Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods

Flames raged across this tribal settlement, the rolling heatwave obscuring the sky and igniting everything in sight. It seemed as if an invisible force had sealed the entire settlement off, and no matter how the orcs tried, they could not break through the flames and were trapped here in despair.

The orcs' increasingly tense shouts rose and fell, and the elite among them activated their [Blood Destruction] form, firmly surrounding the elderly, weak, women and children behind them.

Heavy breaths escaped from the beast's fangs amidst white smoke, and a faint despair emanated from its blood-red eyes.

Behind them, many women and children peered out from the human wall blocking their way, their eyes filled with fear and despair as they looked at the towering flames.

Compared to the elderly and middle-aged men and women, they had no idea what was happening or what to do in this situation. They could only let the high temperature scorch their fur, making it charred and curled.

The intense poison from the burning made it difficult for them to breathe. Just then, a storm of spirit bones swept in from afar, giving the orcs a glimmer of hope. If the storm could extinguish the eerie flames, they would have a chance to survive.

But almost in the next second, this hope was extinguished by the faint figures that came with the storm of spirit remains and the increasingly fierce fire.

Even the once-powerful orc race has now fallen into utter despair. A strong tendency toward destruction spreads under the intense heat, making the already indifferent rationality of the orc blood-corrupted individuals even more volatile.

As figures clad in black robes appeared, they unleashed powerful spells upon the orcs engulfed in flames.

Several orcs vanished instantly, tearing through the sound barrier in a flash. The blood-red light enveloping them was shattered by the sonic boom, turning into a blood mist that enveloped their figures. Sharp claws extended from the blood mist, striking the figure hidden by the black robe.

The figure clad in black robes glanced up at them, then vanished like a bubble, replaced by a wall of scorching fire. The intense heat licked their fur, the pain driving them to madness, and they instinctively tried to retreat.

But in the next second, he was gripped by an arm forged from flames and bones. A skeletal face filled with endless resentment came into view. Flames spread along the arm, instantly igniting the orc race and turning them into wailing torches.

The agonizing cries calmed the rest of the orcs who were preparing to charge. The battlefield gave them no time to think of a solution, and a new crisis followed.

One after another, skeletons enveloped in flames emerged from the raging inferno, wielding weapons forged from fire, and staring intently at the orcs.

They marched in silence, and though there was no sound, the hatred and rage in their eyes, woven from flames, assaulted the orcs' mental defenses.

The moment the Spirit of Vengeance appeared, an invisible force dragged the orcs into a despairing illusion. Twisted shadows appeared beside them, unleashing the orcs' signature powers to slaughter them.

The agony of being torn apart by claws and crushed by immense force, the extreme terror brought by the screams of companions, and the despair of witnessing oneself being swallowed whole while on the verge of death—all these were magnified infinitely by the power of God.

Despair and pain permeated the air, appearing like mist before the spirits of vengeance, seeping into their bodies, and causing their flames and power to grow ever stronger.

Just as the orcs were immersed in the endless environment, a spell cast by a living person arrived in an instant, landing on the orcs' tough fur and tearing bloody wounds as if ripped by sharp claws. Pain and despair went hand in hand, and a shrill scream echoed throughout the settlement.

But the vengeful humans remained unmoved, silently casting spells and working with the dead to relentlessly slaughter the orcs, leaving no survivors.

After they left, all that remained on the ground were twisted remains that looked like fangs tearing, claws ripping, or even swallowed by the earth and rock.

Humanity, which had suffered so much pain, now returned everything equally to the alien race that had inflicted such harm.

The same wails echoed from all directions, and similar scenes unfolded simultaneously in many corners of the settlement: humanity's silent revenge, relocation, and search, followed by another attack on the living alien race.

Under the divine power, whenever a beastman who has killed humans is killed, the humans' physical strength and magical abilities are temporarily and greatly enhanced. As the revenge progresses, their power continues to increase.

Even though powerful orcs escaped the illusions and spells, they could not touch the flames surrounding the settlement, and were ultimately killed by the vengeful spirits amidst intense resentment and despair.

A similar scene unfolded in the territory of the vampires. These species, which survive by sucking the souls from the blood, were in a worse state than the dragons when surrounded by the flames of vengeance. Their counterattack was less than half as strong as that of the orcs, and most of them were burned to ashes.

After an unknown amount of time, the battle between the two settlements gradually came to an end. The flames of revenge gradually died down, leaving behind charred remains and wailing humans.

After achieving a revenge they had never imagined before, the survivors could no longer suppress their emotions and burst into wild laughter. But after the laughter subsided, an endless sorrow welled up, bringing tears to their eyes once more.

Although their enemies have been killed, their deceased loved ones can never return. Even the vengeful spirits that are fighting alongside them will eventually leave and return to the Elven Corridor itself.

Emptiness and sorrow spread, making the cries on the battlefield grow louder. The dead, whose bodies were made of flames and bones, appeared and reached out their hands to touch the back of their companions.

Although they could not speak, their comfort and solace reached the hearts of the living, encouraging them to emerge from the shadows and continue living.

After a long time, the survivors' emotions gradually stabilized, but their hearts became extremely empty. They didn't know what to do next, so they gathered together blindly without any communication, like walking corpses embarking on their return journey to Eden.

"..."

Inside the Garden of Eden, Mara sat on His throne, fully aware of the emptiness that humanity felt now, having completed its revenge for the primary blood feud.

He kept a close eye on the situation there, taking in the state of humanity, and after a moment's thought, he came to a conclusion.

Humanity's current emptiness is inextricably linked to itself; all problems stem from the vengeful authority of the god Mara, which is present in his very essence.

All of humanity's power originates from this and is closely linked to revenge, so naturally they don't know what else they can do besides revenge.

The emptiness they felt was not only due to their own reasons, but also to a deeper reason: Mara.

Only after Mara leaves will they gradually recover and rediscover the meaning of their existence.

As long as Mara exists, they will continue to develop towards weapons of vengeance until there is no turning back, and the living become indistinguishable from the dead.

This is assuming Mara possesses a higher level of self-control and a more detailed understanding of himself. If the gods of vengeance were purely native deities, they would have become that way from the beginning.

A moment later, Mara sensed the changes that humanity had brought upon Him after He had completed His revenge. His power had increased slightly, and a powerful elven force emanated, forming a huge vortex above the Garden of Eden.

The astonishing fluctuation sent chills down Drag's spine as he squatted like a statue by the door, stiffening his head as he looked up.

The thick, dark clouds in the sky swirled like an underwater whirlpool, sweeping up clouds across tens of thousands of kilometers, with black and gray raging and storms swirling around.

Even from the distant stars, you can see the enormous wind tunnels lying across the planet's surface, slowly rotating.

The astonishing turn of events froze Dragg, his eyes widening in surprise and uncertainty as he turned to look behind him.

A completely new idea arose in his mind: was this Your Majesty really just as powerful as Zhonglong, as Lord Conglong had predicted?

Drago had seen the strongest dragon kings before. Although the Dragon King was powerful, even when he fought the God of War, he did not give him such a terrifying feeling.

"..."

This eerie and powerful aura dissipated, the dense vortex in the sky gradually dissipated, the storm subsided, and the black ash returned to the devastated earth as blizzard.

In the empty hall, Mara felt a calling and turned his gaze in that direction, taking in everything that was happening there.

Under His watchful gaze, the winged creature named Jibril moved at high speed through the devastated battlefield, pursuing Riku and Shubi, who showed no signs of separation even when facing a powerful enemy.

Mara merely watched without any urgency. The transformation He gave to Rick was not simple; rather, He bestowed upon him a portion of the power He had brought, which allowed him to survive his miserable childhood.

His potential is enough to turn the tide of the battle.

...

Humming a tune that was out of tune, Jibril chased after the two like a cat playing with a mouse, not in a hurry to kill them. Even the dragon spirits and gods in the distance could not disturb her mood at this moment.

In the past, Jibril would have quickly killed the two men before joining the distant confrontation, and then teamed up with her sisters to try and take the Dragon King's head.

But at this moment, she was drawn to the interracial couple before her. In this world where everyone was a racist, interracial couples like the one before her were even rarer than dragon kings of the dragon race.

Which priority is better is self-evident, and besides... Jibril suddenly felt that the man and woman in front of her, who were being relentlessly chased and were clearly seriously injured, were still connected in spirit. Their heartache and pity for each other's injuries, and their repeated acts of giving each other the hope of survival, were simply wonderful!

The human named Rick showed pity and anger when he saw the injured machine.

The sight of Riku's eyes filled with tears and his voice trembling with sobs when he saw him injured really tickled Jibril's sweet spot.

"As expected, humans falling in love with other races, and developing feelings for scrap metal that loves flesh and blood, are still too rare!" Jibril's smile grew increasingly twisted, her face flushed, and her legs slightly... His eyes were unusually unfocused, yet the sickle in his hand fell mercilessly.

"I'm starting to almost not want to kill you all anymore~"

She even thought that if she could steal a spell from the forest spirits that could freeze time in living beings, she could lock away their clear memories.

When bored, it seems like a good idea to let them out for a chase from time to time and enjoy their love-struck expressions.

Then we can rent them out to other girls at a high price, so they can also appreciate those expressions!

Thinking of this, Jibril's expression became increasingly distorted, like that of a typical pervert, and she even let out an ambiguous hum.

Compared to Jibril's composure, Shubi and Rick were not in such good shape. Even with their perfect coordination in resisting, the two, who were of one mind, could only barely survive under Jibril's cat-and-mouse-like attacks, constantly teetering on the edge of life and death.

Faced with such a critical situation, after a brief hesitation, Shubi finally gritted her teeth and asked the Machine Connector for help, requesting their assistance to overcome the crisis on the grounds of discovering her emotions.

Hughie firmly believed that everything would be alright once the support from the Machines arrived.

The mere thought of sharing emotions with other individuals filled her with an instinctive aversion, but the tense situation left her with no choice but to do so in order to help herself and Rick find a glimmer of hope.

"Individual identification number üc207Pr4f57t9, fully connected command entity, requesting reconnection, emotion analysis completed."

"Requesting synchronization, reconnecting."

But almost instantly, a cold response rang out from a hidden space on another continent.

Your machine has been permanently scrapped, and its data has been determined to contain significant error signals.

Application rejected

Following procedure, the machine gun command decisively rejected Hugh's request to synchronize with the entire machine gun fleet.

From the perspective of the cold, hard computer, the discarded machine data contains errors, and maintaining the connection would cause irreversible damage to all machines.

The cold rejection filled Shubi with despair. The pursuers were relentless, and the scythe of death, accompanied by giggles, came close, almost touching her body.

Rick, his blood-stained vision clearly capturing the scene, gritted his teeth and raised his hand to deflect the attack using the Forest Elf's defensive buff.

The blade touched the barrier, splashing out dazzling energy colors, but as Jibril's ambiguous laughter subsided, the barrier exploded in an instant, and the splashed energy destroyed the last weapon on Shubi's body.

The immense impact sent her flying, but Rick quickly caught her and they resumed their desperate escape.

During this time, Rick continued to think, unleashing various spells like a demon to launch a counterattack against the Skywing race.

"Hmph... Not bad, but it will take hundreds of years of hard practice to harm me~"

Jibril adopted an admiring expression and exaggeratedly added, "I almost forgot, your lifespan is only a few decades. Although you are very talented, it's a pity that you can't grow to a level where you can be considered presentable."

She sighed, though her scythe never stopped, and the regret in her voice was exceptionally genuine. It was clear she truly felt sorry for it. (Note: The last sentence appears to be an unrelated advertisement and has been omitted from the translation.)

But as regrettable as it may be, it doesn't change the fact that Rick is currently her prey.

She stretched lazily, quickened her pace, and appeared in front of Rick in an instant. Her sickly smile looked particularly eerie to Rick.

Rick's pupils suddenly contracted, and he instinctively raised his hand. In the nick of time, he mobilized the warm, scorching energy in his body, unconsciously outlining the shape of a spell, which surprised Jibril.

"ha?"

The next second, the flickering energy transformed into raging flames, weaving into human-shaped outlines, and the cold skeletons of the dead, constructed from the flames, appeared.

"Is this... the power of that new god?"

Jibril was stunned for a moment. She had seen these things before when the Creator commanded her to help humanity evacuate, but she had never had the chance to hunt them.

At this moment, these spirits appeared before her eyes, making her even more delighted, almost to the point of ecstasy, so she temporarily shifted her attention from the two people to the spirits.

In her view, these fragile spirits wouldn't bother her for long. Once she cut off their heads, it wouldn't be a problem to chase after the two men.

On the other side, Rick, watching the battle in the distance, decisively turned and left, only beginning to think after running far away.

"Is this... the potential Mara was talking about?"

He clearly remembered that Mara had mentioned in several conversations with him that His transformation of him was different from that of others, that He not only possessed extremely high talent, but also harbored astonishing and enormous power, enough to change the world.

Only now did he realize that this might be a way to change the course of the battle.

Thinking of this, Rick hugged Shubi tightly in his arms, and while running, he quickly thought about how to unleash this power.

Meanwhile, in his arms, Shubi was also rapidly communicating with the command system, trying to get help from the machine gunners.

Although her armor was shattered, it was still possible to detect that the dead souls could not hold off the Skywing race for long; they could only escape with the help of the Machine race.

However, the repeated rejections from the command body made her feel the fear of losing Rick, and she lost control of her emotions, shouting out:

"Yuba Ein... no, you stubborn fool!"

The urgent voice went unanswered, but the emotions in the words seemed chaotic and disordered to the machine races, not in line with the logic of the machine itself, which made them feel neither strange nor curious.

Hughie was completely unaware of this and continued to explain to the Commander that she did not consider her emotions to be chaotic junk code. They were precious memories that should have belonged only to her, but now she was forced to share these memories with all the machines, and they were regarded as illogical junk code.

This was something she could not accept no matter what, and her emotions were overflowing, expressing her resentment.

The battle in the distance came to an end. After tearing apart the dead souls, Jibril could only watch them revive again and again. Finally realizing that her attacks were ineffective, she frowned and decided to kill the living ones first before dealing with the dead.

At the same time, a female voice came to her ear, urging her to return to her combat group.

"Xiao Ji, stop playing and come back right away."

Jibril recognized Azriel's voice, but it lacked her usual silliness and instead was unusually cold. This made Jibril realize that this was an order she could not disobey, so she had no choice but to comply.

She spread her small wings and quickly approached the two, closing in on them in an instant. The scythe in her hand transformed into a surging black-purple energy, containing destructive power.

At the same time, Shubi also sensed a terrifying energy, her pupils flashed, and the corners of her mouth pursed slightly.

The next second, the command center responded.

[Your machine has indeed lost its logic.]

Hugh didn't respond at this moment, but simply held the other person tighter, but the command body's words continued.

[Contradictory and riddled with errors]

"..."

Even so, it is still operating normally, which doesn't make sense.

The fact that such a chaotic logic could still function was something the Machine Race had never seen before.

This is unreasonable; it shouldn't exist in the first place.

Shubi's mechanical pupils almost reflected the rapidly moving Skywing, and her face, now cold and stern, clearly showed the other's serious expression.

"..."

In an instant, a torrent of data, along with the immense computing power of the entire machine type merging into Shubi's body, countless tactics, and over 27,000 weapon permissions were unlocked, rapidly constructing steel wings on her body.

In summary, your machine is an important data sample. Data synchronization has begun, and all computing power has been granted. Before cluster support arrives, the machine must not be damaged by any external force.

Data synchronization is estimated to take 251 seconds.

For machine-generated data, any parsing only takes a few seconds, but the synchronization of the "waste code" at this moment takes several minutes, proving the importance of this waste code.

"..."

As the torrent of data arrived, the announcement revealed massive war machines extending across Hughie's body, with steel cables hanging down, neatly arranged cannons, and wings stretching out.

With its computing power and permissions fully unreserved, Shubi had already made Jibril feel threatened, causing her to decisively stop moving forward and adopt a roundabout approach to attack the cold machine.

At this moment, Shubi was no longer prey that she could toy with, but had transformed into a weapon that could pose a threat to the Skywing race.

The cold steel and wings on that piece of scrap metal seemed like an insult to her.

In an instant, Jibril launched an attack, unleashing a torrent of dark purple destructive energy and black spears.

In an instant, Jibril launched an attack, unleashing a torrent of dark purple destructive energy and black spears.

Having gained access to all the computing power, Shubi quickly launched beams of light in retaliation. This posture would be a burden for any machine, and her body was dissolving at an extremely fast speed, her main body hanging limply.

The combined computing power of all the machine species is astonishing, yet even the energy attacks could not catch up with Jibril's unobservable and unstoppable full speed.

Jibril, going all out, was far faster than the Machines could observe the Winged. Only by overwhelming them could they manage to land a few hits, but even that was not enough to inflict any effective damage on Jibril.

At this moment, Jibril was even more like a cold killing machine than Hughie. Her face was calm and indifferent as she moved and fought back amidst the barrage of bullets. The already desolate scorched earth behind her shattered and turned into dust, merging into the black ash of the sky.

In the distance, Rick, flung to the edge of the battlefield by steel cables, watched everything with intense unease. He gritted his teeth, got up, and sprinted toward that direction.

As he ran, the armor on Shubi's body was peeled off piece by piece by the Skywing, like a fragile eggshell.

Even with all the computing power of the Machine Race combined, Shubi struggled to defeat this extra individual of the Skywing Race. Rick could even see Shubi's body dissolving from the immense burden it bore.

"Mara...please, help Hughie."

Rick cried out in his mind once more, trying to call for help from the person he trusted most, but he had not received a response since the battle began.

At this moment, although he didn't know what had happened, he couldn't care less. He knew that although Mara seemed indifferent, His will was not like that.

This time, Rick received a response from Him.

"You have the power to defeat her, Rick..."

"I said from the beginning that you are different from the rest of the people, and your potential is far greater than this."

Mara's voice resounded in Rick's heart, saying, "At the moment you awakened me, I gave you a part of my power to save your life."

"How can I use that power?" Rick shouted anxiously, using enhancement techniques to strengthen his body, crossing ravines and approaching the battlefield while panting, his eyes reflecting Shubi's miserable state.

"Follow your will, do what you want to do, and that power will respond to you and cause incredible miracles." Mara's voice fell silent.

Almost at the same moment, Jibril seized the opening, rising up amidst the flames of the massive explosion, striking through Schwi's chest, damaging her core, and causing the massive machine to disintegrate into primitive code.

Rick watched this scene unfold, his mind almost blank, his heart nearly stopped, and a certain power within his body seemed to be awakened.

[Data synchronization time remaining 135 seconds... Error... Machine damaged... Synchronization aborted... Failed...]

The mechanical voice in Shubi's mind disappeared, and her broken body crashed heavily to the ground, raising wisps of black ash.

The culprit who caused all this, Jibril, landing gracefully with a slightly disheveled appearance, breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the fallen machine.

Even she found it extremely difficult to cope with the computing power and armed authority of the entire mech species, as if she were walking on the edge of life and death, which was incredibly thrilling.

This was almost second only to the time he single-handedly defeated Conglong Conglong; it was both thrilling and exciting.

She gazed at Hugh, her expression no longer bearing the sickly smile, but instead filled with a seriousness tinged with respect.

"I retract my earlier designation of you as scrap metal. You are a formidable opponent and a military target capable of inflicting serious damage on the Skywing race. I will no longer hunt for your head, but rather completely destroy you."

"Then, farewell!" As Jibril's words fell, her figure was enveloped by a frenzied elven power. A torrent of black and purple energy wove into a complex halo above her head, containing a terrifying power capable of evaporating the ocean.

She stared at Hugh and said coldly, "Sky Strike."

In an instant, a torrent of dark purple water fell, enveloping Shubi's figure, and a destructive wave dissipated.

Shubi's alarm form was already chaotic, but she could still feel the astonishing power. However, she didn't see it and struggled to turn her head in Rick's direction.

Rick's eyes shimmered slightly, as if radiating light. She extended the hand with the ring towards Rick, opened her mouth slightly, and let out a barely audible sound that carried to Rick's ears on the wind.

"Rick...run!"

Rick took in the whole scene, his expression one of extreme fear. He stepped across the canyon, his figure seemingly frozen in mid-air. He also extended his palm toward Hugh, and a dazzling light shone from the ring on his fingertip.

In an instant, their fingertips seemed to bridge a vast distance and touch, a dazzling light rising up, enveloping Rick and illuminating the entire world.

The dazzling light expanded in their eyes, transforming into a red and blue giant that appeared in the world. Its body, tens of meters tall, soared through the sky, enveloped by a mysterious and warm light, obscuring its face.

The red and blue giant flew a great distance and landed above the broken mechanical body. Following his instincts, he spread his arms and mobilized the light on his body. As his arms crossed, the light bloomed, and a white torrent lit up the sky.

The torrent of light, named the Specium Ray, struck Sky Strike with equal force, both sides consuming each other until the white torrent ultimately pushed Sky Strike back and annihilated it, piercing through the clouds in the sky and disappearing from sight.

As everything came to an end, the red and blue giants fell helplessly, their figures... He knelt on the ground, but even so, he still firmly protected the nearly destroyed mech beneath him.

In the distance, the forest elf fleet sensed an unusual aura, believing it to be the power of the god of vengeance, and unhesitatingly unleashed their trump card.

[Void Zero Protection... Launch]

The strongest attack technique researched from the fantasy species was unleashed, transforming into a torrent that shot towards the giant.

The goblin fleet didn't know what it was, but just to be on the safe side, they also launched a missile.

【Marrow Explosion】

Two weapons and techniques, almost reaching their ultimate limits, erupted, instantly enveloping the giant.

The red and blue giants sensed all of this and instinctively raised their hands to create a silver barrier beneath them.

In an instant, two destructive forces unleashed their power, a light rose, only to dim in the next moment, and the outline of a gigantic hand appeared without warning, grasping the surging torrent of energy in its palm.

Looking up, a colossal outline, seemingly capable of encompassing the entire world, appeared, its form as majestic as a star in the sky, radiating the signature energy of a divine species.

The majestic silhouette lowered its gaze silently, indifferently overlooking this dim world. Two energies, possessing destructive power enough to kill a god, swirled and surged erratically in its palm.

As His gaze extended, everything in sight was replaced, and blazing flames spread, as if dragging the entire world into an endless abyss.

On the wooden warship, Crimson slumped helplessly in her seat, the energy spells that had been swirling at her fingertips reflected in her pupils completely losing their luster, her lips slightly parted:

"The divine race... Mara..."

Jibril exclaimed, "What?!"

In the distance, the other parties in the standoff also sensed all of this and shifted their attention. The warships tilted slightly, and some of their weapons and spells deflected.

The dazzling light expanded in their eyes, transforming into a red and blue giant that appeared in the world. Its body, tens of meters tall, soared through the sky, enveloped by a mysterious and warm light, obscuring its face.

The red and blue giant flew a great distance and landed above the broken mechanical body. Following his instincts, he spread his arms and mobilized the light on his body. As his arms crossed, the light bloomed, and a white torrent lit up the sky.

The torrent of light, named the Specium Ray, struck Sky Strike with equal force, both sides consuming each other until the white torrent ultimately pushed Sky Strike back and annihilated it, piercing through the clouds in the sky and disappearing from sight.

As everything came to an end, the red and blue giants fell helplessly, their figures... He knelt on the ground, but even so, he still firmly protected the nearly destroyed mech beneath him.

In the distance, the forest elf fleet sensed an unusual aura, believing it to be the power of the god of vengeance, and unhesitatingly unleashed their trump card.

[Void Zero Protection... Launch]

The strongest attack technique researched from the fantasy species was unleashed, transforming into a torrent that shot towards the giant.

The goblin fleet didn't know what it was, but just to be on the safe side, they also launched a missile.

【Marrow Explosion】

Two weapons and techniques, almost reaching their ultimate limits, erupted, instantly enveloping the giant.

The red and blue giants sensed all of this and instinctively raised their hands to create a silver barrier beneath them.

In an instant, two destructive forces unleashed their power, a light rose, only to dim in the next moment, and the outline of a gigantic hand appeared without warning, grasping the surging torrent of energy in its palm.

Looking up, a colossal outline, seemingly capable of encompassing the entire world, appeared, its form as majestic as a star in the sky, radiating the signature energy of a divine species.

The majestic silhouette lowered its gaze silently, indifferently overlooking this dim world. Two energies, possessing destructive power enough to kill a god, swirled and surged erratically in its palm.

As His gaze extended, everything in sight was replaced, and blazing flames spread, as if dragging the entire world into an endless abyss.

On the wooden warship, Crimson slumped helplessly in her seat, the energy spells that had been swirling at her fingertips reflected in her pupils completely losing their luster, her lips slightly parted:

"The divine race... Mara..."