Chapter 328

Chapter 328: La La La, La La La, Growing the Sun

“What should we do…”

“What should we do!”

Valaharl panicked too.

Though she’d used the power of the "Giant God’s Tower" and her own authority to unleash a brilliant combo, even destroying Walifer’s magic power!

It could be said Valaharl single-handedly battered this core councilor into utter disarray.

While he maintained surface "dignity," he’d still lost face.

But her brilliant performance and the enemy’s embarrassment meant nothing.

No matter how splendidly Valaharl and her people fought early on, no matter how thoroughly they humiliated Walifer—if Valaharl ultimately fell, all efforts would come to nothing.

War’s outcome mattered above all.

And now, that outcome looked grim.

Their countermeasures were exhausted.

The Chaos Demon God’s magic was spent, yet his colossal divine form remained.

That mountain-like mass alone could crush the "Sacred Ground of Dantalin" flat. Losing it would strip Valaharl of her final trump card, dooming her to annihilation.

Worse, the Chaos Demon God’s magic recovery, though weakened, still functioned.

After a few more hours of struggle, Walifer could regain ten to twenty percent of his magic.

By then…

"The Giant God’s Tower’s potential is spent. Walifer may be unable to cast forbidden spells now, but we can’t even resist quasi-forbidden level magic anymore!"

Valaharl gazed despairingly at the "Sacred Ground of Dantalin."

Most "Giant God’s Towers" had wilted.

Though the "tower bodies" still stood, their caps—which released "golden balls of light"—hung limp and shriveled, withered beyond recovery.

They’d reached the "I’ve got nothing left" state.

"No resistance forces remain."

"Except…"

Valaharl looked despondently downward.

There lay clusters of irregular circles resembling small mounds.

These were the Giant God’s recent gifts to the "Sacred Ground of Dantalin"—new "Giant God’s Towers."

But their untowerlike shape made the Valaharl people call them "Divine Hills."

The Divine Hills had only just emerged from the earth, showing no extraordinary capabilities yet. Valaharl hadn’t learned their attributes.

"Perhaps… they’re just toys the Giant God whipped up."

"Resisting a core councilor with toys…"

"That’s plainly unrealistic!"

"What else could I do… what else…"

Valaharl was truly despairing this time.

Her only hope now was to wait…

To wait for the Giant God to cast more attention upon Valaharl, to wait for Him to appear before her.

The white-haired, crimson-eyed goddess prayed to the deity in her heart for a miracle, like a lost woman, tightly clasping her hands before her chest.

A will of the world, the ruler of all existence, had begun to pray.

This was despair itself.

Even more despairing was how ineffective her prayers seemed.

"Boom—!"

"Crash—!"

The Giant God’s Towers were toppled and crushed one after another, letting out mournful, hissing groans.

The Chaos Demon God’s mockery struck Valaharl’s soul, forcing painful tears from her eyes.

Within the Sacred Ground of Dantalin, vast swathes of Giant God’s Towers had already fallen, revealing countless Divine Hills littering the ground.

Walifer, his destructive urges surging, noticed these lowly "toys."

He naturally wouldn’t spare them!

"Behold!"

"Valaharl!"

"The Giant God’s creations are worthless!"

"Turn to pulp!"

"Toys of the Giant God!"

Amidst the demon god’s taunts…

"Whoosh…"

A colossal foot lifted into the air.

Then…

"Thud—!"

The enormous claws slammed down!

The flattened Divine Hills instantly became a mass under the immense pressure…

"Boom—! Boom—! Boom—!"

A mushroom cloud erupted.

"Roar—!"

The Chaos Demon God’s roar of pain and fury echoed.

"Boom—Boom—Boom—!"

"Boom…"

Explosions echoed from near and far.

"Roar…"

Even the distant wails of the Chaos Demon God could be faintly heard.

"Tsk…"

"Ah…"

Morax, who was leading the way, jumped in fright.

Sometimes he even knelt and lay flat on the ground.

It seemed the Chaos Demon God had already stormed into Valaharl’s core area—the so-called "Sacred Ground of Dantalin."

The "Sacred Ground of Dantalin" stood scattered across Valaharl’s earth in clusters.

To swiftly crush the last resistance there, the Chaos Demon Gods had to split up.

But within the "Sacred Ground of Dantalin," every deity faced unprecedented opposition.

Even core councilor Walifer was no exception!

This resistance wasn’t the brave yet futile kind mortals could muster—it was effective resistance that could genuinely harm the Chaos Demon God!

“How could this be!”

“Those were powerful figures from the Chaos Council!”

He couldn’t grasp what force was this overwhelming!?

How could it make even core councilors and highest-ranking core councilors scream in agony?

“It absolutely… couldn’t be mortals’ doing.”

“Perhaps the Giant God’s mortals were already strong and brave enough.”

“They could forge weapons to slay Outer Gods from the Void, destroy etheric worms, and even rival etheric serpents.”

“Maybe a few of the Giant God’s ‘subordinate officials’ could withstand the lowest ranks and back-row councilors; against an average core councilor, they might not be helpless—but they’d undergone too many modifications by the Giant God and couldn’t be called mortals.”

“Still, mortals defeating true deities, let alone the Chaos Demon God’s subordinate officials, was nearly impossible.”

“Then, only one answer remained.”

“This effective resistance could only be the Giant God’s handiwork!”

Morax glanced back at the Giant God.

He seemed to seek answers in the Giant God’s eyes.

But he was disappointed.

The gemstone compound eyes merely glittered with cold beauty, showing not a flicker of emotion.

“Terrifying…”

“Truly, the Giant God was not just a greedy ‘Great Devourer’ but also the ‘Master of All Change,’ crafting bizarre wonders.”

“His ruthlessness hid matchless wisdom and power.”

“Luckily, I heeded Gimmerly’s counsel and didn’t become his foe.”

“Then…”

Morax stopped looking back or caring about the Giant God’s stance.

For an overwhelmingly powerful being, his approach was simple: “Just keep him content!”

—-

Though Morax’s mind raced, he wasn’t entirely wrong.

Those “explosions” could indeed be called the “Giant God’s” doing.

“La la la, la la la, planting the sun.”

Trilobite hummed the tune in his head while checking his spawn’s status.

“Who knew the mushrooms I made packed such a punch.”