Chapter 577
by fanqienovelChapter 577: Become the Tyrant! Giant God!
“Cough, cough, cough…”
“Uh…”
The ordinary Pan-Spirit Deities·quadrupedal type lay scattered in a muddy patch, limbs askew, some even belly-up, showing no defense at all.
Normally, such a posture would be fatal for these small “ordinary Pan-Spirit Deities·quadrupedal type.”
As little gods, they had to remain ever-vigilant to survive the harsh Primal Wilderness; before this “ether storm” struck, that land was both parched and barren.
Only energy from the Fire Domain pierced the void, delivering essential warmth and the barest sustenance to gods great and small.
Yet the massive Vast Dragon Gods and Giant Spirits were never content with merely “enough” energy. Without a contract binding these gigantic deities, they’d resort to brutal plunder.
If caught, lesser gods often endured agony, forced to split their Souls and surrender “shards of divine rank” to those colossal beings.
In dire cases—especially when meeting particularly savage deities—they might be devoured whole, divine body and divine rank alike!
And such extremes were far from rare!
Still, though their divine bodies tingled with peculiar sensations, these small, fragile deities slept soundly.
The reason was simple.
“Hooray! Hooray!”
“We feel it! We feel the energy flowing!”
“We’re sheltered! Utterly safe!”
“He is the Tyrant! The great ‘Primordial Tyrant’!”
“The Tyrant’s protection! Absolute safety!”
…
Words like “Tyrant” and “Primordial Tyrant” might sound harsh, yet in the Primal Wilderness, they crowned a singular, supreme title.
Only the mightiest, fiercest devourer earned the name “Primordial Tyrant” there.
But this title had stayed vacant since its creation.
True, some arrogant gods dared claim it for themselves.
Yet they swiftly drew the wrath of other “gigantic deities.”
The reason was simple—*You dare*!?
*We’ll test your worth*!
And just like that, those upstarts vanished.
So an unspoken rule took root: no one could simply *declare* themselves “Primordial Tyrant,” nor steal it through the Chaos Council’s grubby power games or sly schemes.
Only genuine recognition—and dread—from the Primordial Gods could forge that title.
Meaning: the fiercest, the most brutal—*he* was the Tyrant.
A “Tyrant” had to *earn* it!
Of course, for these "ordinary Pan-Spirit Deities·quadrupedal type"…
"The candidate for ‘Tyrant’ is decided!"
"Yes! It’s utterly deserving!"
"Look at the battle records! Witness its victories! Magnificent! Magnificent!"
The tiny deities lying relaxed on the ground recalled that breathtaking scene while their Divine Bodies began to expand and transform!
Two powerful "Giant Horned Pan-Spirit Deities" seemed dominant but got toyed with and killed by the "Giant God," unable to fight back at all. The arriving "Vast Dragon God·Strong Skull" also faced utter defeat under the combined assault of the "Giant God" and the new "Giant Spirit Gods."
Its savagery and cruelty knew no bounds!
To these little gods, the enormous deity took so long to kill those two "Giant Horned Pan-Spirit Deities" not from lack of capability, but because its overwhelming power made normal combat tedious. It tormented them for amusement in its dull existence.
After victory, it brutally devoured all slain deities, carving their Divine Bodies apart. Sacred blood flooded the earth, forming bloody lakes that turned the land hellish!
"It is the Tyrant!"
"Who else could be Tyrant!"
"Truly! Long live the Tyrant! Long live the Tyrant!"
Just as their fervor peaked…
"Buzz—!"
Violent tremors suddenly surged within the ordinary Pan-Spirit Deities·quadrupedal type, silencing their heartfelt praises!
"Uh…"
"Hmm…"
Their Divine Bodies quaked violently as colossal energy raged inside!
Bones stretched, carapaces hardened, redundancies shed.
This energy wave carried vast information, battering their Souls.
A torrent of information flooded their Souls, expanding and solidifying them into tiny memory fragments. These fragments reassembled into vivid scenes.
Yet to these deities, the images remained blurred, grasping only the gist.
"This is… ether! Surging ether!"
"And Primal Mud! Primal Mud blended with etheric liquid!"
"An excavated City of Dimensions!"
The Giant God revealed a scene: a thriving universe woven from strange "Fantasy Trees," bisected by a roaring "Ether River."
Along the "Ether River," colossal mountains and cliffs of Primal Mud rose.
Countless Cities of Dimensions dotted these cliffs, sanctuaries for deities.
Though fragmented and indistinct—mere blurred fantasies pieced from information shards—the tiny deities still sensed that peculiar "universe’s" vitality!
They even felt certain: a place awaited them there!
"But…"
"How strange! Why show us this!?"
“Seems like the divine grace granted to us wasn’t much at all!”
“With such little Divine Bodies, what could we do? What could we accomplish?”
“Favoritism! Favoritism!”
…
The “ordinary Pan-Spirit Deities·quadrupedal type” felt very unhappy.
They sensed that the “divine grace” of the Giant God was nearing its end, but their Divine Bodies hadn’t grown much in size.
As Deities from the “Primal Wilderness,” they deeply believed "big is good" and "big is great."
They envied those “bipedal types” who got the Giant God’s gifts and became new “Colossal Giant Spirits.”
They had expected to grow bigger, but ended up changing very little.
“How disappointing!”
However…
Maybe he was dismissive, or maybe for another reason; in any case, the Giant God didn’t answer the complaints of the little gods.
He simply…
Bohimond increased the force!
“Buzz—!”
Another wave of energy and a torrent of information hit them.
This time, these noisy deities couldn’t make a sound anymore.
Though this wave wasn’t large, it was the final part, the most intense, and struck the hardest.
The wild energy hammered their Souls like a heavy hammer.
The “ordinary Pan-Spirit Deities·quadrupedal type” couldn’t utter a sound, and they even lost the ability to think.
Their eyes rolled back, and their tongues hung out; they looked completely helpless.
Of course, if a young lady like Sulya made that expression, it would be worth admiring; but a group of lizard-faced beings doing it…
“Uh…”
Trilobite looked at these fellows, once chattering away while lying there with their changed Divine Bodies, now like this, and could only think…
“This bunch of Erkin Dragons couldn’t be…
“Couldn’t they be poisoned…?”
Luckily, they weren’t poisoned.
“Gak—!”
“Ah—!”
These fellows slowly kicked their short legs and recovered from the intense feeling.
One by one, they got out of their upside-down state.
Seeing Trilobite, they popped up one after another, pressed their bellies against the ground, and exposed only their much-hardened backs to him.
“Hmm…”
“This time, I created another group of Chinese Dragons!”
“And this time, these dragons had very regional names!”
“These dinosaurs were also unique wonders of the whole Mesozoic Era!”
“Haha!”
“Though you didn’t grow bigger, you became harmonious!”
“You are…”