Hand over Godzilla, and countries will beg me to eat nuclear waste.

“…………”

Luo Yu glanced down at Abaddon.

Volunteering? That's pretty smart.

unfortunately,

This solicitation was given to the wrong person.

"Need not."

Abaddon's mental state faltered for a moment: "What...?"

"I said I don't need your help." Luo Yu leaned back in the corner tank, his arm resting on the edge of the dorsal fin. He gestured with his lip toward the multi-headed snake skeleton slowly rising from the lake. "Our boss was eating when this extra dish suddenly popped up. Don't try to take this opportunity."

The three kings were stunned.

Add some dishes?

The remains of the Old Ones, the skeletons of the first rulers of the Abyss World, beings that the three of them fought together for three hundred years to barely kill 47,000 years ago, have now become extra dishes.

Beria's eagle head tilted slightly.

It really wants to ask: Do you know what level of hardness this skeleton has?

Azathoth's six eyes blinked twice in turn.

It wanted to say: The death aura of the Great Old Ones can corrupt the spiritual core of an eleventh-order being.

But...neither of them spoke.

Because Godzilla has already moved.

The Titan King, standing 1,900 meters tall, raised his head from the purplish-gold lake, liquid primordial energy still dripping from the corner of his mouth.

It looked at the skeleton.

The skeleton also "watches" it.

The eerie green flames on the seven skulls crackled, and the grayish-white bones slowly unfolded in the lake water, transforming from a curled-up posture into a fully extended attack form.

The remains of the Great Old Ones, after being fully displayed, are approximately 1,600 meters in size.

Seven cervical vertebrae branch off from the main spine, each over 300 meters long, with skulls at their ends of varying sizes, the largest of which is over 80 meters in diameter.

Although it had no flesh and blood, no scales or armor, and was just a bare skeleton, the deathly aura seeping from the cracks in its bones was... at an absurdly high concentration.

The purplish-gold lake water turned grayish-white the moment it came into contact with the death energy; the energy was corroded, decomposed, and transformed into a kind of inactive waste.

"This thing... has a high energy level."

Su Zhiruo stood on Godzilla's shoulder, and the spatial array scanned the data of the skeleton, causing her to frown slightly.

Luo Yu glanced at the system panel.

[Unknown abyssal creature detected - remains]

[Level Assessment: Peak of Tier 11 (Degrading, current actual combat strength approximately peak of Tier 10)]

[Special Mark: Great Old One, Seven-Headed Serpent King, Remains Instinct]

Threat Level: Medium

The remains of a peak tenth-tier being.

He was at the peak of the eleventh rank when he was alive; no wonder the three kings fought for three hundred years.

unfortunately,

You are already dead, and you are only at the peak of the tenth rank. What does that mean to Godzilla now?

The three kings were at the early stage of the eleventh rank and two were at the peak of the tenth rank. They were just beaten up by a pure physical attack.

A skeleton at the peak of the tenth rank?

Luo Yu glanced at Godzilla's expression.

Well, how should I put it?

If we had to use a human expression as an analogy, Godzilla's current appearance would be like this: you're eating hot pot, and suddenly a piece of tripe that you never ordered pops out of the pot.

accident.

But I don't dislike it.

"hiss."

Godzilla's vertical pupils swept over the skeleton from top to bottom, and two streams of hot air spewed from its nostrils, evaporating a large area of ​​lake water in front of it.

The meaning of this "hiss" is very rich.

The gist of the question is: bones? Will they be hard to chew?

The remains of the seven-headed serpent king had no reason, only instinct. It sensed Godzilla's plunder of the lake and triggered the most primal food-guarding reaction.

Seven skulls opened their mouths simultaneously.

The second round of gray-white death energy beams shot out simultaneously.

Seven paths.

It was more than three times more intense than the previous round.

The concentration of death energy caused large areas of energy necrosis to appear on the lake surface, turning the purplish-gold liquid into grayish-white dregs that floated on the water like tofu dregs.

The beam of light hit Godzilla.

A layer of white mist rose from the surface of the scales.

that's it?

that's it.

The interatomic bonding density of the planetary scales has transcended the realm of "matter" and entered the domain of "field." For death energy to corrode this field, it must first break through the energy compensation mechanism of the reactor's constant output.

To use an imperfect analogy: if you use a file to file a diamond, the file will smooth it out, but the diamond won't even have a mark.

The white mist dissipated.

Godzilla's scales were completely clean.

Even the color hasn't changed.

"hiss."

The tone of his voice dropped half an octave.

Translation: All done? My turn.

Godzilla didn't use its breath attack.

Gravity wasn't used either.

Last time I used pure physical attacks against the three kings, and I don't plan to upgrade this time either.

It took a step forward.

Its 1,900-meter-long body created two 300-meter-high waves in the half-empty lake.

The purplish-gold liquid washed over the spine at the base of the skeleton, but the skeleton remained very stable. After all, it had been lying at the bottom of the lake for 47,000 years, and its foundation was ridiculously deep.

Godzilla walked up to the skeleton.

The remains of the Seven-Headed Serpent King reacted, its seven neck bones bending simultaneously, and its seven skulls flanking from different angles, their mouths wide open, their barbed teeth and bones glowing with a ghostly green light.

bite.

Seven heads bit at once.

Three bit the chest, two bit the neck, one bit the front paws, and one... bit Godzilla's tail.

I got bitten.

Click.

Bones and teeth meet planetary scales.

Broken.

It wasn't that the scales broke.

My tooth broke.

Five of the seven skulls had their front teeth shatter the moment they touched the scales, sending grayish-white bone fragments flying and creating ripples on the lake's surface.

The other two were a bit luckier; their teeth weren't broken, but their entire neck bones were bent into an S-shape by the recoil.

Luo Yu: "..."

Su Zhiruo: "..."

Abaddon opened his eyes a crack and secretly glanced at the battle situation.

Good guy.

Forty-seven thousand years ago, this thing could bite through Abaddon's three layers of dragon armor in one bite.

If you bite Godzilla now, you'll break yourself first.

Times have changed,

Big brother.

Godzilla looked down at the skulls on his chest.

They were grinding desperately, rubbing their remaining broken teeth against their scales, and deathly energy was constantly seeping out from between their bones.

Useless.

Godzilla tilted its head.

Then raise your right front paw.

He slapped the largest skull in the very center.

This is the third time I've "shot" it today. The first time I shot Abaddon going into the ground, the second time I shot Azathoth lying down, and the third time I shot him down...

The skull is broken.

It's not about cracking or flattening.

It means to smash it.

Under the physical impact of the planetary-level forepaws, the 80-meter-diameter skull's skeletal structure disintegrated layer by layer from the point of contact outwards in concentric circles, with fragments and will-o'-the-wisps flying together, and grayish-white bone dust filling the air.

A head is gone.

Six left.

Godzilla tilted its head and changed its eating method.

Its right forepaw gripped the middle of the neck bone connected to the second skull.

Clench your fist.

fold.

The sound of bones breaking echoed in the hollow.

The snap was crisp and clean, conveying an effortless casualness, as the second head, along with half of its neck, was broken off.

Godzilla put the broken bone in its mouth and chewed it a couple of times.

Snap. Snap.

Azathoth's six eyes twitched simultaneously.

It fought this skeleton for 300 years, 47,000 years ago, and its rocky skin was torn apart countless times by the teeth of those skulls. To this day, there is still an old scar on its left shoulder from being bitten.

right now,

Those bones that had haunted it for tens of thousands of years tasted no different from peanuts to Godzilla.

"hiss."

Chewed three times. Swallowed.

Review: It's chewy, but the taste is just average.