The Awakening Beast

The earth trembled, the air echoed.

It was the battlefield where the Dinosaur People clashed with the Other Races.

Humanoids fought humanoids.

Behemoths fought behemoths.

On the battlefield, these ancient races competed in pure, brute strength.

The Dinosaur People might have started out weak, but under the blessing of their faith, their bodies had long grown incredibly strong.

Some Dinosaur People, though appearing only four meters tall, could burst with muscle and even fling Serpent monsters over ten meters long.

A single punch could crush the heads of some Other Races.

And among the Other Races, powerful individuals were no different.

However, compared to the Dinosaur People, who were naturally protected by the earth and possessed rock-hard hides, the Serpent People and Oceanic Other Races were slightly weaker.

Though the Serpent People lacked strength, they had sharp venomous fangs and flexible bodies.

Those fangs could pierce the stone-like skin of the Dinosaur People and their kin, and once the venom coursed through their bodies, the fiercer the battle, the faster it sealed their doom.

Not to mention, the Shark People of the Oceanic Other Races matched the Dinosaur People in strength and size.

A punch against the Shark People's smooth, resilient skin would have most of its force deflected.

Fortunately, the Shark People needed to keep their bodies moist, so on the hot land, they constantly required large amounts of water transported by Sea beasts to "water" themselves.

Thus, in battle, some Shark People could be seen growing weaker as the fight dragged on.

But compared to these factors, the sheer numerical advantage of the two Other Races allied against the Dinosaur People was an insurmountable gap.

What's more, the Dinosaur People had previously been ambushed by both tribes, losing most of their prime warriors.

So, the Dinosaur People kept losing ground on the battlefield, retreating all the way to the great plains below the mountain range of their settlement.

On the battlefield, the Dinosaur People were in despair.

But behind them lay the future and offspring of their race—their only remaining bloodline.

As if fighting with the spirit of a last stand, the Dinosaur People fought ever more fiercely at this moment.

Though it was a bit like a cornered beast putting up a desperate fight.

The casualties among the three tribes in this war had already been enormous.

Neither side could possibly back down.

The Serpent People and Shark People knew that if they missed this chance, it would take centuries or even millennia to find another opportunity to wipe out the Dinosaur People.

And the Dinosaur People knew they could not retreat, for retreat meant the extinction of their race and the loss of control over the entire southern hunting grounds of this land.

The intelligent races born from primal origins had only existed for far too short a time.

The populations of the three tribes were not large, but the primal world was scarce in food, especially since all three were behemoth races.

They needed a lot of food, yet prey was always sparse.

So, for any of them, expanding their tribe required more territory and the extermination of every threatening race in sight.

This was the reason for the long-term wars among the three tribes and countless others in this world.

The ocean was vast, but the races within it were even more numerous.

The Shark Tribe faced threats from other ocean races, and perhaps they should have set their sights on the sea, which suited them better.

But maybe the Serpent People's promises were enough, so this time the Shark People came ashore.

In the end, it was because the Dinosaur People had turned their hunting grounds toward the shallows in recent centuries, which successfully angered the Shark People.

Though the Serpent People also had sea territories, they were originally an ocean race themselves, so compared to what they could tolerate, the Shark People could not bear the Dinosaur People's expansion from land to sea.

Thus, this led to the two tribes besieging the Dinosaur People.

On the battlefield, the Dinosaur People's decline grew more pronounced.

Large numbers of Primal dinosaurs kept dying and were devoured by the behemoths of the other two tribes.

The relatively weaker Dinosaur People died in droves, becoming spoils of war for the other two tribes.

Slowly, the Dinosaur People retreated to the Sacred Mountain, which they had never abandoned since ancient times.

"Has our race truly reached the end of its life?"

On the battlefield, countless Dinosaur People harbored such desperate thoughts.

And the despair only deepened.

"Great God of Lava and Earth! Please save your people!"

Countless Dinosaur People cried out in their hearts.

That was their only spiritual pillar in despair, like the final hope held for their faith in the swan song of life.

Would the god answer the Dinosaur People's hopes?

The answer was, yes.

When blood had dyed the entire earth red, amid the prayers and cries of countless Dinosaur People, behind the battlefield where they fought, the Sacred Mountain where they had lived their entire lives began to tremble from its very foundation.

This tremor was far more violent and pronounced than the shaking and roaring of the battlefield itself.

Countless creatures locked in battle initially assumed it was merely the ground quaking from the fighting itself.

But gradually, some of the blood-crazed humanoids came to their senses.

They realized the ground's vibration was so intense it nearly made them lose their footing.

At the same time, massive boulders began tumbling down from the towering mountain range not far away.

In confusion and terror, countless creatures turned their gazes toward the high peaks.

The Dinosaur People saw that the elderly and young who had previously taken refuge at the mountain's summit were now rushing down toward the battlefield at the mountain's base.

They moved with incredible speed—were they coming to reinforce the battle?

No, they were retreating to avoid potential collateral harm from the awakening of a god.

The earth tremors did not subside quickly; instead, they grew ever stronger.

The frontline warriors and giant beasts of the other two races also noticed this anomaly and began to fall back one after another.

They were filled with dread, and they understood what they might be about to face.

This world had gods!

Moreover, the gods of the other two races had revealed themselves to their eyes many times before.

But most gods were reluctant to stir, and because they had their vassals to hunt for them, they naturally grew indolent.

This was a primordial world, and the so-called gods were equally primitive—their thoughts simple, yielding to the lazy desires of biological instinct.

Thus, when these so-called gods had 'tools' to use, they mostly remained rarely seen.

For ordinary lifeforms, perhaps they would never lay eyes on a god in their entire lives; only the priests close to the gods and the chieftains of their tribes were fortunate enough to see them often.

But never having seen one did not mean that 'ordinary lifeforms' felt no fear or reverence toward the existence of gods.

Moreover, the humanoid leaders commanding the two races' battles surely knew the terror of the gods.

Such violent rumbling and shaking of the mountains—what else but a god could cause it?

Thus, at the first sign of the anomaly, the two races, under the command of some powerful individuals, retreated and gathered together.

Did the Dinosaur People have a god?

At least, the Dinosaur People had always claimed so, and their race was indeed powerful in its own right.

After all, strength itself was the foundation for standing in this world—the fact that they and the Serpent People each dominated the north and south of this continent was proof enough.

But whether they had a god or not, a war of extermination like this, once mobilized, left no room for de-escalation—unless the Dinosaur People could truly summon their god.

But were gods so easily moved?

Furthermore, even among gods, there were differences in strength.

The so-called gods of some weak races were merely slightly stronger giant beasts.

In the struggle for racial supremacy, the other two races had already killed quite a few alien Pseudo-Gods by their own strength alone.

Moreover, they firmly believed that their own gods were the most powerful, so despite their fear, neither race retreated; they chose to wait.

Perhaps this commotion was great, but until they saw whether this god was truly invincible, they would not simply leave.