Chapter 607

Chapter 607: What Threat Could Little Rats Pose?

"We had an agreement!"

"300 shards of divine rank, not a single one less!"

Gathered beneath the Fantasy Tree of Subspace was a group of…

deities resembling giant rats.

To mortals, their divine bodies loomed as large as hills—worthy of being ultimate bosses in a Godzilla film. Yet within the Chaos Swamp Realm, they were mere small fry.

The deities confronting them weren’t much better off.

But in appearance, they held the advantage.

With dragon-like dense scales, dragon-like limbs, dragon-like long tails, and dragon-like heads.

Their only departure from legendary dragons was the "false wings" between their front and rear legs—extensions of "divine ribs" and "divine steel skin." These wings couldn’t flap or truly conquer the void.

They merely rode turbulent waves to glide.

Still, even flightless, their presence dwarfed the Rodent Gods.

"Fools!"

"You lowlifes! Mud-burrowers!"

"‘Mud Dwellers’ suits you better!"

"We are Barbatos’s envoys! Bearers of the First Demon God’s will!"

"This is the envoys’ sanctum—where the First Demon God’s will resides!"

"How dare you stir trouble here!?"

……

As the deadlock deepened…

"Boom—Boom—Boom—!"

A larger figure emerged behind the dragon-like deities!

His divine form mirrored the others but loomed a full size larger.

His steel skin ran deeper.

Jutting from his steel hide were countless magic-crystal "horns," densely studding his head and body. The jagged spikes lent him a crystalline, almost transcendent aura.

"Huff—!"

He snorted thick air from cavernous nostrils.

His sheer presence crushed the trembling rodents.

The Rodent Gods retreated two paces, then defiantly held their ground.

They knew him.

Though this Outer Predator now looked "fashionable," his divine aura felt hauntingly familiar.

They remembered: this was the one who’d solemnly sworn to recommend their clan to the First Demon God Barbatos—and vowed to share 300 shards of divine rank!

It was now time to fulfill the promise.

"Boom…"

The fearsome Outer Predator approached.

"Alright."

"Take it and get lost!"

"Buzz—!"

A pile of golden objects materialized before the Rodent Gods.

These were indeed shards of divine rank.

They manifested as towering "mountains of gold," layered magnificently, displaying the Outer Predator’s apparent generosity.

But when the Rodent Gods drew closer, they sensed something wrong…

These resplendent "golden" mountains turned out to be…

"Why only thirty shards of divine rank!?"

"Where are the promised three hundred!?"

Amid their protests, the Rodent Gods demanded answers.

Suddenly…

"Buzz—!"

Violent magic erupted!

"Boom—!"

"Ah—!"

"Thud—!"

Three consecutive sounds followed—magic striking flesh, the Rodent Gods’ shrieks, and their divine bodies crashing to earth.

"Filthy dirt-grubbing vermin!"

"This is my mercy! Don’t test my patience—scram!"

"Hahahahaha…"

The Outer Predator and its companions departed laughing.

The spell cast was simple—condensed magic launched as a rapid impact projectile.

Though seemingly crude, this magic allowed precise force control. Skilled practitioners could even manipulate its form creatively.

For instance, the Outer Predator’s Divine Leader flattened the spell mid-flight into a giant palm that slapped the Rodent God representative’s face.

Non-lethal, yet profoundly humiliating.

"Urgh…"

"Cough…"

The Rodent God, struck by magic, slowly rose after quite some time.

Its eyes held the dazed confusion of awakening from unconsciousness.

Yet its companions’ eyes burned with pure hatred and fury.

"We…"

"Endured such sacrifices, exerted such effort, even lost half our kin for this… only to gain thirty shards of divine rank!?"

"The Outer Predator’s promised recommendations were just honeyed lies to exploit us!"

"Damn it all—!"

"Outer Predators!"

"May you perish wretchedly!"

The vicious curses carried far, but the Outer Predators, especially their Leader now elevated to "Divine Leader," remained utterly unconcerned.

What threat could vermin cowering beneath the Primal Mud pose to them, the "Envoys of Barbatos"?

To him, their outcry was nothing but impotent rage.

The whimpers of defeated curs!

"Correction—the squeals of defeated rats!"

"Hahahahaha…"

Little did the guffawing Outer Predators suspect that these insignificant "Rodent Gods" weren’t merely raging impotently.

They held a hidden card.

"You all…"

"Saw it, didn’t you?"

The Rodent God representative, struck by the magical blow, finally shook off the daze from that powerful hit and addressed its companions.

"This is how the First Demon God and chaos treat us!"

"Even the Giant God’s realm…"

"Couldn’t be worse than this!"

"Let’s try!"

"Take the gamble!"

"Perhaps He will aid our vengeance!"

As it spoke,

"Buzz—!"

A mark shaped like a Fanged Giant Mouth blazed upon its forehead!

—-

Trilobite remained puzzled.

Never before had it encountered such defiant little creatures.

"The pitch… actually failed."

"Well, not entirely failed, but that ‘little rat’ didn’t accept immediately."

Though Trilobite was keen to modify a bunch of shrews resembling early mammaliaforms, its subject seemed uncooperative.

After encountering Trilobite’s "sales pitch," the "little rat" showed only one sign: its color in the system vision fading from "light yellow" to "white."

Their sole response amounted to…

Flight.

"This bunch of shrews is merely incidental."

"Nothing lost if they ignore me…"

"Huh!?"

Just as Trilobite felt a twinge of regret…

【A customer has sent an evolution consultation request. Accept?】

"Absolutely!"

"Bunch of shrews!"

"Now you’ve fallen right into my grasp!"