Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods

On planet O-50, Longbo stands on this storm-swept land, gazing at the towering stone mountain in front of him, his eyes piercing through the clouds and taking in the entire mountain.

The perspective in his eyes shifted layer by layer, from a colorful world to a magnetic field perspective, until it shimmered with a blue psionic light, but Longbo couldn't discern the slightest clue from the mountaintop.

Soon, Longbo determined that there was no light at the pinnacle of warriors in this universe.

But he wasn't actually surprised by the result, after all, it was already quite remarkable that the universe could have two origins of giants of light, M78 and L77.

According to Commander Blake, even U40 only has a group of ordinary humans, so the probability of O50 also existing in this universe is indeed very small.

Longbo paused for a moment, then turned around, preparing to leave and embark on his own journey.

A rainbow of colors appeared, and Longbo lifted his leg. Just as he was about to step into Pandora's Magic Realm, a blue light suddenly rose in his eyes, and a blurry scene came into view.

In the cold depths of space, a colossal outline lies faintly above this planet. The massive planet crumbles under some powerful force, and the shattered continental debris is swept up by a vortex and sucked into the belly of the colossal outline.

"..."

In an instant, Longbo realized that this was a long-lost psychic prophecy. Hundreds of years ago, when he was fighting against the incarnation of an evil god, he had also accidentally seen a brief glimpse of the future.

But in all these centuries, he had never seen a glimpse of the future, to the point that he himself had almost forgotten that psychic powers also had the ability to foresee the future.

The sudden vision made Longbo stop in his tracks. He looked up at the sky, letting the cloak draped over him flutter in the gale.

As Longbo's gaze extended into the deep universe, he finally saw a series of spaceships heading towards O50.

They appear to be part of a batch of spaceships that recently appeared on the black market.

The spaceships at the forefront of the road are disc-shaped, the kind that Longbo had dealt with before.

It appeared to be a Baltan spaceship. Years ago, Longbo had dismantled an entire fleet like that and was very familiar with their appearance and internal structure, so he recognized it at a glance.

"So... it's the Baltan aliens who brought mercenaries hired from the black market to cause trouble?"

As Longbo thought this, a deep blue electric field emerged from his body, spreading among the mountains and making the electric potential in the air of almost half the planet exceptionally astonishing.

Longbo locked his gaze on the distant fleet, preparing to shoot them down with a charged particle cannon, destroying them on the spot.

But in the next moment, the Spear of Destiny floated out from the unclosed rainbow gate behind Longbo, swirling around him and constantly changing its shape.

Her spirit conveyed to Lombard her desire to demonstrate her power before him.

"..."

Longbo gazed thoughtfully at the irregularly changing body of the Spear of Destiny, gathering the dissipated energy. Since that was the case, he might as well take this opportunity to see the power of the Spear of Destiny.

As Longbo's affirmative thought was conveyed, the Spear of Destiny responded instantly, and with a barely perceptible energy fluctuation, it was transmitted to outer space, continuing to penetrate deeper.

The blue light in the air gradually disappeared, and the electric potential, which was invisible to the naked eye, also decreased to the normal threshold.

A strange fluctuation came from the sky, its light piercing through the clouds and casting a shadow that was stretching out in the depths of space, its outline faintly visible.

The Spear of Destiny was fully unfurled, its enormous silhouette, strikingly similar to Zetton, lying across the starry sky, its streamlined body and heavy metal armor reflecting the brilliance of the stars.

The vertical slit on its head flickered slightly, and invisible waves spread into the deep universe, like a death declaration before all silence.

"Beep...beep beep beep beep..."

"Cheddar..."

Sound cannot travel through the deep universe, but the fluctuations emanating from the intense heat have already sketched out a profound and chilling feeling in the starry sky.

Golden energy converged at the head of the Spear of Destiny, which unfolded into a celestial suppression weapon, resembling countless metal threads weaving a dazzling star, with highly concentrated energy.

At the same time, the Baltan spaceship, which had just escaped faster-than-light travel, immediately detected the violent high-energy reaction and quickly calculated its trajectory to escape the attack.

After realizing that the spaceship could not escape the attack range no matter what, the spaceship's intelligence immediately launched the weapons by accelerating and ejecting them.

Almost immediately, the Spear of Destiny completed its energy accumulation, and the strike known as the Trillion-Degree Meteor arrived in an instant. The terrifying plasma fireball, like a newborn sun, streaked across the starry sky and appeared before the fleet of spaceships that had just escaped faster-than-light travel.

To the aliens, they had just emerged from faster-than-light travel and found themselves in front of a miniature star, the intense heat leaving them bewildered.

Before they could even react, the star suddenly exploded, and the surging energy spread at the speed of light, instantly engulfing all the spaceships. The intense heat annihilated everything.

Looking up, the aftershocks of the star explosion spread at the speed of light. If left unchecked, they would reach nearby planets within minutes and incinerate their surfaces.

As the primary target vanished, the lingering effects dissipated into pure energy in the depths of space. The terrifying spectacle disappeared, leaving only the intense heat and perfect vacuum to tell the story of the few dwarf ships that arrived late.

The six spaceships, which had just escaped faster-than-light travel, looked at the calculated results on the screen and felt their faces turn pale and their hearts pound with fear.

The spaceship's view zoomed out, revealing a colossal, kilometer-long structure standing tall in the distance.

"That's... the cosmic dinosaur Zetton?!" These aliens quickly recognized these newly developed biological weapons from space.

"What kind of entity is this?"

However, no one answered their questions. The distant "Zeeton" once again gathered its power, but its target was no longer the spaceship and the aliens.

On the other side of the universe, even with accelerated projection, the celestial-level Bemstein did not completely escape the attack range, and its two heads on one side were almost reduced to charcoal.

It quickly approached, braving the dense barrage of light projectiles to enter the vicinity of O-50. If "Zeeton" had fired its attack from this distance, it would have been affected, so this was a safe distance.

Under Longbo's gaze, even though the strangely-looking Bemstein was lying across the starry sky, his three enormous faces were clearly visible before him.

A distorted beam of light was projected from Bemstar's eyes, transforming into the gaze of a Baltan alien shrouded in the clouds of the sky, accompanied by a grand voice.

"Ho...hoho...ho..."

"We meet again. So you were hiding here. I told you I would find you..."

"Now, I've found you!"

The Baltans' laughter was extremely sinister, but its amplified volume almost caused the atmosphere to tremble.

Despite the blurry projection, his eyes and tone revealed a cold laugh and arrogance, as if he had really caught a mouse that had slipped through his fingers.

As for Longbo, he couldn't be bothered to reply at all. Escape? That was simply out of the question.

He stayed in that star system for quite a few years after dismantling the fleet, and was never afraid of Baltan retaliation, so the idea of ​​him escaping is out of the question.

But Longbo was too lazy to explain to the Baltans; they weren't worthy of listening.

Longbo recalled the Spear of Destiny, which transformed into a simple-looking spear and was held tightly in his palm. Although the attack failed to hit its target, it was enough to prove the powerful strength of the Spear of Destiny.

He planned to take matters into his own hands and use a critical mass spark to kill the celestial-sized five-headed Bemstein.

As energy accumulated, the blue light of the charged particle field dissipated again, forming a wart-like ring that encircled the mountains and hung above the Warrior's Peak.

Spacium particles also converged, and streams of energy swirled around Lumber's body, beginning to flow as Lumber's gaze locked onto Bemstein in deep space.

In an instant, the energy accumulation was complete.

"Is it still struggling in its death throes?"

The Baltan projection continued to sneer, as if it had already foreseen Longbo's death.

Under his modifications, Bemstar's existing ability to absorb light became even more astonishing, rendering any kind of light futile in front of Bemstar.

The critical mass spark has been fully accumulated. The Baltan aliens watch indifferently, but a tear falls from one of Bemstein's eyes, which lies across the starry sky, blurring the projection.

The Baltan aliens were completely unaware of this, but Longbo clearly captured the scene, his eyes gleaming beneath the blinding light.

Tears?

How can weapons shed tears?

Longbo re-examined Bemstar, which was lying across the starry sky and gradually opening its abyssal maw. The power of the Star Voice made Bemstar's painful howls reach Longbo's ears.

Longbo clearly felt that the pain Bemstein was experiencing due to the modification was no less than being slowly sliced ​​to death, and it was engulfing its entire body every moment.

Bemstein instinctively resisted this transformation, but could never go against the wishes of the Baltans.

I see…

Longbo understood all of this.

He dispersed the gathering power, allowing the energy to flow back into his body, and stood in the wind, feeling the sound of the stars.

This action, in the eyes of the Baltan aliens, undoubtedly meant that they realized the light could not destroy Bemstar, and thus gave up resistance.

The clouds and atmosphere in the sky were gradually swept up by the forming vortex, and the projection of the Baltan aliens appeared intermittently.

"Have you finally realized your death is imminent?"

But soon, the Baltan aliens saw a radiant light floating around Lombard's body and realized that Lombard seemed to be preparing something.

He quickly accelerated Bemstar, his voice still coldly mocking, "Too late, your dying struggle is futile..."

The next second, a dazzling light swept past Bemstar and turned into a white torrent that merged into the light emanating from Lonbo.

Then came the second, the third… countless rays of light fell like a meteor shower onto the planet's surface, merging into Longbo's body in the Baltan aliens' stiff eyes, radiating a dazzling and warm glow.

"This...this energy is Ultraman's light?"

The Baltan alien could no longer sit still and instinctively took two steps back. He had never felt such an amazing light before, not even the Ultraman in his records.

Despite being tens of thousands of kilometers apart, Bemstar's body was still trembling and trying to escape, but the next second, with its last bit of consciousness, it forcibly controlled its body to stop.

Surrounded by the radiance of stars, its light shone even brighter than Ultraman's, and the entire planet O-50 shone with its warm glow.

In some corner of the galaxy, Zoffy watched the light leap past him, his body slightly startled. The Voice of the Stars was telling him that another being, just like him, from beyond the galaxy, had finally used this power.

The voices of the stars whispered in Longbo's ear. They had been waiting for Longbo to use their power, but he had not taken any action.

Until today, Longbo finally remembered to use the power of the voice of the stars, and the long-awaited stars generously bestowed their gifts.

The dazzling starlight converges from all directions of the universe, illuminating the cosmos.

"Is it really necessary to make such a big fuss?"

As Longbo felt this brief but almost omnipotent power within him, he was somewhat confused. He only wanted a little power to give Bemstar a painless release.

But the enthusiasm of the stars exceeded his expectations; they seemed eager to shower him with all their power.

But at this moment, Longbo couldn't care less about anything else. His gaze was fixed on Bemstein in the distance, and a surging torrent of energy poured out under his will.

A dazzling torrent of energy tore through the dark clouds in the sky, instantly reflecting in Bemstar's eyes. A warm light enveloped it, and the mutated body vanished in an instant.

The dazzling torrent, undiminished in its momentum, shot straight into the deep starry sky, drawing a straight white beam of light in the cold, dark universe.