Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 746 - 595: Battle in the Deep Sea

Trap.In just an instant, Xibo realized it in his mind.

These guys intentionally released a Deep Sea Creator, constantly enticing him to come over, ultimately surrounding him.

Surely, he has been watched secretly for quite a while.

"Something major happened..." Xibo thought it was bad, surrounded by a dozen Deep Sea Creators, giving him a sense of overwhelming crisis.

Before.

In order to survive, they abandoned Bot.

Now, do we have to abandon the God of Chaos Bal?

Xibo stealthily glanced at Bal beside him, thinking to himself, it’s the turn for my next dear friend to make a glorious sacrifice!

Bal was very perceptive, feeling the gaze of the other. "Why are you looking at me?"

Xibo said: "Surrounded this time, we might all be in trouble, the opposing Creators are evidently several levels higher than us. How about you go into chaos and liberate yourself?"

The light-year water pressure ahead.

Once Bal enters chaos, he will instantly rampage, transforming into a true god of ultimate destruction!

Even Xibo could not imagine how powerful Bal’s explosiveness would be under this water pressure.

But the side effects are also clear.

Bal might turn into a beast of pure destruction, never recovering rationality again.

Xibo urged: "Your sacrifice will buy us our survival!"

"When I become stronger, I’ll find a way to return to this pressure and defeat you filled with destruction desire... then pull you out, and you’ll regain your senses, and be reborn!"

Bal’s expression became strange, crossing his arms in front, sneering: "God of Fraud, you think I’ll believe you?"

"Then what do you suggest we do now?" Xibo said: "They lured us deep, heavily encircled, surely they are confident to take us down!"

With the insight of several people, they instantly understood the civilization level of these seabed natives.

They are parasites on the tenth-tier civilization of Deep Sea Creators.

But.

As parasites, they have already started expanding outwards, parasitizing more than a dozen creators... living in the worlds they created.

Moreover, these parasites have barely controlled the crude technique to manage these beasts.

They can even make these creators encircle.

"Think about it, these people dare to attack Divine Spirits..." Xibo kept persuading, trying to convince Bal.

He indeed had a way with words, as the God of Fraud his eloquence was astonishing, before he persuaded Bot to go to his death, now he had somewhat persuaded Bal.

After all, not resisting now meant everyone dies together.

If Bal acted alone, he could kill everyone else... then there was hope.

Bal hesitated for a moment, "Fine, we’ll fight first, if not rivals, then say!"

"Okay." Xibo took a deep breath, began to control his Divine Power.

This artificial Deep Sea Creator, with countless artificial causal threads within, tightly pulling like puppet strings, controlling the gigantic puppet shell.

Veins twitching, the limbs of the giant beast started to move.

And the God of Chaos Bal began his task, chaotic blood boiling, converging into a surging torrent of blood, a tremendous power began to roar.

Glug glug——

The terrifying torrent of blood, transformed through various organs, spewed from the mouth and nose of the Golden Tuna Creator, turning into dense bubbles.

This is the full-powered "steam" state of the entire creator.

"Charge!" Xibo coldly hummed.

Almost in an instant, the Golden Tuna Creator transformed into a sharp arrow, charging towards one of the donut-shaped Deep Sea Creators.

Splatter!

A massive explosion of flesh and blood, blood sprayed everywhere.

Donut Creator, dead!

"That simple?"

Xibo was momentarily stunned, not expecting the opponent to be so weak.

"Quick, it’s consumed! Time to unveil!"

Following the swallowing of this giant beast’s flesh into the Golden Tuna Creator’s body, various sailor elites of the Wave Nation, under Black Sword’s lead, frantically analyzed the structure of the opponent.

One must know that ordinary life cannot survive inside a Deep Sea Creator.

Because the creator inherently feels discomfort... killing the parasite inside.

Liu Jun on that side can only anesthetize the creator to enter inside.

But here it’s different.

This is an artificial creator, with no biological rejection instincts, so inside the Golden Tuna Creator are countless sailors.

Right now, the stomach is filled with a large amount of Divine Object flesh.

Various scholars started analyzing.

"The opposing creator, like a martial artist... tempering bones with blood?"

"Using chaos to forge bones, allowing the eternal Divine Object of the bones to evolve further? To form a stronger skeleton?"

"Yes, after such transformation, it’s the qualitative change from tenth to eleventh-tier Divine Object!"

These scholars continuously studied.

As the strongest nation on land, the geniuses they accumulated quickly understood the truth about the opponent’s creator.

They infiltrated the deep sea, not weaker than seabed natives!

They began to discover that even eleventh-tier creators have realms!

Bone tempering, skin tempering...

That’s the eleventh-tier creator of the opposing side, as dumb as a beast, possessing unparalleled power, but the bones and blood within conflict each other.

Stacked arbitrarily like garbage, only exerting less than 1% of the grand power...

Listening to the information, Xibo’s lips slightly curled, "It’s just a façade, just the aura looks intimidating?"

Really?

Xibo was speechless.

Wild trash civilization, really just full of bluffs.

Suddenly he recalled God’s inadvertent comment: Wild native civilizations have never failed to disappoint gods.

Xibo sighed: "I finally understand why most gods are so arrogant... Because wild civilizations have never produced anything impressive."

"They are always the worst of their tier."

His gaze moved to the dozen Deep Sea Creators, lips slightly upturned.

The opposing tenth-tier civilization truly is a parasite, unable to control this brainless beast in battle.

And this beast was like a martial artist with mere Martial Dao blood, ruined by becoming possessed, wasting 90% of combat power, not knowing moves, only relying on instinct to throw turtle punches...

And what about himself?

He, Xibo, and Bal were like the left and right brains of this Creator, a high-intelligence Deep Sea Giant Beast, able to perfectly command any action...

Shouldn’t they beat the snot out of these dozen or so brainless things?

"Our essence is not the Deep Sea Creator, I am the Creator of the gods! We gods make up the structure of this entity."

Xibo realized he had a significant advantage and suddenly felt more at ease.

"Attack!"

Xibo was like a puppet master, frantically manipulating actions.

The Golden Tuna, like a nimble assassin, suddenly charged through the deep sea, directly colliding with those stunned fools, making them explode.

"Is this... the force essence?" Bal mumbled, feeling the direction of each strike, "Using my chaotic blood as vital energy... with every collision of Xibo, strike it out!"

"Bright Energy, Hidden Energy, Transforming Skill..."

"Vital energy overlapping like waves...

Bang, bang, bang.

Like the constant explosion of dense thunderclaps.

Bal quickly grasped the concept, and after obtaining the technology of the opposite civilization, immediately began to follow the Martial Dao path.

After all, these are merely the principles of the weakest of mortal martial arts, without much change when executed at a higher realm.

Just a few collisions.

The Golden Tuna Creator grew much stronger, and in a flash, had already wiped out the surrounding group of Deep Sea Creators, their blood and flesh scattered in mid-air.

"Help!"

All the powerful beings within the worlds on those Creators screamed in despair as they were engulfed by chaos...

"How can it be? Deep Sea Creators can only operate on instinct..."

"How is it possible to completely control a Creator..."

The voices of their unwilling screams died out, carrying with them questions that overturned their worldview.

Finally, only one of the largest Deep Sea Creators remained.

The Fish King.

The leader of this school of fish.

Its aura and pressure far surpassed other Deep Sea Creators by an entire level.

Xibo watched with interested anticipation, turning to his partner Bal:

"This Creator seems to be like a Fish King..."

Bal nodded, saying softly:

"It’s clear that over the long history, it’s probably the native civilizations on this Creator who have begun searching the deep sea for newly born Creator embryos, small fish fry, as experimental subjects..."

"Then, using these fry, they explore different types of Duke Creators to perfect their imperial Creators..."

The opposite civilization’s history is almost transparent at a glance.

After all, what else would a desperate civilization atop a Deep Sea Creator do?

Naturally, they would try to find other fish fry to cultivate new Creators as mounts, as branches of their civilization’s territories.

Transitioning from a single fish to a fish school civilization route.

Exploring the evolutionary structure of the Creators through masses of fish schools, then searching for a route to possibly break through to the eleventh stage.

This is the evolution path of deep-sea civilization.

At this moment.

The super Creator across from them, the bubble world within them already filled with panic.

"Impossible."

The lead strange deep-sea creature had unknowingly broken out in a cold sweat on its forehead, fear seeping into its heart.

Without realizing it, the fish school it had gathered over countless years was, in a swish of that sharp arrow, killed, turning it into a lone commander.

"This oppressive power... how can it be?"

"It’s simply... unheard of!"

"How is it possible... for something to precisely control a Creator, and even... make a Creator like a puppet, directing them?"

All the powerful beings discussed fervently.

The deep sea holds infinite possibilities, but one thing is absolutely impossible.

Creators could never possess Wisdom.

Being so foolish that all they have left is instinct, they could never follow any precise orders.

In past eras, battles between two civilizations’ Deep Sea Creators were nothing more than brutishly colliding against one another.

And now, has a kung fu fish that throws punches appeared?

"What exactly is going on?!!"

They hadn’t even had time to think before the sharp arrow crashed fiercely into their Creator’s abdomen.

As the leading Creators, their optimization was superb.

Generally, 99% of a Creator is composed of ineffective garbage Divine Objects code, but their Creators, having undergone generations of civilizational optimization, only contained 94% ineffective garbage.

That is to say, their Creators were a full six times stronger than others in the same pressure environment!

Boom.

The repeated strikes from the Golden Tuna made their Creators rugged and dented.

The natives, however, revealed looks of excitement:

"We can withstand it!"

"Yes, their weakness is obvious, they also have 99% ineffective garbage, our strength is six times theirs... defense is also six times, we can hold on!"

"Yes, their techniques may be excellent, but their fundamental values are too low..."

But in the next moment, before they could celebrate.

They felt that with each collision, that Golden Tuna Deep Sea Creator across from them suddenly comprehended Hidden Energy, its elegant and fine techniques, along with its blood energy, layered and surged into the shell of their Giant Beast Creator.

Breaking through the skin’s defense, damaging various internal organs.

"Hahaha, interesting, so interesting..."

Xibo laughed heartily, feeling the exhilarating thrill of the combat blows, "It’s like hitting a dumb wooden block..."

"Slow! So slow! Clumsy actions, rough moves, weak reactions... even a newborn child wouldn’t be as dumb as you!"

"Who said I’m not a God of Combat, my combination with the God of Destruction is the strongest combat god in history!"

Next to him, Bal watched speechlessly as Xibo mocked a combat-inept stupid fish, merely a fraudster bullying the weak.

"We surrender, we surrender..."

Finally, with continuous attacks, the opposing Giant Beast spouted a large number of bubbles, with strong figures kneeling in each transparent bubble world, bowing fervently and begging for mercy.

Xibo’s lips curled slightly, saying, "Send out a leader to come beg for mercy! And by the way, introduce the situation at the bottom of the sea."