Oliver wants more witnesses to spread the news of him slaying giants across the Basins. Meanwhile, these three giants want to gauge how far this snake’s combat strength has come by listening to his rune recitation.

  The battle doesn’t kick off right away, but the giants don’t need long to size up Oliver’s power. This moment of peace is just the calm before the storm.

  As time passes, the number of deities here skyrockets—from a few hundred to thousands, even tens of thousands! These deities are a wild mix, all shapes and sizes, strong and weak. But with those three giants looming, the regular deities don’t dare show their admiration for Oliver too openly.

  After all, anyone can see these giants are here to stir trouble. This snake’s a big deal, but is he really a match for three giants?

  Even those who were set on joining Oliver’s faction start hesitating, waiting to see if he can survive this giant ambush. Only if he makes it out alive can he keep recruiting followers.

  “Giant snake Stark, did you know the spider Arachnethos was from our Storm Basin? He and I had tens of thousands of years of friendship, and you just killed him?” Finally, the storm giant Kári speaks, his voice cold, eyes glinting with icy light.

  His form is a humanoid mass of countless hurricanes, his body a staggering 9 million kilometers tall. It’s like a hurricane world lives inside him, radiating a terrifying aura. Regular deities don’t dare get near this storm giant, scared one wrong move’ll get them sucked into his hurricanes and turned into his fuel.

  Plus, this giant Kári’s level 18—the strongest of the trio. Now he’s speaking up, clearly gunning for Oliver.

  As for Arachnethos being his buddy for tens of thousands of years? Nobody buys that. Sure, the spider Arachnethos lived in the Storm Basin, but he was never tight with the giant crew.

  Word is, this storm giant even fought him a few thousand years back. But now, with Arachnethos dead, he’s suddenly the spider’s pal to pick a fight with Oliver.

  It’s just an excuse.

  “Lord Kári’s making his move!”

  Deities who’ve got beef with Oliver or are eyeing his faction perk up, secretly hyped.

  “Kári, I’m with you. This damn snake killed my follower and bullied our Water Basin. Today, we settle the score!”

  Giant Aegir chimes in.

  His follower?

  He’s talking about that wind-form war god Tempestriax, right? If Oliver’s memory’s right, Aegir killed him himself as an apology to show sincerity.

  Now he’s saying Oliver killed him? Giants really twist the truth, slinging accusations like it’s nothing!

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  The third giant, lightning giant Thrumir, doesn’t say a word. He just steps toward Oliver. His movement alone triggers booming thunderclaps, crackling with terrifying power.

  His 5.9-million-kilometer body is etched with dense Lightning Law runes, like a storm of lightning law power’s brewing inside, ready to erupt any second. Lots of deities catch sight of this lightning giant and flinch in fear. He’s only level 17, not the highest of the three, but he’s got the biggest rep and scares other deities the most.

  ‘Cause this guy wields lightning and lives for slaughter. In nearby Basins, he’s killed countless strong deities.

  Wherever he goes, thunder rolls like he’s a god of divine punishment. One chaos lightning bolt, and no matter where you hide in the chaos, you’re dead. Rumor has it this lightning giant’s got a hair-trigger temper, like a powder keg—nobody dares cross him lightly.

  “These giants are ganging up three-on-one against the snake? That’s so shameless!”

  “What’s shameless? Deity fights aren’t duels. The giants have tons of powerhouses—that’s their edge!”

  “Looks like after scoping him out, the giants think they’ve got this snake in the bag?”

  “But Stark’s not running either. Does he think he’s got a shot? Who’s gonna win? Too hard to call!”

  “Gotta be the giants!”

  “This snake’s too young—he doesn’t know how scary giants are!”

  Right now, the three giants team up, surrounding Oliver like they’re scared he’ll bolt, blocking his escape from different angles. Each giant’s body is massive, dominating the chaos world. Even the spectating deities feel suffocating, terrifying pressure.

  “My god, just standing here watching, I’m sweating bullets, heart pounding like crazy!” Deities’ pupils shrink, glued to the battlefield, not daring to miss a single detail.

  They’ve known for a while the giants were coming to gang up on Oliver and have been hyped for this epic fight.

  “Wanna kill me?”

  Oliver sneers and makes his move. A deafening boom erupts. His terrifyingly huge body vanishes, then reappears like lightning behind water giant Aegir, slamming his tail down hard.

  Boom!

  It’s like hundreds of thousands of volcanoes erupting at once. Oliver’s speed is unreal—Aegir doesn’t even react before the tail smashes him to pieces, triggering a massive explosion!

  What?!

  Countless deities stare in disbelief. What the hell just happened?

  Water giant Aegir, a level 17 powerhouse, lord of a Basin, famed far and wide with giant blood, got shattered in one hit by Oliver?

  That’s too insane!

  Tons of deities feel their own smallness, unable to imagine how they’d handle it if this snake came for them.

  Only death awaits!

  “Water giant, just… dead like that?” Some deities can’t help but wonder.

  Truth is, killing a giant ain’t that easy. Sure enough, the next second, Aegir’s shattered water remnants flare with light, then pull back together like slime, reforming.

  A fully intact water giant Aegir reappears. But his expression’s dark as hell—clearly, even restoring himself cost him something.

  Getting hurt in one hit by a snake a level below him? Aegir’s in a foul mood!

  “Not bad. Just a few centuries, and your strength’s way past what it was!”

  Aegir says grimly, the greed in his eyes growing sharper. Improving this fast in a few hundred years?

  This snake’s definitely got some juicy loot.

  “Let’s do this—kill him!”

  Giant Kári roars, charging at Oliver. The lightning giant’s not slacking either, unleashing crackling lightning power.

  Boom!

  In an instant, the three giants strike together, their terrifying deity powers bursting out, flooding the chaos void in every direction.

  Water primal power, lightning primal power, storm primal power—law lights shoot straight at Oliver, aiming to pierce his giant snake body clean through.