Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods

Deadly black ash fell from the sky, landing on the light curtain formed by the [Eternal Fourth Blessing] covering the forest. It was evenly distributed around the area and then blown far away by the howling storm.

The boy lay in King Kong's warm palm, his body covered in burn marks, his vital signs extremely weak, just one step away from death.

Despite this, after hearing the sound, he still opened his eyes, which were no longer able to see, looked towards the source of the sound, and made a faint sound.

"revenge?"

"Dad said that without revenge, humans cannot fight back against disasters."

The boy's voice was murmured, which made the person carefully holding his diamond-like face look puzzled.

It propped itself up on its elbows, reached out with its other hand to pluck a leaf, and carefully poured the dew that had accumulated on it into the boy's chapped lips.

Completely unaware, another being was floating in front of it, responding to the boy.

"No... You harbor thoughts of revenge. The fact that you can see me is the best proof that you want to avenge those alien races that killed your kind."

Longbo could clearly see the raging flame burning within the boy's heart, a flame that did not extinguish as death approached.

On the contrary, it grew even stronger, his lifeless eyes flickering with firelight, and the anger in his heart was more intense than that of any human that Longbo had ever seen.

Longbo's gaze fell on the boy, and he raised his hand to gently touch his face, but the touch went right through him.

The boy gradually felt pain, and his weak breathing gradually became more active, almost like a wail, but he was still thinking and gave an answer.

"Can we... really get revenge?"

"Of course, as long as you firmly believe that."

Longbo nodded, his hoarse voice filled with confidence. As long as he was born, everything would change, and he could bring the other gods back to the Elf Corridor.

God cannot be killed. Even if he is killed, it is only by stripping his personality and will from his divine essence, allowing him to return to his divine essence and go back to the Elven Corridor.

Throughout the long course of history, they will return again, but it is hard to say whether their personality and will will remain the same.

"..."

Upon hearing this, the boy's inner fire swelled again, his lifeless eyes seemed to burn, and he began to struggle, his body trembling, as he shakily raised his hand and reached out in the direction where Mara was.

Longbo also extended his human-shaped hand to meet the boy's charred palm.

Under King Kong's bewildered gaze, tears welled up in the boy's lifeless eyes, sliding down his dark cheeks and landing on his large palms.

"Mara." The boy's heart nearly stopped as he sobbed, "You...you'll help us get revenge, right?"

Although the voice did not explain everything, the boy, who was intelligent and learned from a young age, still managed to deduce the result from the legends of the foreign tribe and the information passed down orally among the tribe.

At this moment, he felt as if he had grasped a lifeline. Since humanity was so insignificant and unable to fight against a natural disaster like an alien race, then let an even more powerful natural disaster help humanity complete this revenge.

to this end,

He was willing to believe in those ethereal gods.

Just then, a hoarse voice came from behind.

"No, it's us."

Longbo corrected his words, his fingertips touching the boy's trembling hand, feeling his carbonized skin, faint heartbeat and pulse.

In an instant, Longbo's figure gradually appeared, the colors returned to his body, the power of the divine essence flowed through his entire body, and the vast elven power surged.

A ray of light rose at the edge of the forest, transforming into a dazzling brilliance. The Forest Elves' proud [Eternal Fourth Blessing] tore apart like a fragile leaf, the light ripping through the clouds and shooting straight into the deep universe.

The ever-present storms swept away the black ash that fell every moment, and the starry sky and the nearby giant planets returned to the heavens after tens of thousands of years.

Looking up, a mysterious light enveloped the starry sky, and a vast and surging ethereal power surged, transforming into intricate golden patterns that obscured the entire planet's sky.

A sense of oppression, like that of a ten-thousand-meter-deep ocean, spread and enveloped the hearts of all the superior races in the world, causing them to instinctively kneel and feel an extreme level of terrifying pressure.

At the same moment, the gods scattered in every corner of the world sensed that the ultimate danger was dissipating as the divine essence emerged, and a new god was ushered in the world.

...

Arbont Huym

The God of War, Artes, smiled, which eventually turned into a hearty laugh that echoed within the fantasy species formed by countless spatial nodes.

"It caused such a commotion right after its birth; it truly is my formidable enemy!"

He sensed it; his divine essence was being passively strengthened once again, which almost proved that an unprecedented battle awaited him.

The Skywings, who had been feeling the urge to bristle and were pinned to the ground unable to move, were instantly freed and lay panting on the ground.

At the front of the crowd, Azriel, with her long emerald green hair, looked extremely pale. Recalling her conversation with the Creator, her expression became uncertain.

...

Beneath another continent, in a complex underground mechanical city riddled with pipes and energy interfaces, another weary voice rang out.

"revenge…"

"Will He be the next Dragon?"

...

In the stronghold of the forest elves, the forest god Kainas looked up at the fluctuations that were almost within reach, and then looked at the information he had received a few seconds earlier in his hand.

"This is too fast... there's no time to catch my breath."

He never expected that, having just received the information and deduced that it was a god who had not yet been formally born, before He could take any action, He would be born right under His nose, emanating a power that He could not match at all, no different from the God of War.

...

On another continent in the brown world, near the main base of the Mechs, a Mech Analyzer raised its head and used its extremely high research computing power to thoroughly analyze and record the matrix in the sky, quickly sharing it with the other Mechs.

【Divine Race - Mara】

[Power: Revenge]

Risk level: Unknown

[Energy Level: Unknown]

...

Blood, flames, roars, wails.

Longbo stood amidst the sea of ​​fire, surrounded by scenes of humans being preyed upon by orcs at night, with blood splattering and severed limbs being swallowed whole.

One after another, terrified and desperate human faces flashed before Longbo's eyes, and the resentment and fear emanating from the people before their deaths clearly reached Longbo's heart.

A moment later, the scene before Longbo's eyes rapidly changed, displaying the homepage as the first to receive updates for works such as "Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods" every day. In the wide canyon, a massive demonic species smashed through thick rock walls, churning on the surface and devouring an entire migrating human group.

In the cold, dark forest, a vampire that looks like a human silently approaches, sucking the blood and soul dry from the sleeping human.

The hunting by lower-ranking races, the lingering effects of higher-ranking races, and the erosion caused by the black ash in the sky are constantly taking away human lives.

In an instant, Longbo saw the suffering that humanity had endured on this land, with no possibility of retribution and no place that was safe.

People can only flee, but if they stay too long on the way out, it means death.

Fear, resentment, and pain.

All the negative emotions that humans emit before death echoed endlessly around Longbo, turning into wisps of black mist that merged into the soaring golden light.

Beside the forest, the god gently lowered his eyes and looked down at the boy whose life had been frozen.

He whispered, echoing throughout the world, hoarse like fangs gnawing at bones, as if it were the last painful howl of billions of people before they died.

"I am... the embodiment of humanity's vengeance..."

The hatred and resentment towards the alien race, along with the flames of revenge that had been brewing for tens of thousands of years, burned fiercely, displaying an extremely terrifying and distorted scene throughout the world. The essence of the concept of the god of new life was spread with the hoarse voice.

The superior races were indifferent to this; to them, it was simply another powerful enemy and a faction vying for the Star Cup in the world.

But for lower species, this is undoubtedly a death warrant, as they are powerless to resist their impending fate without their gods.

Originally, Longbo only wanted to obtain the Star Cup.

But when he truly felt the despair of humanity, he changed his mind. At least in this world, he was willing to be the embodiment of humanity's revenge.

The newly born god stood, gazing upon the world, his eyes encompassing the entire planet.

"I am... Mara."

His second whisper echoed through infinite time and space like the fury, resentment, and hatred that erupted from the deaths of billions of people.

His gaze blazed with fury as it fell upon the distant human group that was being attacked.

Flames spread, and the recently deceased humans rose from the flames, manifesting as terrifying figures, and launched a counterattack against the once invincible enemy.

Supported by the mighty power of the gods, the unjustly killed humans retaliated in the form of flames and bones, and no matter how fierce their claws and teeth or how powerful their bodies could tear the sound barrier, they could not cause any damage, silently killing one alien race after another.

The clansmen who were fleeing into the distance saw this scene and recognized their dead relatives and friends. Although they did not know what had happened, they still burst into tears.

The flames of vengeance raged across the world. On this day, almost all humans and lower species witnessed the recent deaths of humans rising from the flames, transforming into spirits intertwined with bones and flames to exact their revenge.

As the flames spread, the pain inflicted on humans will be returned tenfold, and wounds will appear out of nowhere on the alien race, the pain feeling as if their bones are being torn apart.

The power of vengeance revealed only a glimpse of its mystery, yet it brought a bloody lesson to many lower species, who fled in terror.

Mara took in all of this, then turned his gaze to the distant forest.

He did not linger. He used his immense power to heal the boy, handed him over to King Kong, casually glanced at the two special beings who had been drawn to him by the boy and were watching him silently, and then strode into the depths of the forest.

On this day, a new species of deity was born in the forest of the forest elves, and on this very day, the creator of the forest elves encountered an invincible enemy.

Amidst the horrified and desperate gazes of the forest elves, their proud defensive protection was easily torn apart, the shattering sound reaching everyone's ears and causing them to feel a deafening roar.

The newly born god-like being stormed into the capital of the goblin race, and neither powerful magic nor the warships seized from the goblins could cause it any harm.

The God of Vengeance stormed the abode of the Forest God, displaying unparalleled power and easily suppressing him. The aftershocks of the battle between the divine beings soared into the sky.

The elf energy that gathered above the forest was rapidly absorbed by the elf species that enveloped the entire continent, and used in the battle to create elf attacks targeting both sides.

As the seventh of the fifteen races, the Forest Elves cannot see the battlefield clearly, but can only feel fear and despair emanating from their bodies, vaguely sensing the situation.

Even so, they sensed that their creator was at a disadvantage in such a battle.

The energy from their battle was highly concentrated, almost entirely confined to the two combatants, with negligible aftershocks lingering in the spacetime and elven corridors.

The rare divine war resonated with the world, causing extremely severe aurora borealis and black and gray storms worldwide.

Even among the high and mighty Skywing race, several individuals came to watch the battle, with the strongest War God sitting on his throne, observing everything with great interest.

The cold, mechanical creature leaped out of space, indifferently surveying the battlefield, its eyes flashing with a torrent of data, collecting information about the battle situation.

The battle between the gods lasted only a few minutes, and the forest elves learned the outcome of the battle immediately.

Sensing the outcome of the battle, Crimson Niebaren collapsed in her laboratory, her eyes trembling. Although she scorned the Creator, witnessing His death sent a chill down her spine.

She never imagined that simply being stopped by the machine-type creature that suddenly appeared in the laboratory and failing to subdue the otherworldly beast and human on the spot would cause such serious consequences.

The forest spirits felt sadness that originated from both their bodies and minds.

They will never forget this day, when the vengeful god Mara was born in the land of the forest elves, and his murmurs calmed the storms of the world.

Their creator, Cainas, was attacked by the god of new life, and despite his best efforts, he could not defeat him.

One in a billion of His suffering before His death was synchronized with all the forest elves. They could clearly sense that the Creator's essence was being stripped away, the essence containing the authority of life was being devoured, and the authority of life was being taken away.

The muffled groans of the dying god echoed deep within the souls of the forest elves, permanently stripping them of some of their elven adaptability and reducing their control over the use of magic.

The changes brought about by the death of the god were far more than that. Although the god of the forest was disliked by many of the creatures, he still loved his creations. He did not use the last part of his power to fight back, but instead gave his creations a way to live.

After a long time, the anomaly brought about by the birth of the new god came to an end. Under the trembling gazes of many races, the once-prosperous forest elves fell from their pedestal.

The forest elves were not completely wiped out, but they were weakened to the extreme. This major event was known among the survivors as "the darkest day."

A new god was born in the forest. The aftershocks of his shriek calmed the black ash, forcefully killed the forest god, and seized the power of life. This event is known in history as the Fall of the Forest Spirits.