Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods

After a long time, the sacrificial ceremony, which later generations called the Fengshan ceremony at Mount Tai, came to an end.

The seemingly elderly priest, leaning alone on his long staff, left the banquet under the respectful gaze of the soldiers, declining their requests to accompany and guard him, and departed from the altar.

Everyone held this priestess in the highest esteem; she was not only a highly respected elder of the city-state for many years, but also the first priestess to bring about a miracle.

Performing a sacrifice on this high mountain is something every leader must do upon assuming power, but throughout history, only this one time has a response been received.

People naturally held one of the two most important figures in this ritual in high esteem.

But they didn't know that the answer was that this kind of sacrifice was created by the person in front of them, and that she had presided over most of the sacrifices in history.

The elderly priest walked into the darkness, disappearing from the altar as he had done before.

When she reappeared, she had returned to her original form and appeared in another world.

The priestess looked up at her increasingly mysterious blood relatives. Although somewhat surprised, she was used to such things. She then turned her gaze to the magical realm in the distance, which was undergoing earth-shattering changes, and gradually became immersed in it.

The dense jungle in the distance appeared increasingly dangerous, and the already vast world now seemed as expansive as the stars, teeming with boundless life.

Towering plants abound, and in the clouds beyond Superman's sight, a magnificent giant tree stands, seemingly separating the sky from the ground.

The illusory sky has changed, evolving into a real starry sky, with planets hanging high and revolving around this world along with the burning flames.

Those were things that Longbo casually picked from the real universe and arranged haphazardly in the starry sky. The stars were reshaped by him with his spiritual energy, molded into pleasing shapes, and kept at a suitable temperature to provide lighting.

It was only after a long while that the priestess recovered from the changes in the demonic realm, looked at Longbo, and sighed:

You have completely exceeded my expectations.

In her mind, the Kyrierod witch nodded in agreement. Not to mention the priestess, even she, with her vast experience, had never witnessed such power.

She even felt that even the entire race of the Kirieloid gods couldn't do anything to Longbo.

If Itakya's true form were to see this, it would run as far away as possible and would absolutely not dare to show its face.

Itakya was merely the ruler of the extreme cold of the old night, not Gatanothor, the ruler of darkness in the records of the gods. He had no chance of winning against Longbo at this moment.

In response, Longbo looked at the priestess and said, "You just need to know that I am still the same person I was before, unchanged."

The priestess smiled upon hearing this but said nothing.

No matter how much Longbo has changed, in her heart he will always remain the same as before.

Although he was hundreds of meters tall and weighed hundreds of thousands of tons, and didn't have any hair that he could help him with, he was still the person he cherished and trusted the most.

The priestess merely glanced at Longbo's transformation before leaving Pandora's Realm, leaving Longbo alone once again in the vast space.

Longbo watched the priestess leave before turning his gaze to the prompt in front of him, lost in thought.

You have a new task; please confirm it as soon as possible.

[Mission Description: Slay King Kong]

[Quest Reward: Skill Point *1]

"King... Gang?"

Longbo felt a little puzzled, so he used his senses to instantly take in the islands surrounded by storms in the depths of the Pacific Ocean.

On that island that rose from the Earth's core hundreds of years ago, Longbo saw seven or eight giant horses scattered about, their bodies reduced to over eighty meters tall.

They are descendants of giant apes that survived the war against the Atomic Titans.

They are now completely trapped in the storm and the deep sea, spending their days playing Citadel with the Skeleton Giant Lizard.

There, Longbo found nothing unusual, so he withdrew his gaze and looked again at the prompt in front of him. King Kong, another classic movie monster.

King Kong has a long history in film, with numerous versions ranging from a few meters to hundreds of meters in size. Most only have basic stats, with only a few possessing the ability to release electricity.

But neither of them made much difference to Longbo. So he casually accepted the task, as usual contributing a portion of his will and power.

...

The remains of black elves fell from the sky, turning into a blackish-gray blizzard that blanketed the entire world in a hue of death and despair. (Latest update available on Cola Novels, awaiting your interpretation.)

Its entire body seemed to be composed of countless crystals, a fantastical species that blotted out the sky—Avant Heim—floated silently in the sky, like a nonchalant lion surveying its territory.

His gut instincts brought him back to his senses, and he ran wildly in the opposite direction of the tribe to avoid bringing the danger back to the tribe and causing a crisis of extinction.

It is simply because it is a fantasy species, ranking second among the fifteen races in this world.

But it wasn't the real source of danger; what truly terrified him was what it represented.

The throne of the most powerful god, and the lair of the death angels under His command.

There live thousands upon thousands of inhuman killing machines that can evaporate the sea with a single strike and traverse thousands of kilometers in 0.02 seconds.

"Oh?" A beautiful voice rang out, its tone seemingly tinged with unspoken shyness. "I'm embarrassed by the praise from this inferior being!"

Praise?

The orc turned his head stiffly, and a beautiful golden-haired girl came into view, with a complex halo above her head and small, pure white wings on her back that were extremely eye-catching.

The Skywing race ranks sixth among the fifteen races.

Extremely dangerous…

Thoughts flashed through his mind, but he lost consciousness the next second, his head falling into the hands of a war weapon called the Skywing, where it was examined closely.

"Thank goodness, there's no blood on it!"

"Hmph..."

The weapon, which looked no different from an angel but acted more madly than a demon, hummed an unknown tune as it flew toward its lair overhead.

Behind her, a hidden village was massacred, and beautiful angels stood amidst the bloody ruins and severed limbs, laughing and frolicking, comparing the rarity of the heads in their hands.

The interior of Abant Heim.

With emerald green hair, the beautiful angel knelt respectfully on the cold ground. The halo above her head was unusually complex, and small wings drooped slightly from her lower back. Her heterochromatic eyes on her delicate face revealed obedience.

"Azriel..."

A deep, steady male voice rang out before them. The god, born with the concept of the strongest, looked at his daughter and the weapons of war.

"Lord Artesius, I am here," the weapon named Azriel replied.

"I will die," the god whispered.

Azriel looked up at the throne's silhouette, which was twice the height of a normal person, and shook her head: "You must be joking."

"Ha ha…"

The strongest god let out a hearty laugh, raised his hand to display his power, and said with anticipation in his voice, "Azriel, my power is rapidly expanding. You should know what circumstances would cause this to happen."

Azriel's expression changed, but before she could speak, the strongest god gave the answer with a smile.

"A being stronger than me has been born."

"But you will be stronger than Him," Azriel looked up at the god and replied, "No matter how strong He may be, you will ultimately be the strongest."

Her creator, the God of War, is an existence born from the concept of the strongest, the strongest being in this universe.

No matter how strong the enemy is, the essence of the God of War will become even stronger because of the enemy's strength.

His power is always above that of others; this is the unique ability that He possesses, born from the concept of the strongest.

This is a fact that even He Himself cannot change.

"..."

"Something incredibly boring."

Artes sat on the throne, his gaze fixed on the continent, as if watching something, his eyes filled with anticipation.

...

Warmth, shivering...

When Longbo awoke again, he found himself in an infinitely extending energy corridor.

Strands of energy converged here, and an object shrouded in mysterious light lay before Longbo, containing an energy and a certain power that terrified him, as if even a mere wisp of it would be enough to create a complete world.

When he looked again, it had vanished, as if what he had just seen was merely an illusion.

Soon, Longbo realized that he had not descended in the form of a projection, but had been transformed by the built-in mod into a high-ranking being called Divine Essence, whose birth was imminent.

[God's name: Mara]

[Power: Revenge]

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