Chapter 261

Chapter 261: Blood Sealing Throat!

"Hiss…"

"Thud!"

"Thud—!"

"Bang!"

The Holy Tree shook hard, and many roots quickly spread from its bottom, stabbing deep into the sea floor to make a thick "underwater jungle"!

"This must be the Giant God’s doing!"

"Great is the Giant God!"

Angna was overjoyed as she swam fast in the dirty water, diving straight into the roots of the "Holy Tree"!

"Bang—!"

Behind her, Agareth’s subordinate official’s huge head came close. The sound of his jaws snapping shut rang out.

"Damn it!"

The angry Agareth charged into the underwater "jungle" made by the Holy Tree’s roots after missing his strike.

However…

"Hmm!?"

"Hey—!"

Unlike Angna’s slim lizard-type body, the Mist Dragon’s body was wide and strong, a bit like a crocodile; for toughness, the Mist Dragon beat the Cliff Lizard.

If they fought in open water, the Mist Dragon’s big, round shape would easily crush the thin Cliff Lizard.

But the Mist Dragon’s body wasn’t made for coastal mangroves, weedy ponds, or coral reefs; it liked living in wide rivers and lakes, ambushing animals and hunting big fish, holding the ecological niche of large crocodiles.

So…

"Damn it!"

"These nasty vines!"

The Mist Dragon got stuck tight.

His chunky, heavy body turned into a problem, tangled by roots and unable to move.

"Get off me!"

"Boom boom boom—!"

He shook his huge body, thrashing around, trying to break free from the roots.

But it was useless.

The more he fought, the worse it got, and more roots wrapped around the Mist Dragon’s struggle, squeezing tighter!

"Damn it!"

"Even the still Fantasy Tree saplings pick on me!"

"Do they really think Agareth’s subordinate official is fake?!"

That statement was true; some really did think he was fake.

"Ah—Woo—!"

Angna suddenly burst from the tree roots and sank a vicious bite into Agareth’s hind leg, tearing fiercely!

"Pshhh—!"

Divine blood diffused through the ocean!

"Roar—!"

The pained subordinate official jerked his hind leg violently, kicking Angna away.

But a wound now marked his hind leg—though shallow, merely a skin injury, the terrible agony seared his Soul, fueling his rage.

Yet the subordinate official’s nightmare had only just begun.

"Hiss…"

A faint rustle came from the branches, rippling the water’s surface.

Unlike the blind Trilobite, Agareth’s subordinate spotted the creature descending the Holy Tree’s roots—a pure white "spider"!

Though her "False Body" seemed pitifully small against his divine form, it spanned a hundred meters!

She landed lightly on his forehead, then…

"Zing—!"

Venomous fangs pierced flesh!

Searing pain shot through Agareth’s scalp, burning muscle layers and penetrating his very Soul!

"Roar—!"

An earth-shattering bellow erupted across the seabed.

This roar held not just agony, but volcanic fury!

He watched the "spider false deity" climb toward the surface along those hateful roots. Mid-ascent, she turned back mockingly.

"Roar!"

A subordinate official whose power rivaled back-row members—even brushing core councilor thresholds—had never endured such insult!

He howled in rage.

His Mist Dragon-like form thrashed wildly against the tangled roots.

But his struggles only worsened the snarl…

"Vermin!"

"Don’t imagine this defeats me!"

"If the terrain hinders me—I’ll reshape the terrain!"

"If roots entangle me—I’ll crush the roots first!"

"Ah—Hiss—!"

Enraged, the subordinate official gnashed at the roots. Though the Mist Dragon’s "fangs" were small, their sharpness promised devastation—especially imbued with deity-tier magic…

"Crack—!"

"Snap—!"

Root after root was bitten open!

They were tender, freshly grown things. Though possessing law fibers rivaling a deity’s hide, they remained too thin to withstand a council-tier god.

Seeing this, Angna immediately swam over to interfere.

But…

"Whoosh—!"

The massive tail, blazing with powerful magic, swung toward Angna.

"Tsk…"

The Cliff Lizard tumbled away to dodge the flattened tail.

Angna knew a direct hit might shatter the Divine Body bestowed by the Giant God!

"Ha!"

"Under the sea, beneath the waves, within the etheric liquid—all are my domain!"

"This liquid realm lacks magic-hindering etheric liquid! Perfection!"

"Hahaha…"

Agareth’s subordinate official roared with laughter, tearing through the thinning roots. Severed tendrils drifted in the water as milky "tree blood" gushed from the breaks, spreading through the ocean. It coated Chaos Demon God’s maw and hide, even seeping into the wounds Angna had bitten.

"Crunch—!"

At last, the final root binding him snapped!

"Hahahaha…"

The subordinate official wore a ferocious look, his laughter trembling the seas with divine might!

Confronted by such power, Angna retreated slowly, her advantage lost. She scanned her surroundings anxiously, as if awaiting something.

"No one will save you now!"

"I’ll repay my humiliation a thousandfold!"

"Roooar—!"

Chaos Demon God bellowed savagely, whipping his tail with force!

Yet…

"Huh!?"

Though his Soul commanded the tail, it hung utterly limp—powerless.

"How could…?"

"You… what did you…?"

Chaos Demon God tried to speak, but his jaw hung slack and unresponsive.

His tongue lolled out.

The only things that could move slightly were the limbs.

He sensed within himself and immediately realized something was wrong.

The once free-flowing chaotic Magic Power had lazily congealed, becoming completely immobile; the beating of His deity heart also slowed, remaining sluggish no matter how He urged it.

"I’ve been poisoned!?"

"A poison that can seal a deity’s magic circuits!?"

"This…"

"What in the world is happening!?"

—-

"Hmm…"

"My limbs can still move after all."

"The effect seems mediocre. Is the Mist Dragon’s poison resistance capability that strong?"

Trilobite felt somewhat dissatisfied with the "plant accessories" he’d purchased.

"This is identical to ‘Arrow-Poison Tree’ sap."

The Arrow-Poison Tree grows in tropical rainforests. Its milky-white sap carries extreme toxicity, entering the bloodstream through wounds to cause muscle relaxation, slowed heartbeat, and other symptoms.

Without prompt antidote treatment, victims die within twenty minutes to two hours.

It bears another name that’s become an idiom: "meet blood, seal throat."

This was precisely what Trilobite bought for the "Cork Wood."

Naturally, its price matched its "most poisonous" reputation—5,000 Chaos Energy, a record-breaking sum.

Initially, after spending on "symbiotic creature young lady number two," Trilobite couldn’t afford it with only a few hundred Chaos Energy left. But unexpectedly, this "Cork Wood" possessed its own "personal account"—

and a substantial one!

Somehow, Trilobite’s Chaos Energy had been steadily increasing bit by bit since earlier.

The combined total now exceeded 10,000 points and continued rising.

"Ah, no returns now…"

"But perhaps it’s not a quality issue."

"The Mist Dragon is quite large and an amphibian. Don’t amphibians generally have stronger poison resistance?"

Many venomous amphibians were originally non-toxic; they convert toxins from their prey into their own poison. Without strong resistance capability, such adaptation would be impossible.

Right at that moment—

"ROAR—!"

The Mist Dragon bellowed in fury once more.

Some of His mobility had already returned!