Chapter 133
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Chapter 133: What Reaction Will the Victim of the Empty Fort Strategy Have?
“Damn it!”
“Roar——!”
Galadent bellowed in rage.
It had never felt such fury before.
Humiliation-turned-rage stung most bitterly.
As for why it behaved this way…
Simple—it had been fooled.
“Not a single god occupied the entire battlefield!?”
“No traps at all!”
“Those mortals created a magic counterforce field solely through reversed World Nails and unknown technology!”
“Had I only…”
Indeed, mortals merely possessed magic-countering capability, effective only against strategic spells and long-range tactical magic. Against divine forms and close-range combat magic, they stood utterly defenseless.
Had Galadent charged recklessly then, this narrow isthmus would’ve been shattered instantly.
No second deity existed. No schemes or traps lay in wait.
Galadent had frightened itself with imagined threats.
But “ifs” held no power here—not within this Quagmire Universe.
Even the Chaos Council’s First Seat couldn’t concoct “regret’s remedy” to reverse time.
Losing potential gains through caution mattered little—no assault meant no losses, at least breaking even.
Yet the shame of being manipulated, the gnawing “doubt” about its own intellect—that inflicted crushing disgrace.
Regret and humiliation fused into volcanic fury.
It exploded in humiliated wrath!
“Damn you—!”
“Bang!”
“Perish!”
“Boom——!”
It ravaged the surroundings—mountains flattened, earth upheaved, everything obliterated.
Watching this chaos deity once hailed as “Strategist” descend into madness, the trailing Chaos Demon God observed with fear, pity, and scorn.
“When I seize that wretched deity, I’ll shred it and its followers to dust!”
“Pant… Pant…”
As its rage subsided, something small and white caught its eye—hopping across the scorched earth.
The creature had emerged from a coastal burrow, darting toward a magic-stricken mortal.
Galadent burned with uncontrollable rage!
“It’s you!”
“It’s all of you!”
“Weak mortals! How dare you mock a god!”
“Perish!”
“Be utterly wiped out!”
“Buzz—!”
Galadent raised his jointed limbs high, the bristles and forked claws gleaming with terrifying light.
“Whoosh—!”
Just as he prepared to strike down…
“Thud… Thud… Thud… Thud…”
The earth shook and mountains trembled, though Galadent paid no mind—his own mountain-like divine form dwarfed such tremors.
Yet…
“Boom—Boom—Boom—!”
The thunderous noise from the newly appeared deity eclipsed even Galadent and the gathered gods.
This being, several times larger than Galadent, charged forward with clumsy yet swift strides!
But the true horror lay in its mouth!
“Drip… Drip…”
Strings of saliva fell from its jaws, driven by hunger and greed.
“Crunch…”
The sickening sound of something massive being crushed echoed from its maw.
A huge membranous wing protruded from its lips.
Undeniably, it held an Outer God from the Void between its teeth!
And judging by the wing’s size, this Outer God must be…
“Alebi!?”
“Alebi perished!? And got devoured!?”
“This…”
Fear seized Galadent, freezing him in place as tremors wracked his form.
In that paralyzed moment, surrounding Seatless Ones and Chaotic Secondary Gods scattered wildly.
Yet neither the fleeing nor the stunned Galadent could’ve imagined the "colossal," "terrifying," and "bizarre" deity would speak!
Its words were simple: “You little bastard!”
Then an immense middle finger—woven from what resembled a lineage chart—sprang up within their very souls!
"Aooo—!"
Whether it was Galadent or the other Outer Gods, they were inexplicably dragged toward the strange Giant God!
—-
"Crunch… Crunch…"
"I’ve figured out the taste of bugs."
"Pretty crispy."
"They taste like fried food, but much healthier."
"Must be their chitin exoskeletons—that’s what gives the crunch."
"But insects, especially flying ones, aren’t very filling."
This stood to reason.
Flying creatures must be light—flight capability hinges on low mass. Even for Outer Gods, this rule held. Though colossal and weighty, they couldn’t rely solely on aerodynamics to fly.
Yet competition among Outer Gods raged on.
Superior flight meant greater mobility and more resources.
The "void" above the "Primal Mud" and "etheric liquid" wasn’t empty. Chaotic energy currents drifted like wind, swirling through the abyss. Harnessing these flows to conserve energy became vital.
Thus, "energy flow dynamics" and reducing godly heft were constant pursuits.
Under such pressure, Outer Gods evolved to be light.
Flesh became scarce.
"Hmph, ten flying bugs combined barely match one big land insect."
"And these pests are too damn nimble!"
"My giant splash only netted half."
"The rest got away."
"But—"
"Splash—!"
Trilobite swam ashore, the giant Marelongtail Bug clamped in his jaws.
"Hmm…"
"Thunderstruck here!?"
He eyed the scorched earth, silent.
Soon, he spotted them—a swarm of scorpion-like creatures, big and small.
"Score!"
"More grub!"
"And they’re right by the lake!?"
"Time to channel my inner orca!"
Trilobite whipped his tail fin, surging toward land.
"Boom—!"
He lunged onto the shore, clawing forward with reinforced fin limbs.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
The scorpions scuttled backward, but Trilobite sneered inwardly.
"Think you can run!?"
"You little shits—!"
