Chapter 495

Chapter 495: You… you don’t want me anymore!?

The God’s War ended.

For most Themis people who had taken refuge, all they heard were booming sounds and the earth shaking continuously.

The huge divine power kept shifting, hitting the spirits of mortals.

If it weren’t for half of that pressure coming from the "Giant God," which didn’t harm mortal spirits, the Themis people would have gone mad.

Luckily, there was the Soul Network.

Even newborn children could share broadcasts from some lucky ones; but most information for the Themis people came from the First Living Saint Sulya.

They saw how the great "Savior" Giant God rushed into Themis, spreading His anger on the "dragon clan" who dared to anger Him.

They saw that the proud dragon clan had almost no capability to fight back against the Giant God, only fleeing in fear.

One by one, the Giant God chased them down and killed them.

There was no battle.

Only a hunt.

Two who almost got away foolishly turned back and charged at the Giant God after His odd "roar."

Then, the Giant God bit them down, and they fell!

Under the Giant God’s bloody jaws, even the strong "Vast Dragon Clan" couldn’t avoid death.

Now, the "God’s War" broadcast stopped, but through Sulya’s sight, they still saw a strange view—a "Dragon God head" slowly sinking to the sea floor!

That huge head, covered in thick armor, dragged blood from its broken neck as it sank deep.

But it wasn’t over.

“Boom—Boom—Boom—!”

The Ether Sea inside Themis rose in a giant tsunami, washing over the ruined cities again.

As the Giant God fought wildly with the Vast Dragon God, Themis’s big cities had become piles of wreckage, not worth rebuilding.

This time, the Giant God Himself wrecked Themis!

His huge head caused the tsunami.

“Ah—Woo—!”

The Giant God bit the sinking Dragon God’s head and carried it off.

“Splash—Splash—Splash—!”

He held the Dragon God’s head as He walked through the Ether Sea; on shore, He didn’t stop, heading straight for the broken hedge.

“Great is the Giant God!”

Prayers and cheers from millions rang out in the agile network.

The Giant God was truly humanity’s savior.

“Without the Giant God, Themis would have been wiped out long ago.”

“The Themis people would have died in droves under the wild Dragon God’s rampage.”

After ending the "live broadcast," Sulya turned to the senior members of Themis.

"Themis was inherently a battleground, positioned almost dead center at the ‘waist’ of the Chaos Swamp Realm. Whether the Chaos Demon God, the Vast Dragon God, or entities from the Endless Ether, all would notice this place first."

"Moreover, Themis’s current appearance stood out too starkly as the sole world shaped by ‘Holy Tree Forests.’"

"This would undoubtedly draw attention from all manner of evil or savage demon gods."

"The Giant God could save us once, even twice, but He has now shifted the core of the ‘Great Plan’ toward ‘Far Reaching Star.’ Should we selfishly burden the Giant God!?"

"Would we delay the ‘Great Plan’ for so-called ‘homeland’ and ‘Sacred Ground’!?"

"Understand our priorities! Everyone!"

"Furthermore…"

Sulya closed her eyes briefly, pain flashing across her face before composure returned.

"I’ve touched the Giant God’s Soul many times. From the consciousness drifting from His great Soul, I sensed abandoning Themis is part of His plan!"

"So, gentlemen and ladies!"

Sulya scanned the powerholders within the Soul Network.

"Evacuate Themis immediately!"

"This is my decisive command as First Living Saint!"

"Defy the Giant God, and I alone bear all consequences!"

Her words left the assembly speechless.

Many instinctively wished to object, but the Living Saint’s authority stifled dissent.

As silence grew thick and uneasy—

"Look!"

"What… what’s that!?"

"The Giant God… He… what’s He doing!?"

Hysterical shrieks exploded across the agile network.

The cries came from a transport vessel.

Trapped at Themis’s periphery during the God’s War, they’d only dared return after the conflict subsided.

Yet upon entering Themis’s waters, they witnessed something unprecedented and horrifying.

No… this surpassed "horrifying"—it was earth-shattering!

—-

"Hmm!"

"Perfection!"

Trilobite nodded, satisfied with the heads mounted on wooden stakes.

The hunt had proceeded smoothly.

Herbivores retained primal fear of predators.

Ambushed, they panicked—only fleeing, even trampling allies.

In normal predation, Trilobite might have settled for one or two kills.

But this was divine retribution against "wild boars" ravaging His "crops."

Total annihilation was necessary.

He killed four swiftly. Two nearly escaped, but Trilobite’s "Flip the World Off" taunted them back. Each fell to a single bite.

After devouring them, He ripped off their heads. Finding barren "trunks" around Themis’s conservation areas, He impaled the Chain Crocodile heads.

The warning couldn’t be clearer.

"Hmph!"

"Fools seeing these examples should think twice."

"Yet the true issue remains…"

Trilobite gazed at the devastated "Lakeside Woods"—trampled by the "boars"—and shook his head ruefully.

"Constant vigilance is impossible."

"Spiking heads here merely buys time."

"Environmental shifts are too severe. Themis’s conservation areas cannot endure."

"My spawn—trilobites and microbes—must relocate."

…

Trilobite believed He spoke to Himself. But another heard.

"Y-you… you don’t want me anymore!?"

His childhood friend’s tearful voice echoed in his mind.