Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 300 Seed of Creation
"They have no chance of winning."

On the massive palanquin carried by thirty-six creeper warriors, David Day turned to Casaloran, who was riding a huge skeletal horse beside the palanquin, and spoke.

Surrounding them was an endless army of demons: the creepers of the god of life, the champions of the god of courage, the succubi of the god of desire, and even the shapeshifting golems of the god of mystery... Although these warriors from the four gods were at odds with each other and sometimes even fought each other during marches, there was no doubt that they were an extremely powerful force.

It could even be described as a power capable of destroying everything.

Casaloron felt that the Four Gods were making a mountain out of a molehill. The current demon army was so powerful that it was already enough to flatten the planet itself—it was just a bit like using a battle axe to kill a chicken when dealing with a group of natives.

But David Day, on his palanquin, thought differently. This incarnation of the god of destruction, who was born from the planet beneath his feet, even felt that these troops were not enough.

"After all, that ancient serpent holds the Seed of Creation in its hand."

David Day gave his reasons.

This made Casalon shake his head repeatedly. In the end, the reason why the Seed of Creation was lost was because of David Day's own negligence. If David Day hadn't underestimated his opponent, how could things have turned out like this?

Moreover, is it really necessary to make such a fuss over a mere seed of creation?
No matter how terrifying the Seed of Creation is, it is still the creation of the God of Destruction. Now that the God of Destruction has taken action himself, what is the Seed of Creation?
"Hard to say."

David Day simply shook his head.

"We don't yet know what will happen to that Seed of Creation that has absorbed snake blood... In any case, don't underestimate our enemy, and don't forget that our mission is already difficult enough."

"..."

Casalon remained silent.

Clearly, having learned from the painful consequences of underestimating his opponent last time, David Day quickly changed his ways. This time, instead of underestimating his opponent, David Day carefully made all the necessary preparations.

After all, as David Day said, their mission this time was already difficult enough.

The task given to them by the Four Gods was to directly destroy the body of the ancient serpent. According to the divine decree of the Four Gods, they had already invaded the underworld of this planet and were fighting the ancient serpent. However, since they were fighting on foreign soil, it would still take them some time to destroy the ancient serpent.

Therefore, in order for the four gods to defeat the ancient serpent as soon as possible and divide the entire planet, these chosen warriors must shoulder the heavy responsibility of destroying the ancient serpent's physical body.

Since the Four Gods had successfully suppressed the Ancient Serpent in the Underworld, the Ancient Serpent could only exert half of its power. In the eyes of the Four Gods, the remaining half was more than enough for their subordinates to handle.

"But... can it really be done?"

Touching the healed penetrating wound on his chest, Casalon felt a heavy weight in his heart.

He always felt that this battle wouldn't be as easy as David Day had imagined.

And the facts have proven this to be true.

When they arrived outside Tatunbto, they saw no guards on the city walls. Instead, beneath the giant snake-like body coiled outside the city, terracotta warriors stood densely packed—clearly, these local natives also knew what they should really be guarding.

Simply defending the city would be completely ineffective, since any one of the demons in this vast army could easily scale the seemingly insurmountable city walls.

But now... "We're both from this planet, so we don't need to look down on any natives."

As he said this, David Day waved to the terracotta warriors in the distance.

The four demonic armies have all come out in full force.

At the forefront were not even the chosen champions of the God of Courage, but the thick-skinned creep walkers. These massive constructs were able to withstand any sword or blade, and as long as their core was not destroyed, they were almost impossible to kill. These slowly advancing creep walkers were like rows and rows of city walls, completely surrounding the entire battlefield and sealing off any escape route.

Following them were the chosen champions, heavily armored warriors wielding rune swords, who skillfully dealt with their old adversaries. The terracotta warriors, whose bodies were filled with homemade explosives and oil, could hardly harm them even if they were detonated on the spot.

Moreover, among the allied forces, there were even lust demons from the God of Desire. Although these lust demons could not transform themselves as easily as their princess, the Shadow of Enchantress, even a brief transformation into the appearance of the enemy was enough for them to infiltrate the terracotta warriors and cause enormous destruction and casualties.

Of course, the most ferocious were the ever-changing golems from the mysterious god. As soon as these golems landed, they transformed into the shape of pythons. Although they were still too small compared to the giant snakes that were as big as mountains in the distance, their sacred appearance made the terracotta warriors hesitant to act, and even their swords stopped moving. They even impersonated the voices of the terracotta commanders, shouting out incorrect orders, keeping the terracotta warriors busy running around, and even causing them to explode in mid-air.

In just a moment, the terracotta warriors were routed.

"But they can still be resurrected."

Casalon looked toward Tatunbto, which was not far away.

"As long as the city's arsenal continues to operate, these terracotta warriors will keep popping up... In fact, their attack methods are already halfway into the Star Sea realm; the only problem is that they can't fly..."

Before he could finish speaking, Casaloran froze.

Simply because, in his line of sight, a chosen champion who was engaged in a chaotic battle suddenly flew into the sky.

Between the gaps in the armor, the color of steel could be faintly seen. Clearly, what was encased beneath this armor was no ordinary body—yet this armored humanoid was so full of courage that Casaloran could even sense the resolute determination to disregard life and death.

And the direction that the steel humanoid flew off in was...

"not good!"

Casaloran hurled the javelin in his hand.

But the spear was still a step too slow, simply because the target that the steel humanoid was about to charge at was too close.

Then, with a loud "crack," the huge flowerpot that had been suspended in mid-air suddenly shattered.

In just a moment, countless roots stretched downwards, a yearning for the soil, a yearning for the earth, an infinite yearning for nutrients.

"The Seed of Creation..."

Just as Casaloron raised his head, countless roots descended from the sky.

(End of this chapter)