Chapter 388
by fanqienovelChapter 388: Their land! Their people!
"Everyone, hurry up!"
"The Giant God sent demon gods to give us this chance. Isn’t He backing our cause?"
"How can we let Him down?"
The First Living Saint’s encouragement echoed in the Soul Network.
Though the voice was strong and uplifting, a hint of worry came through.
That wasn’t common.
If the Second Living Saint Albert Drake were here, he’d probably curse out loud.
Sulya was truly anxious; even when she was in a desperate spot earlier, she hadn’t felt this rushed.
"Now is the real thing."
She and Loseta spent huge costs and took big risks to attack the Fantasy Tree of Subspace not just to free slaves.
This raid and probe meant more—it was a test and an experiment!
The Living Saints wanted to see if, with the Giant God’s divine grace, mortals could fight back against chaos.
Maybe even strike at chaos’s home—the Fantasy Tree of Subspace!
“Their land! Their people!”
“The Chaos Demon God will pay for all he’s done to our home!”
Driven by hate and the "Giant God’s divine grace," Sulya got a bit reckless and launched a probing raid.
Though, before the fight, she and Loseta aimed for a far spot on the Fantasy Tree of Subspace that wouldn’t draw chaos’s notice, the battle still didn’t go well.
If it hadn’t been for a Chaos Demon God "subdued" by the Giant God, who recklessly slaughtered chaotic dragons and the Jixie God, this expedition might have ended in utter failure.
"Fortunately, the Giant God’s might allowed this test to continue."
Sulya anxiously observed the situation, monitoring every void battleship’s status through the Agile Network.
“Creak—Creak—Creak—!”
The void battleships used their sharp "God-given mouthparts" to vigorously scrape the law substance from the Fantasy Tree of Subspace, feeding on the nearly indestructible tough "hide."
This law substance functioned like the Fantasy Tree’s Crystal Walls, protecting its internal "folded space."
Moreover, compared to Crystal Walls, the Fantasy Tree’s law substance had an advantage—rapid regeneration.
The Fantasy Tree of Subspace continuously supplied energy and materials to the law substance, enabling swift self-repair.
Yet these challenges were quickly overcome with help from the Trilobite Mantis’s "law-breaking mouthparts" and the Saraph people aboard the void battleships.
“Zii—!”
“Clank—clank—clank—!”
Several Saraph people interlocked, their mechanical transformations echoing as they formed a massive furnace.
When void battleships delivered law substance scraped off by the "law-breaking mouthparts" to this Saraph-constructed "decomposition furnace," the material rapidly broke down and fermented into pure Chaos Energy.
The resulting Chaos Energy split three ways: one portion drove the void battleships, another went to the Saraph people, and the last was sacrificed to the Giant God.
It seemed highly efficient.
Yet Sulya’s anxiety persisted.
"This isn’t working…"
"It seems we overestimated ourselves."
"This experiment…"
"Can’t be called successful."
Mortals clearly possessed the capability to threaten chaos’s homeland—the Fantasy Tree of Subspace.
Though gnawed by void battleships, the Fantasy Tree was merely pockmarked with holes.
Compared to the void battleships, the Fantasy Tree remained colossal!
This gigantic cylindrical structure grew within the void. The battleships currently occupied a thick branch, yet even this branch’s dimensions were staggering.
Sulya estimated its length at roughly 60 kilometers, with a width of approximately 20 miles—comparable to the Izu Peninsula.
By science fiction standards, this qualified as a megastructure!
Expecting hundreds of void battleships to obliterate a peninsula-sized target remained daunting.
Humanity hadn’t yet reached the strength to issue "extermination edicts" or glass planets.
The demon god dispatched by the Giant God had chased the chaotic dragons into the distance.
Chaos’s reinforcements would likely arrive soon, repelling or annihilating this expeditionary force.
The painstakingly drilled holes would then be sealed and healed by chaotic energies once more.
“Power was still… too weak.”
“We dispatched two hundred and twenty-eight void battleships this time, yet our assault on this branch of the Fantasy Tree of Subspace yielded only minor results.”
“By this reckoning, even if all mortal fleets were mobilized, we’d remain… powerless to threaten the entire Fantasy Tree of Subspace.”
Helplessness seized her as these thoughts surfaced.
The First and Third Living Saints knelt in their cabins, praying to the Giant God.
“Great Giant God.”
“You bestowed this divine grace upon us—surely it carries profound intent.”
“Guide us.”
“What course is righteous?”
The Giant God gave no answer.
He stayed silent before his spawn’s pleas.
“Clumsy methods it must be, then.”
The so-called “clumsy method” meant relentless expansion—no, relentless construction!
Build ships! Build ships!
Wring every drop of productivity into shipbuilding.
Churn out tens of thousands, even more, void battleships.
Only through sheer numbers might mortals threaten the Fantasy Tree of Subspace…
“No, that’s pure fantasy.”
Sulya shook her head.
Current projections showed humanity needing hundreds of thousands of void battleships to pose any real threat to the vast Fantasy Tree with its thousand trunks.
…
As Sulya, disheartened, readied her retreat and pondered new tactics—
*Boom—Boom—Boom—!*
Thousands of abdomen limbs hammered the ground!
Mountain-sized armored dragon clan emerged atop the Fantasy Tree of Subspace!
They rejoiced at the sight of the tree’s pockmarked surface, drilled through by “mortals”!
—-
Truthfully, Trilobite hadn’t meant to ignore his followers’ prayers.
Especially the paper young lady’s.
But he couldn’t decipher a word of their murmurs.
He merely thought, *Ah, my paper young lady’s praying pose is exquisite!*
Besides, weightier matters demanded his attention.
“Identify that footage of bloated creatures!”
“Mother of mercy, what’s feeding these beasts?”
“Every last one’s ballooned beyond reason!”
“Without those distinct features, I’d never have guessed this colossus was actually…”