Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods

Belial's heavy body instantly tore through the sound barrier, and as his vision cleared again, he crashed heavily into the city ruins, spreading a network of cracks.

"boom!"

A deafening roar, like the impact of a meteor, suddenly erupted, shaking the entire city violently. Smoke and building debris were thrown high into the air, enveloping the ruins.

In the distant forest, people watched this scene with heavy hearts. Although they did not know why the man had turned into a giant, they only knew that the man had saved everyone.

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, the smoke and dust gradually subsided, and the silver-red giant reappeared in the air. He shook his head and stood up, looking somewhat disheveled.

Several twin monsters approached, targeting Belial who was blocking their way, and roared as they attacked.

Belial gathered energy between his hands and unleashed several claw-like attacks, tearing the monster apart in just a few moves, causing it to explode in flames and roar.

Longbo looked down at Belial, a hint of doubt rising in his eyes. The other's power puzzled him; in his memory, Belial shouldn't be able to unleash his power in this way.

When Lombre landed on the ground again, Belial was wary of Lombre, but also astonished by his own power.

He felt that his energy was still abundant and his strength was as amazing as ever.

But when he finally got going, he acted like an untrained recruit, weak and pathetic.

"Has it been too long since I transformed?"

Belial stared intently at Lombre, once again adopting a fighting stance, quickly adjusting himself, no longer regarding the enemy before him as someone easily defeated.

Although he had just made a somewhat embarrassing mistake, he was confident that he would soon regain his former strength.

"Don't get too cocky!"

Belial launched another attack, gathering energy in his hands. As he approached Lombre, he swiftly struck with his claws, tearing through the atmosphere and leaving golden patterns that seemed to be engraved into the atmosphere.

His offensive was extremely fierce, like a raging flood sweeping in from all directions. Each strike made the air whistle and its sharpness was visible to the naked eye.

His offensive was clearly displayed before Longbo's eyes, as if slowed down by 0.5 times, allowing Longbo's palm and the spear in his hand to accurately block each blow.

As the two collided, sparks flew, wisps of energy dissipated, and visible ripples appeared in the atmosphere, making it seem as if it were about to collapse.

Faced with this seemingly fierce offensive, Lonbo felt Belial's weakness more clearly, and his eyes gradually became meaningful.

The blue light emanating from his four eyes pierced through the scattered energy and reflected in Belial's milky white eyes. The swift but weak attack allowed Lonbo's will to directly touch Belial's heart.

The air traced invisible lines, the earth trembled violently, and shattered building debris was scattered everywhere, but Longbo's whispers rang out without warning.

"I see..." Longbo now fully understood what had happened to Belial.

Belial, who should have been fully focused on the battle, was puzzled by what he heard and froze for a moment. It was in that instant that the sweeping spear struck him precisely on the shoulder, tearing a huge gash and scattering light particles.

Before Beria could even feel the pain from the heavy blow, his tens of thousands of tons-sized body was already thrown high into the sky, crashing directly into the dark clouds.

Looking up, the dark clouds in the sky had been blasted into huge holes, and streaks of starlight scattered out, reflected in the worried eyes of the people in the forest.

As he hovered suspended in the sky, a sharp pain surged up from his shoulder and engulfed his entire body.

However, in Belial's eyes, who had tens of thousands of years of combat experience, this was still within the range that was tolerable and did not affect the battle.

What truly astonished him was why he was so weak. This being's power was far inferior to his own, yet he couldn't defeat it quickly.

Belial hovered in the sky, his body rising and falling like a human's breath. He lowered his head slightly and fell silent, no longer displaying the arrogant demeanor he had just displayed.

He gradually realized something in his heart, but he stubbornly refused to admit it.

Lumber stood on the surface of the earth, not rushing towards Belial who was waiting for him. While releasing radiation to adjust the planet's ecology, he looked up at Belial in the sky and raised the Spear of Destiny in his hand.

Strands of energy converge at the spearhead.

Lonbo didn't habitually play the game of shooting beams at Belial. After all, Belial was right; he only possessed a portion of Belial's power, and his energy reserves were completely insufficient to go toe-to-toe with him.

"Beep...beep beep beep"

"Cheddar..."

A blazing fireball tore through the sky, rising like a real sun. Its scattered light illuminated the heavens, and the intense heat evaporated the dark clouds, instantly reflecting in Belial's eyes.

Faced with this attack, Belial made a decisive decision, spreading his arms to gather energy, and then quickly unleashing his most proficient beam technique.

"Descium Ray!"

Just as Zetton's iconic trillion-degree fireball approached, beams of light shot out with a sharp ripping sound, colliding with the terrifying fireball.

Two powerful forces collided irreconcilably, igniting a dazzling light in the sky and even spanning the entire continent, illuminating the entire hemisphere.

Two powerful forces, capable of easily shattering planets, were highly accumulated, enveloping destructive energy within a lethal atmosphere, with layers of energy patterns etched into the atmosphere like veins.

The various past events of the Land of Light passively surfaced before Belial's eyes. Those faces aroused in Belial feelings that he couldn't quite define as either hatred or jealousy, causing him to instinctively unleash his power.

"How could I possibly die here?"

As the power spiraled out of control, the two energies finally exploded, their destructive power highly concentrated, enveloping Belial within them and blooming in the sky.

A burst of fire lit up the sky, illuminating the endless horde of twin monsters rushing from the hemisphere. This is where dreams begin, and where dreams come true, and the earth itself, sprouting life at a visible speed.

In the ruins of that city, the Magma aliens, suppressed and frustrated by the wart dogs, watched the flames rising from space, their will to resist plummeting to rock bottom.

The wounds on his body multiplied until his hand, adorned with a sharp blade, was torn off and flung to the other side, leaving him completely unable to resist.

Unable to release his intense rage and resentment, his eyes were stained with both blood, his body was crushed by hundreds of thousands of tons of weight, and his fist, which he swung at the monster with gritted teeth, was bitten again and pressed to the ground, being torn apart amidst his roars.

As the smoke and dust engulfed everything, revealing the massive outlines of things torn apart by the dust, the survivors at the edge of the forest were met with a roar filled with suppressed frustration and intense resentment.

"President Magma won't let this go..."

Before he could finish speaking, sharp fangs cut off his last words, and the heavy rolling sound of the sphere mixed with swallowing sounds sent chills down the survivor's spine.

As the Magma aliens died, the twin monsters became bewildered, but soon resumed carrying out their final command.

Longbo paid no attention to what was happening in the distance. His gaze fell on the twin monsters that were coming from all directions with a violent killing intent, and his eyes were filled with the color of psychic energy.

As his will extended, the energy of the other-dimensional space was continuously extracted, manifesting as bizarre energy in the physical universe, distorting the earth's surface with a single thought.

The rock and soil spiraled upwards, transforming into an indestructible spear that pierced through the bodies of monsters, spraying blood and forming a thick, sticky mist that enveloped the surroundings.

Looking up, one sees irregularly scattered spiraling mountains on the ground, pinning down monsters, their blood flowing along the spirals and staining the ground red.

The confusion and pain in the eyes of all the monsters were clearly visible. Their deaths were extremely gruesome, causing the pupils of those nearby to dilate and cold sweat to pour down their backs. The bloody, ferocious beast faces made them wonder if they were trapped in a nightmare.

By the time Lonbo finished doing all this, the battle had come to an end, and he had exhausted most of his power. Belial's body crashed heavily behind him.

Lombre turned around, the Spear of Destiny touched the ground, Belial struggled to his feet, the red light of the timer on his chest flashing, his charred body assuming a fighting stance.

"Don't think I'll die so easily!"

He trembled as if breathing heavily, his already ferocious face and eyes becoming even more grotesque. "A mere fireball is 20,000 years too early to kill me!"

Belial took another step forward, gathering a sphere shaped from Specium particles in his hand to launch an attack on Lumber.

As they moved, the ground shook and dust billowed as Belial held the Eight-Part Light Wheel in his palm and launched a fierce attack.

He didn't know why he was still attacking. Perhaps it was to cover up the answer in his heart, or perhaps it was because he was exhausted and wanted to die.

Belial didn't want to think about the problem. He quickly approached and slashed the eight-part light wheel at the abdomen and waist of the being before him.

A little boy at the edge of a distant forest clearly saw the tragic state of his savior. His vision blurred, and he cried out:

"Keep it up, you fierce-looking uncle!"

Belial, whose consciousness was clouded, did not hear the words, but Lombre did, and successfully made him feel strange, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

"I... became a villain in Ultraman TV?"

In a flash, Lombard dodged Belial's attack by sidestepping, and as Belial withdrew his hand to change the trajectory of his attack, he turned around and kicked Belial away, sending him crashing heavily into the ruins.

The heavy attack caused the air to roar, and the atmosphere was stirred up in a ring of dissipated water vapor.

This actually helped Belial regain his senses. His resilience hadn't diminished much, and he launched another attack, the light particles emanating from his wounds merging into the wind.

He charged forward again, attempting to fight Longbo amidst the expectant gazes of the survivors.

Facing Belial's attack, Lombre swung his spear, repelling him three times and mercilessly tearing apart his mental defenses. "You still haven't realized it?"

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Belial once again put on his sour face, habitually using foul language to mock and ridicule, gathering his last bit of energy to face his fate.

Longbo illuminated the spear blade with microwaves composed of electromagnetic and electrical currents from the Zetton Ultimate Ray, unleashing a strike that had killed Ultraman along with his words.

"A person who is confused and lost is easily defeated."

"Just like you are now."

Lonbo's voice reached Belial clearly, instantly shattering his psychological defenses. The truth he didn't want to face swept over his mind, freezing him in place.

Beria was stunned. It wasn't that he didn't know the real reason why he had become weak; he just subconsciously didn't want to face it.

He simply refused to admit that he felt lost because of the mistakes he had made and the things that had happened in the past.

During his millennia-long journey without ever changing his form, he witnessed all sorts of things in the universe, constantly masking his confusion and bewilderment with malice and contempt.

But today, Belial's disguise was easily seen through in the battle and torn away without mercy.

He instinctively became fearful, and didn't even hysterically refute it, forgetting that he was in a fight.

At this moment, the light of the Spear of Destiny lacked both terrifying power and astonishing destructive force.

But the piercing of Belial's body deprived him of his remaining energy, dimming his eyes and causing his timer to lose its function. He fell backward onto the ruins of the city, motionless.

Longbo stood amidst the wind and rain, calmly glancing at Belial. The Spear of Destiny returned to its original form, and the energy within him dissipated, dissolving its materialized form.

The drizzling rain fell from the sky, drenching the entire battlefield and turning it into an incredibly muddy mess.

Belial's body, devoid of light, lay silently amidst the ruins shrouded in rain. Raindrops clung to his lifeless eyes, gathering into streams that flowed into the ground.

In the forest on the outskirts of the city, people witnessed this scene and fell silent.