S-tier weapon!

  Bloodreaver, the Chaos Cleaver!

  Oliver and the plant deities all reel, staring in shock at the terrifying weapon before them.

  Unlike Oliver’s support-oriented tools, this S-tier item of the Níemogr queen is pure offense.

  Once unleashed, its power leaves everyone floored.

  A blood sword stretching hundreds of thousands of kilometers—it feels like it could slice through anything. Even Oliver feels a chill deep in his bones.

  “Die!”

  The Níemogr queen roars, slashing with a claw. The monstrous blood sword hacks toward Oliver.

  In an instant, a deathly red glow blankets the chaos.

  Just a distant glance makes people feel like their bodies are about to split apart—pure terror!

  “So this is the might of an S-tier weapon…”

  Oliver’s mind sharpens, not daring to hold back an ounce.

  Every trick he’s got comes out in a frenzy!

  Venom Breath!

  Chaos Chain!

  Elemental forces erupt in the void like an ocean, surging at the sword. Life and death energies meld into a mountain, crashing down on it too.

  His Chaos Gem glows, a black Weakening Pulse cloaking the space.

  Countless primal runes flare and pulse in Oliver’s eyes and across his body!

  After all his time in the chaos world, this is the first time Oliver’s gone all-out—unloading nearly every move he’s got in a split second!

  “Damn, this Níemogr queen’s way tougher than I expected!”

  Ygg’s a nervous wreck, eyes glued to Oliver. In a fight this intense, its own attack power’s useless.

  But Ygg isn’t totally sidelined—it’s got killer healing skills. Right now, it’s watching Oliver like a hawk, ready to patch him up if he takes a bad hit.

  “Big snake, you’ve got to survive!”

  “Even if you lose, just run—escaping counts as a win…”

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  A bunch of plant deities can’t help but think it.

  They figure Oliver’s toast—too tall an order. She’s a level 12 Níemogr queen! Her raw strength is nuts, and now an S-tier attack weapon?

  No wonder the Níemogrs are so cocky—with a ruler this scary, how could they not be?

  Under everyone’s nail-biting stares, the blood-drenched sword finally slams into Oliver’s barrage of defenses with unstoppable force!

  Boom!

  A deafening explosion rings out—five times louder than the last clash of dragon breath and venom.

  For a moment, the chaos falls eerily silent.

  Every other sound vanishes, leaving only the sword’s slash and collision echoing.

  Níemogrs drop dead in swaths.

  Yup—just the shockwave of that swing kills off level 6 and even level 7 Níemogrs!

  To weaker deities, a fight between titans is a natural disaster—earthquakes, tsunamis. Get too close, and you’re dead meat.

  That’s the chaos—ruthless giants roam free, and the weak can only pray they don’t catch a strong one’s eye or get caught in the crossfire!

  “Who won?”

  “Did Oliver make it?”

  The blast fades, the world settles—but everyone’s on edge, clueless.

  The insane explosion kicked up a blinding white light, a visual overload that jams their sight and soul senses.

  They can’t see a thing—no clue what went down.

  “The queen’s gotta have won! That damn snake paid with its life for crossing the Níemogr clan!”

  A bunch of Níemogrs start cheering, ready to celebrate their epic victory!

  “Ygg and Oliver are still alive, right? Please be alive!”

  “Boss, you’re the World Tree—you and your master can’t go down this easy…”

  Meanwhile, tons of plant deities pray quietly.

  Soon, the blinding white haze clears.

  What everyone sees next hushes the entire chaos.

  There, sprawled across the void, is the massive snake. Beside it, the million-kilometer Níemogr queen’s body is breaking apart!

  “What… the… the snake won?!”

  The star tree’s trunk quakes, its branches rattling so hard some star-like fruits tumble off in the excitement.

  “A level 11 deity killed the level 12 Níemogr queen?! Am I dreaming?”

  The plant deities are dumbfounded, barely believing their eyes.

  That Níemogr queen’s presence was crushing—no weaknesses!

  Her size was insane, hinting at sky-high base stats. She had the rare dark primal rune. And an S-tier attack weapon to boot!

  To everyone, she was impossibly strong—unbeatable!

  But in the end, she fell to Oliver!

  This snake’s a freaking miracle worker!

  Mind you, Oliver’s not unscathed. His once 800,000-kilometer body’s down to 100,000, his sleek scales scarred all over.

  Blood gushes from him like a fountain.

  “Master, yes! We won—we won!”

  Ygg rushes in, channeling life rune power to heal Oliver, letting out ecstatic cheers as it works!

  “Yeah, we won.”

  Oliver’s voice carries a faint smile.

  He’s already itching to tally up the haul.

  That damn Níemogr queen roughed him up bad.

  But it was all worth it.

  Just that S-tier attack weapon alone covers today’s losses!

  Plus, this Níemogr nest has got to have more loot!

  Oliver’s pumped.

  “What?! The queen lost—killed by the snake…”

  The Níemogrs, meanwhile, are hit with shock, despair, and raw fear!

  Their idol, their terrifyingly mighty queen, cut down by this cursed snake?

  Is this branch of their clan really doomed?

  “Damn snake, you actually killed the queen! Every Níemogr will hunt you down—you…”

  A level 11 Níemogr howls in bitter rage.

  “You’re too loud.”

  Oliver smirks coldly, swiping his tail and smashing it dead on the spot!

  He’s been marked by these pests since the last Níemogr kill. Even if he hadn’t taken out this level 12 queen, would they have let him off?

  The Níemogr clan’s huge—other nests are out there, maybe with some tougher than this queen.

  So what?

  Oliver’s growing too!

  Fearless—if anyone wants to come kill me, let ‘em try!