Chapter 167

Chapter 167: Walking Right into Food

"Bang—— bang—— bang——!"

"Screech——!"

"Roar——!"

The elite forces of the "Giant God’s Chosen Warriors" clashed with the "chaotic demons," engaging in fierce combat across the vast battlefield.

Demons descending from "airdrop containers" were undoubtedly elite.

Once commanding a "thousand-team" unit, a "demon general" now led merely a hundred demons. Command of "thousand-team" units had shifted to higher-ranking horned demon commanders.

Even the most basic demon soldiers consisted of "bloodthirsty demons"!

These "bloodthirsty demons" evolved from "bloodthirsty demon," but each required at least ten duel victories in the demon arena to advance.

They were undoubtedly battle-hardened "old demons," each worth ten ordinary fighters.

Behind them towered massive Hellish Abominations—bulky yet agile—and Hell mechs equipped with "Demon Engines."

Such a force could dominate any "Bubble World"!

But…

"Buzz——!"

Enormous spider-like mechs strode forward, leaping across terrain and formations with impossible agility. They curled mechanical legs to roll through demon ranks, churning a sea of flesh and blood.

Their primary mission, however, remained…

"Boom——!"

One spider-like mech violently collided with a scorpion-type Hell mech, flipping it over with the raw power of its Valaharl-crafted engine!

Nearby, the "Blazing Fangs" battle unit fought with frenzied intensity.

Infused with "Chaos God’s blood," these warriors showed greater brutality against demons than other units.

"Kill!"

"Blood sacrifice for the Giant God! Offerings to the divine throne!"

They roared, charging deep into battle with chainsaw swords and powered axes, tearing through demon flesh!

"Fool! I’m right here!"

As one Blazing Fangs warrior impaled a bloodthirsty demon with his chainsaw sword, another charged from the flank to strike the towering warrior!

But…

"Thwick——!"

The sound of a dagger piercing flesh!

"What!?"

The demon’s eyes bulged in disbelief at its own neck!

That terrifying warrior had bared dagger-like fangs—and sunk them into the demon’s throat!

"You…"

As the souls of the bloodthirsty demons vanished into thin air, they still hadn’t comprehended why mortals underwent such terrifying transformations!

They’d even started using their own body parts as weapons rather than metal-forged blades.

If that was the case…

"Who… really is the demon?"

"Uh…"

…

Yet those charging deepest weren’t these frenzied warriors.

Instead came another group—light-armored fighters bearing the "mantis emblem," the "Chosen Warriors."

Their "virtual muscles" buzzed, transparent membranous wings whirring at high speed to propel them forward!

These warriors swiftly tore gap after gap through the demon ranks.

When demons eagerly lunged at these lightly armored or even cloak-clad fighters, they froze in shock—armor plates grew right from their bodies!

This "biological armor" proved nearly equal to forged metal!

Their brutality matched other "Chosen Warriors" blow for blow.

"For victory, your skull’s mine!"

"Behold! Giant God! Today’s demon skull!"

"Blood! Demon blood! What joy!"

"Gut you! Strangle you!"

"Hahahaha…"

Facing these near-crazed enemies who laughed while slaughtering, witnessing warriors competing in cruelty, the chaotic demons faltered.

"Damn it!"

"We can’t beat foes like these!"

"They’re too vicious, and…"

The Chosen Warriors’ formation seemed endless—a tide of dark steel grinding forward, crushing demon defenses.

"Too many!"

"We can’t hold!"

Usually demons overwhelmed mortals with numbers and might, yet today… the tables had turned!

…

The demon army’s defeat cascaded like an unstoppable avalanche.

Formation after formation crumbled. Demon skulls piled into hills; headless corpses littered the ground, speaking of their masters’ brutal fate.

Finally, not only was the demon army shattered and slaughtered by the Chosen Warriors, but even their Commander found himself cornered.

*Shing——!*

A greatsword pressed against the Demon Lord’s neck.

The gray cloak fluttered in the wind.

Sunlight pierced the dark clouds as the badge—a sword stabbing a demon skull—gleamed on the blood-soaked battlefield!

"Speak. Any last words?"

Glade, Grand Master of the Ashen Knights, glared disdainfully at the massive Demon Lord kneeling at his feet, nearly hacked into a demonic stump.

This Demon Lord stood toweringly tall, a giant even while kneeling, his height exceeding Glade’s.

It seemed impossible that this "mortal" had reduced such a colossal being to this wretched state.

Yet…

Things weren’t unfolding as smoothly as Glade had assumed.

"Hmm?"

Glade noticed with surprise that though the demon was battered and near death, a glint of triumph flashed in his eyes.

"Heh… Hahaha… Ahahahaha—!"

The Demon Lord suddenly erupted into wild laughter.

"What do you fools know!?"

"This is a trap laid by the great core councilor of chaos!"

"When we perish, our souls and energy flow back into this trap, fueling it!"

"Whether the elite demons or I, the Demon Lord—we’re nothing but power sources for this snare!"

"The more demons you slaughter, the more energy this trap devours!"

"You’ve dug your own graves!"

"Hahahaha…"

Only then did Glade realize something was terribly wrong.

He instinctively tried to retreat.

But—

"Pshhh—!"

The Demon Lord lunged forward, impaling himself deeper on the longsword!

"Tch…"

Glade yanked the blade free, shaking off the blood.

"Warriors! Beware!"

"This is a trap by the Chaos Demon God!"

The Grand Master roared the grim warning to his fighters.

Yet—

"Boom—! Boom—! Boom—!"

The earth heaved violently!

“Buzz——!”

In the center of the battlefield, the Chosen Ones warriors saw bright halos light up under their feet!

Then…

“Uh…”

“Um…”

A powerful pressure weighed down on everyone, making it hard to lift their heads.

“Damn it! It was too late!”

“The Giant God should have been sleeping now…”

“If we let that fellow invade at this time…”

“Uh… ah…”

The pressure got stronger!

Many Chosen Ones warriors covered their heads, disturbed by the aura of the coming Chaos Demon God.

“Hahahahaha…”

The soon-to-die Demon Lord looked at Glade, using his last bit of strength to laugh happily.

“You’re finished!”

“Your master is about to come!”

—-

“Hey, whoosh——!”

“Finally out!”

Trilobite didn’t take the main road; instead, he found an underground channel and swam out from there.

He swam out fast.

It was quick!

And very quiet.

Except for Miss Valaharl, he didn’t disturb any “people.”

[Navigational assistance complete, wishing you smooth travels.]

“Ah, thank you!”

Trilobite nodded, saying goodbye to customer service Miss Valaharl.

He had probably left the administrative area of Lake Valaharl, entering the “no-man’s land.”

But he didn’t care at all.

In the unclaimed land, he could hunt freely!

Now, the “Peter Foot Salamander” hid underwater, gently moving its limbs and swimming forward slowly.

“Ah, sneaking out like this from the cave was a great idea.”

“No one noticed I got out!”

“And right after leaving, I found something good!”

“Like…”

“That big fellow ahead.”