Chapter 431

Chapter 431: Anthrax Bomb on Standby!

The Chosen Ones warriors had invaded the dragon clan’s body; meanwhile, the retaliation from within the dragon clan’s flesh arrived as expected.

“Hiss—!”

“Whew—!”

Scorching magical energy continuously overflowed from the Vast Dragon God.

It surged fiercely, assaulting the foreign invaders within the divine body, attempting to melt these intruders completely with searing heat.

Yet…

“Hiss…”

“Whew…”

The gray shell bestowed by the Giant God held firm, silently enduring the violent onslaught of magical energy while protecting the Chosen Ones warriors.

However…

"This won’t work."

"I can feel the gray shell thinning bit by bit!"

"If this continues, we’ll share the fate of those Demon Lords within hours."

"Moreover…"

The Chosen Ones warriors listened intently…

“Boom—Boom—Boom—!”

The Vast Dragon God’s stomach furnace kept roaring. Torrents of fluid rushed alongside sizzling corrosion sounds. The pungent acidity and burnt stench penetrated even the magic armor’s filters.

Violent impacts echoed throughout Its body.

Clearly tormented by the Ether Holy Tree, It vomited and writhed, forced to divert divine power and magic to withstand the agony.

This severely scattered the Vast Dragon God’s focus, preventing It from concentrating on the "minor ailment" invading Its flesh.

"But… we can’t assume They won’t recover."

"Besides, the deity granted us this power not for mere survival!"

Resolve hardened among the Chosen Ones warriors through the Soul Network.

"Begin!"

"Bare your fangs!"

They thrust their hands toward the divine flesh relentlessly crushing them.

"Just divine flesh?!"

"Rot away!"

Suddenly, barbed tentacles erupted from the black shell, plunging into the divine flesh.

Then…

“Pshhh—!”

The chunk of divine flesh trembled, soon developing visible decay; the deity’s sacred flesh burst open, melting into pus-like magical broth that cascaded down with a splatter.

Wherever this "pus-blood magic" flowed, everything became assimilated, and the divine flesh rapidly rotted.

"Hiss—!"

Noticing this development, the divine power and magic assaulting the Chosen Ones warriors redirected their focus, attempting to dilute and counter this dreadful "blight."

But it was too late.

"Boom—!"

"Rumble!"

Entire tissues and regions within the Vast Dragon God’s body underwent irreversible collapse.

"Great is the Giant God!"

The Chosen Ones warriors praised the Giant God’s gift.

Within their souls, this capability’s name had been clearly defined during its instilling—【Holy Light from the Sun Adaptive Organs—Corrosion Glands】.

—-

"Tsk tsk."

"Seems the second toxin I engineered is taking effect."

"That small fortune wasn’t wasted."

"Let’s see, this should be…"

"The persistent lethal unit."

The so-called "persistent lethal unit" refers to multi-subunit toxin enzymes.

They directly identify cell membrane surfaces, injecting toxins straight into cells to inflict massive damage; often outperforming cyanide and arsenide lethality.

While one cyanide or arsenide molecule poisons a single protein, the "persistent lethal unit" differs—concentrated cell destroyers hopping between proteins to rupture them continuously.

Sometimes, one "lethal unit" molecule can annihilate an entire cell.

As for carriers of this "lethal unit"…

Bordetella pertussis, Vibrio cholerae, and Bacillus anthracis—still weaponized for bioterror attacks today—

What infamous horrors!

But for Trilobite, introducing this into "microorganisms spawn 1" transformed them into potent bioweapons.

"Thankfully, I control this power."

"And since ‘microorganisms spawn 1’ lacks normal bacteria’s aggressive spread, infectivity remains limited."

"Just as well."

"I seek balance, not annihilation."

Trilobite reckoned Paleozoic-early Mesozoic fauna here stood no chance against "Bacillus anthracis."

Should it break loose…

"Surely there would be corpses everywhere."

Trilobite recalled the Native Americans ravaged by smallpox and the Quaternary Mass Extinction.

Some claimed the extinction of North America’s giant fauna happened when humans crossing the Bering Strait spread unfamiliar viruses and bacteria, triggering a devastating die-off.

Of course, this wasn’t the mainstream view.

After all, before the New Siberian event, humans had coexisted with America’s giant fauna for ages.

"But anyway, the contagion’s weak, and control rests with me!"

"Even treating it as plain toxin would be enough."

"Look, it’s working!"

Trilobite’s plan was simple: since hunting preyed on the weak, what if no weak targets existed?

Create them yourself!

Now, among the seven Kenyichthyosaurs, the three unlucky ones who first tasted "red tree fern" trembled violently after vomiting. Horrible swelling blistered their thick hides.

"But…"

"This Flat Kenyichthyosaur herd’s tricky!"

These Flat Kenyichthyosaurs proved unexpectedly intelligent, with razor-sharp senses.

As Trilobite crept closer, the saber-toothed Bopolong stirred. Tension instantly rippled through the Flat Kenyichthyosaur clan.

They seemed to catch an unnatural scent in the air.

The herd clustered together, encircling their unsteady companions like musk oxen bracing for wolves!

They subtly pivoted toward Trilobite’s hiding spot, tusks outward, forming a protective half-moon around their kin.

Since Trilobite’s "microorganisms spawn 1"—indeed all his "microorganisms spawn"—spread passively, those avoiding the "red tree fern" remained uninfected.

"I’d heard Kenyichthyosaur clans were formidable—coordinating waste, acting as one… likely highly social, like modern musk oxen…"

"Seeing it now… just as described."

"Well…"

"Time to charge!"

Just as Trilobite resolved to seek riches in danger—

"Splash—!"

A freak wave surged from the swamp, crashing over the Flat Kenyichthyosaurs.

"Huh!?"

The situation abruptly shifted!