Chapter 89

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Chapter 89: The Smashing Claws Sortie! Even Demon Gods Can Get Obliterated! 6/8

"Who would have thought that beneath the Primal Mud, there would be such a space!?"

"However, it took some effort to breach it with these larvae of the ‘Outer Gods from the Void’."

A demon god sensed the movement below and nodded in delight.

"Perhaps that detestable Outer God used this ‘tunnel’ to bite through the roots of the ‘Fantasy Tree’!"

"That’s right! It seems we aren’t too far from where the Fantasy Tree was severed!"

"So, what is it?"

"A special ‘Star-Eater Plutonium Dragon’ that can burrow in the depths of the ‘Primal Mud’; or a special creature from the Ether Dragons that can gnaw on the roots of the Fantasy Tree?"

"Or perhaps these two annoying beings collaborated?"

This demon god was Tasmar.

He was a newly appointed lowest-rank councilor, responsible for investigating the Fantasy Tree’s collapse.

Councilor Ralekin proposed a nearly hysterical plan after his territory was destroyed, but such a declaration of war against eighteen nations wouldn’t pass.

The chaotic Black Expedition had spread too thin; many "Bubble Worlds" were deadlocked, and resources were scarce.

Besides, both the "Ether Dragons" and "Star-Eater Plutonium Dragons" were powerful forces.

These creatures cared nothing for "Bubble Worlds" and held no major grudges against chaos; opposing these two deities while managing the "Black Expedition" would be foolish.

Still, Councilor Ralekin’s furious proposal wasn’t truly aimed at opposing the two groups.

He merely wanted to draw attention to his losses by making noise.

Thus, the Chaos Council compromised, sending two lowest-rank councilors and one back-row councilor to investigate.

With the "Fantasy Tree of Subspace" threatened, they needed to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys—but first had to identify the "chicken."

All councilors initially thought this would drag on for ages.

"Fortunately, I took this job."

"See? We uncovered the problem this quickly."

"Now, let me follow those larvae of the Outer Gods from the Void and find out who’s so audacious!"

"Clear the way!"

"Boom—!"

The hired "etheric serpent" twisted its body and burrowed deeper, widening the freshly dug tunnel.

These tunnels were temporary, soon collapsing under the tension and stickiness of the "etheric liquid."

But they’d hold long enough for his passage!

"Bang—!"

Tasmar soon descended into the murky etheric liquid.

"Who dares be so arrog—"

"Bang—!"

Before he could see anything clearly in the murky etheric liquid, or even adapt to its terrifying restoration force, a sharp pain stabbed his bulging eyes!

"Roar—!"

He howled in agony.

A tremendous force had slammed directly into his eyes, bursting the huge eyeballs formed by countless stacked compound eyes on their stalks!

Divine blood and eyeballs of all sizes slowly exploded underwater!

Pain!

Excruciating pain!

"Damn it!"

"Did all the Outer God larvae that went in earlier die…?"

His remaining eye scanned the surroundings and found… they had truly all perished!

The demon god corpses floated pitifully in the murky etheric liquid.

Their wounds showed signs of extreme brutality.

Several skulls were violently shattered, most reduced to fragments mixed with the murky sludge; only a few lingering shards remained near necks or lower lips.

Other bodies were snapped in half at the waist—the thinnest part of their divine forms.

Though their mouthparts and limbs still twitched slightly, they were just not quite dead yet.

"What… what happened here?!"

"I clearly hired enough Outer God larvae."

"However weak these runts are, they’re still vicious! They should’ve held out longer!"

"How… how did it come to this?!"

Outer Gods weren’t born powerful.

They laid countless eggs in endless sludge. After hatching, the larvae developed through stages before becoming mighty "Outer Gods."

But only one in ten eggs might survive to reach the void.

As the newly appointed lowest rank of the Chaos Council, Tasmar naturally lacked resources for skilled help.

He’d settled for freshly hatched "Outer God larvae"—infants, yet vicious enough to serve as enforcers.

But infants remained infants, an embarrassment against demon gods.

"Still, I never expected much from these weaklings."

"Roar—!"

After the shock, Tasmar turned his surviving compound eyes toward the culprit!

"It’s you!"

A "flat" deity with a bizarre "three-sectioned" form.

Upon seeing the Chaos Council’s lowest rank, it showed no fear. Instead, it strained to rise in the etheric liquid, showing off its weapon to Tasmar!

"Bang—!"

With a weapon like a small hammer, it struck again, making a thunderous sound and a flash of "sparks" in the etheric liquid!

Following this deity were over twenty similar-looking creatures.

But Tasmar saw right away that they were just mortal creations, with only a bit of "divinity."

"Ha!"

Tasmar found it totally funny.

"Ah, I get it now!"

"With your numbers and strong weapons, you could beat these low-level larvae of the Outer Gods."

"By ambushing, you broke one of my eyes."

"But what would happen when a real demon god and a member of the Chaos Council got serious?"

"Let’s see how long you could stay arrogant!?"

"Boom—!"

The lowest rank of the Chaos Council moved its Limbs and charged at the "Secondary God" and the mortal creations!

—-

"Um…"

At first, Trilobite had a piece of "green" for Miss Themis in his mouth, but not long after, he sensed his spawn through the Lorentz Jar.

He quickly swam up, dug into the mud, and buried the "sapling" he was holding; he also caught a small "double-finned fish" for a snack.

Now, the tail of that "double-finned fish" stuck out, still struggling.

But Trilobite ignored it for now, focused instead on other things—feeling the action below through the Lorentz Jar and his Olfactory Membranes.

"The one that collapsed the tunnel I dug must have been this ‘double-finned fish,’ right?"

"The ones that came after were probably the newly hatched water shrimps."

"Oh no, it must have been the ancient giant dragonfly or some other big nymph, and they were much larger."

"Ah, whatever, they looked close enough, so calling them water shrimps was fine."

"It seems the tunnel I made wasn’t strong enough; it got wrecked easily by odd creatures. Giving my Trilobite bugs organs to fix the tunnels needed to be planned."

"But this was a good test; it looked like the gear I gave them worked well."

Seeing the many dead water shrimps, Trilobite nodded happily.

These fierce-seeming things could only hunt smaller, unarmored prey.

Like tadpoles or small fish.

Fighting armored mantis shrimp with Smashing Claws was asking to die; and these Trilobite bugs had thick armor and hitting power as good as a peacock mantis shrimp!

"With Smashing Claws, the ‘Limb Trilobite bugs’ could attack ‘lightly armored’ creatures up to twice their size with some confidence."

"And with ‘true social insect pheromones,’ the Trilobite bugs could fight together, making them even stronger!"

"But what would you do against tougher enemies?"

"My dear ‘soldier bugs’?"

Trilobite watched his Trilobite bugs with interest.

The so-called "soldier bugs" were the "martial" Trilobite bugs that grew "Smashing Claws" from "gene sharing"!

Trilobite felt pleased.

The swarm was starting to take shape!