Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods

The figure of God appeared in this world, flames ignited the earth, heat waves rose in the air, and even the black ash left behind by the dead elves burned and turned into nothingness.

Looking up, the magnificent outline gradually collapsed and solidified, gradually converging into a massive entity, larger than a warship and as thick as a mountain, from which the gods descended.

With His appearance, waves of anger rose inexplicably in the hearts of many intelligent races, making them unable to control their emotions, their eyes turned red, and their breathing became heavy.

The decks of the goblin and forest elf warships were in chaos, with many individuals who already had conflicts wrestling. Even the Skywing, the hounds of the God of War, could not control their emotions and clearly sensed that something was wrong.

In just a moment, only a few individuals from the various factions were able to control their emotions, feeling extremely troubled by the scene before them.

Azriel and Raphael, both of the Skywing race, glanced at their sisters behind them, whose expressions were clearly off, and frowned, their eyes fixed on the descending deity.

On the goblin warship, the God of Forging slowly appeared at the bow, gazing at the entity surrounded by dragons with a slightly somber expression, lost in thought.

Meanwhile, Crimson, the highest commander of the Forest Elves, was slumped in her chair, devoid of any thought.

When she saw the attack spell she had spent her life designing, powerful enough to kill gods, gliding like a pet at the fingertips of the God of Vengeance, she no longer had any thoughts of revenge.

Her empty eyes reflected the majestic figure surrounded by dragons. His form was extremely similar to that of a human, and two completely different energies swirled in his hands. This scene brought a self-deprecating smile to her face.

At this moment, she felt something similar to what humans had felt many years ago when facing other races: when the gap between friend and foe was too great, the suffering party did not even have the right to think of revenge.

Meanwhile, Riku, who had transformed into a giant for the first time, lost his light and helplessly reverted to his human form, landing on the scorched earth, holding Shubi and looking up.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief when the imposing figure came into view. Mara had arrived, which meant that he and Shubi were completely safe.

Rick held Hugh in his arms, looking at the desolate scene around him in the distance, and his mood became somewhat dejected.

Because this operation was exposed, it not only put himself and Hugh in danger, but also directly rendered the communication control equipment that had been set up here in the previous period ineffective.

The plan to break through the Elf Corridor and obtain the Star Cup using this method has completely failed.

The shadow of failure loomed over him, making him feel extremely guilty. Mara had trusted them so much, yet they had messed things up; it was simply unacceptable.

"I'm sorry, Mara." He looked up again, opening his mouth as if to say something, but the next second, the scene before him changed dramatically.

Before he could even react, he and Shubi had already appeared in the Garden of Eden, their blood-stained figures floating in the empty palace, causing Drag, who was squatting at the door, to turn his head.

The sight of the two severely injured figures made his dragon eyes flicker slightly. He was about to speak when he was startled by the scene in the distance. The figure that should have been sitting on the throne had disappeared without him noticing.

This scene left him feeling completely blank.

But he quickly came to his senses, looked at the two of them, and used a healing spell to heal Rick's injuries.

...

Mara stood in the sky, his gaze sweeping over the various forces above the sea of ​​flames, his eyes indifferent, taking in the condition of all living beings.

Regin Levi appeared gracefully beside Him, his gaze fixed curiously on the torrent of energy in Mara's hand, and said meaningfully, "Is this the Marrow Burst and the Void Zero Blessing? This is truly extraordinary."

Although she had witnessed the experiments conducted by the goblins, she still felt a chill run down her spine when she faced the energy generated by the explosion of the divine essence.

If the two energies swirling around Mara's fingertips were to hit her directly, they would both have the power to kill her.

Under her watchful gaze, the energy of the Marrow Explosion and the Void Zero Blessing gradually reached the critical point, rapidly weakening and dissipating into lifeless, scattered remains in just a moment.

Seeing this, Regin Levi fell silent, sighing inwardly, "Why could the activation of a vengeful essence create such a monster?"

However, before she could get an answer, a majestic sound resounded from the sky, as if it resonated with the world.

"The formidable foe I've been waiting for!"

"So you've finally decided to compete for the Star Cup?"

As the voice of the strongest god, Artesius, fell, the expressions of all the intelligent beings on the battlefield changed.

Artesius, the God of War, is known to all intelligent beings in this world as a powerful deity who feeds on hatred of war and bloodshed, and who floats above the world without any concealment, allowing his minions to greedily hunt down other races.

His power is unparalleled, even among powerful deities, a commanding lead. For Him, the world consists of only two simple power levels: Himself and "others."

At this moment, an existence that He perceived as being equal to Him, or even more powerful than Him, appeared, thus attracting His attention.

Artesu descended before the Winged One, ignoring the thousands of eyes watching him, his gaze fixed solely on the towering figure that seemed to reach the heavens.

"What an exciting and formidable opponent."

The God of War gazed at Mara, his emotions overflowing without any attempt to conceal them, which surprised the Skywing race behind him, who initially thought they had misheard.

But in the eyes of the God of War, the new god before him was indeed an enemy capable of making him feel defeated.

Although the essence of the god of war gave Him power surpassing Mara, He had a premonition from the beginning that He would lose, but that was nothing of great importance.

This was something He had always wanted to do. Moreover, it was better to be defeated by the strong than by the weak.

With the arrival of the God of War, the negative emotions that had been shrouding the Skywing race instantly vanished, and their eyes regained their clarity and normalcy.

Somewhere in the sea of ​​fire on the surface, Jibril, who had lost consciousness and shrunk to the size of a child, was pulled away by an invisible force, flying past Mara and straight into the interior of Abantheim.

Mara ignored this action and allowed Artes to take his men away.

After all, during the time when humans gathered together, Altshu not only did not cause trouble, but also ordered his henchmen to suppress their ferocity and help humans open a safe path.

Since Arthas was able to go to such lengths for someone he had never met and who could threaten his existence.

Therefore, Mara naturally wouldn't interfere with the God of War saving the Skywing race, which he considered insignificant.

As Artesius gazed at Mara, Mara's attention also fell upon him.

Altshu was an extremely burly man, almost twice the size of an average person, with a robust physique, a thick beard, and a strong-man hairstyle.

Unlike the Skywing race, it did not have a halo above its head, but had eighteen wings on its back that spread out in the sky. Its mere presence made the dragon spirits around Mara tremble, their scales bristling like hair.

Regin Levi whispered, "This is Altshu, the strongest monster. Even the Dragon of the End was defeated by Him. The Skywing Species is a killing weapon that He created using Himself as a template."

"But if you and I join forces, I believe it's not impossible to defeat Him."

Upon hearing this, Mara's gaze first swept over the Winged Race members in the distance, each one as beautiful as an angel, before returning to Altshu.

It's hard to believe that this bald, muscular man, Wu Ke, could create a group of flawlessly beautiful angel girls by using himself as a template.

Obviously, the so-called template does not include appearance.

Under Regin Levi's gaze, Mara did not turn around, but calmly replied, "Join forces? I don't remember saying I would join forces with you to fight the God of War."

"..."

Reginlevie paused, fully focusing on his guard, preparing to antagonize Mara, then replied incredulously, "Our alliance..."

Mara interrupted her, "What I promised you was only an alliance, not a joint effort."

Reginlevy fell silent upon hearing this, unable to respond.

She had initially thought that Mara was going to break the agreement before the battle and bar his fangs at the dragon spirits, but she hadn't expected that her idea was completely unnecessary; He simply wanted to fight the God of War alone.

"**, another lunatic."

Regin Levi cursed his bad luck, saying that the Dragon King was like this before, and now Mara is doing the same thing. They have a little strength and they want to fight the God of War one-on-one. They must be tired of living.

But before she could stop it, the huge silhouette beside her had vanished, and opposite her, Altshu's trail had also disappeared, driving her mad.

Below, the sea of ​​fire surged, and one after another, vengeful souls crawled out, gazing up at the sky.

The moment the two divine species disappeared, the war began again, with the icy Skywing species launching an offensive against the Dragon Spirits, Goblins, and Forest Spirits.

The goblin and forest elf species, which had been attacked, launched a simultaneous counterattack, and violent explosions rang out again. Crimson Nielbaren, whose "Dao Heart" had collapsed, had no choice but to return to the command position.

This time, however, her goal was no longer to kill Mara and the God of Forging, or to defeat other intelligent beings, but to bring her kind back to the forest as much as possible.

Faced with the attack from the Skywing race, she immediately adopted the posture of Void Zero Protection firing again as a deterrent, unleashing the full firepower of her other weapons.

Meanwhile, after giving orders to fight, Reginlev spread his wings to search for Mara and the God of War.

Although she was speechless, she couldn't ignore it.

Mara may not care about humans fighting one-on-one with the God of War, but Regin Levi cannot. There are only so many dragon spirits, and they cannot withstand the God of War's purge.

Just as she was about to leave, a wave of elven energy emanating from the gods brought her back to her senses, and this familiar power silenced her.

"The God of Forging..."

Regin Levi narrowed his dragon eyes slightly, staring at the seemingly kind and robust god before him. His tone gradually became dangerous, and his voice was as terrifying as a demon.

"You...you're going to stop me?"

Regin Levi's former collaborator, the God of Forging, nodded slightly. "Ah, there's nothing we can do about it."

"The God of Vengeance has shown his desire to obtain the Star Grail, but the God of War has never had any desire to obtain it."

"If the God of War wins this battle," the God of Forging said, gazing at the Dragon King before him, "then I will still have a chance to obtain the Star Cup."

"Therefore, I cannot let you pass."

The God of Forging also has his own ambitions regarding the Star Grail, wanting to become the One and Only God. Therefore, for Him, the best outcome would be for the God of War, who does not want the Star Grail, to win.

"..."

Regin Levi was furious; his current partner was busy fighting the God of War one-on-one.

However, her previous business partner stood in her way, preventing her from going to their aid, which made her feel like she was being plagued by all sorts of troubles.

But the outcome wouldn't change because of her anger; she could only regain her composure and launch an attack on the forging god before her.

"destroy."

Regin Levi uttered a single word, and the dragon's words resonated throughout the world, almost as if his words were law.

In an instant, the elves near the God of Forging gathered and exploded, the rising flames evaporating the dark clouds that shrouded the entire battlefield, and time and space trembled under her words.

But this attack clearly had no effect on the God of Forging; he was only slightly disheveled in terms of clothing, and otherwise suffered no major damage.

He silently reached out his hand to his former collaborator, and the world responded to his will. The entire sky resounded with the roar of a forging hammer striking steel, and an invisible force reshaped this space, hammering the Dragon King as a rough blank.

"Get out!" The enraged Dragon King Reijin Levi roared, the rolling sound waves sweeping across the entire space-time shattering and tearing open a huge gap. The space reshaped under the authority of the gods was banished to the end of time.

"If you push me too far, I'll pierce your very essence and send you back to the Elf Corridor to live again."

Regin Levi was furious. His enormous dragon claws extended across time and space, grabbing the unsuspecting God of Forging and throwing him into the gap between time and space.

But the next second, the spacetime dimensions above this planet were torn apart, and the voice of the God of Forging came.

"Perhaps I will break through your defenses, allowing power to circulate in your timeline and kill you."

The God of Forging returned to this world evolved from the Star Cup, appearing before the Dragon King, following the voice.

"At least," Regin Levi sneered, having anticipated this, "I'll take you with me with me before I die, unless you can dodge my Roar."

The God of Forging did not answer. He was indeed not confident. The Dragon Essence's Roar was essentially a final blow delivered at the cost of life, and it was not easy to dodge.

Even the machine-type creatures could only deflect the Dragon King's dying roar at a great cost.

Regin Levi's gaze grew increasingly hostile. He opened his mouth, preparing to retaliate again in dragon language, but his attention was drawn to a loud noise coming from the sky.

The entire world was drawn by the deafening roar; the battlefield seemed to freeze for a moment as everyone looked up at the sky.

The aftershocks of the unknown attack spread outwards, crashing against the planet's atmosphere like a tsunami, tearing the sky apart at one point. The thin atmosphere dissipated, and eerie auroras hung high in the sky like canyon-like fissures.

"Is this... the aftermath of their battle?" the God of Forging murmured, gazing at the crumbling atmosphere.

Upon seeing this, both the Dragon King and the Divine Race instantly realized that the God of War and Mara had already ventured deep into space to engage in battle.

In the distance, the Skywing race gazed at the wound torn in the sky and let out an astonishing cheer.

But the chief individual, Azriel, recalled the words left behind by her master and felt a vague unease.

She took a deep breath and chose to merge with Abantheim to quickly end the battle.

...

In the starry sky at the edge of the sun, Mara and the god of war Arthas engaged in an astonishing duel.

The commotion caused by their battle disrupted the omnipresent radiation and magnetic fields of the starry sky, and the meteorites and small celestial bodies surrounding them crumbled under the impact.

The Moonlit Race, who lived on the moon, clearly observed the battle between the two divine races. The terrifying scale and aftershocks made them feel as if the end of the world was coming.

The sea of ​​stars boiled at that moment, and the various planets scattered in the central galaxy of this universe were deflected from their orbits by the great power of the two gods.

The two beams of light moved backward and stopped in the void, facing each other from afar. The surging spiritual energy spread and transformed into golden and blackish-purple light and shadow that obscured the starry sky.

The endless stars lay beside them, radiating boundless light and heat, with solar storms constantly raging across their surfaces.

Mara held his habitually used spear in his hand, his gaze falling on the god of war, his eyes revealing a look of surprise, as if he had been taken aback by God.

That small body in his eyes possessed the power to pierce through many planets side by side with a single blow.

The surging elves around him seemed to fill an entire starry sky, making him a completely different level of existence compared to the Forest God, the Forging God, and even the Dragon King.

At this moment, the God of War was superior to him in every aspect, making Mara feel extremely troubled.

Indeed, in any world, those who are called the strongest are not joking.

Of course, the strongest in the One Piece world is an exception; the title of strongest in that world is really given out in bulk.

The God of War stood majestically in the starry sky, holding a scythe in one hand, surrounded by eighteen black-purple elves with wings on his back, his eyes shining brightly.

As the strongest being, He had not encountered a powerful enemy for a long time after killing the Dragon King, let alone a powerful enemy that could make His power expand again.

He gazed at Mara and asked, his words filled with fervor and passion, "You are a god from another world, aren't you?"

"That's right, you can also call me an Outer God."

Mara did not refute, but leaped up, his spear wreathed in flames of vengeance, as if a sun were hanging on its blade, the intense heat melting the meteors in its path.

Before the attack even arrived, the terrifying heatwave swept in, causing the starry sky to boil. It clashed violently with the War God's Scythe, unleashing astonishing shockwaves.

The ethereal energy touched the surface of the star, causing the corona to tremble and the solar storm to intensify. Crimson "tentacles" extended into the starry sky, radiating heat waves as they swept past the two locked in a stalemate, devouring large swaths of planetary debris.

"The dragon foretold this at the moment of its defeat." Altshu's eyes pierced through the clashing weapons and the dual-colored elven abilities, revealing a bold smile: "I will be defeated by the weak, a weakling as insignificant as dust."

"This world will never again give birth to an existence that can rival me. Therefore, from the moment you were born, I already knew that you came from another world."

"Click..."

The God of War infused his weapon with immense power, unleashing an unparalleled force that tore Mara's body apart, sending him flying through the starry sky.

But at the same moment, the karmic retribution of the vengeful authority revealed its due power, and the God of War's imposing body also showed equally astonishing injuries, his divinity and elixir dissipated, and long-lost pain surged up.

"Hahaha... As expected, you are the one who can bring me defeat!" The wounded God of War was not angry but happy. He clearly felt that the power of revenge was returning the damage he had inflicted on Mara to him.

This means that every time you hit the other person, you will suffer the same amount of damage.

As the God of War laughed wildly, his gaze toward Mara grew increasingly fervent, which puzzled Mara, who felt that this guy was a madman.

He used the power of life to repair himself, and the God of War's power was only slightly greater than his own, not yet to the point of completely suppressing his power.

After the repairs were completed, Mara launched another attack. His spear extended like his arm, traversing dimensions of time and space, leaping out from different points in time, transforming into a fierce storm that enveloped the god of war.

"Come!"

The God of War showed no fear, wielding his scythe with a skill far surpassing that of the Skywing race.

His scythe was like a fleeting meteor shower, or an endless tsunami, precisely slicing down each enemy, reducing them to their original elven form and causing them to dissipate into the starry sky.

A fierce collision unfolded in the starry sky, and the spreading aftershocks caused the already shattered planet to collapse, turning into dust and dissipating into the starry sky, spreading with the ring-shaped impact.

Planet after planet was hit directly or indirectly in the battle, exploding silently like brilliant fireworks. The molten lava and the Earth's core were ejected and cooled, and the ruins of the devastated continents were thrown into deep space.

If Regin Levi's battle with the God of Forging was a contest between power and the power of time and space.

So the battle between Mara and the God of War was a double contest of strength and power. Their moves were straightforward and powerful, yet they unleashed a tremendous force far exceeding that of the Dragon King Reijin Levi and the God of Forging.

Sometimes they transform into beams of light, colliding and intersecting in the starry sky; other times they use their respective spacetime warp techniques to teleport, their battle taking place in every corner of the galaxy.

After witnessing the God of War once again construct a halo and unleash the technique known as Sky Strike, piercing through planets, Mara murmured, "Sky Strike..."

"If I remember correctly, your moves should require your minions to be activated together."

The God of War's hearty voice, still savoring the moment, followed his attack, as he nonchalantly replied, "You mean God's Strike?"

Countless torrents of dark purple light shot out from behind Him, leaping and bounding through the depths of space towards Mara, filling every inch of the surrounding area.

"This is not a divine strike, and besides, launching a divine strike does not necessarily require them to do so."

"But speaking of them..."

The God of War witnessed Mara shatter the sky with his spear, then suddenly vanish into the dimension of time and space, appearing before him in an instant, his sharp spear blade slashing down.

The God of War used a spatial teleportation technique called Sky Shift, but the sharp spear still managed to cut off several of his wings, leaving them lying across the starry sky.

But He didn't care. He turned around and leaped out of the alternate dimension, wielding his scythe to clash with Mara once more, like a silent film played out on a fast-forwarded scale in the cold universe.

At that moment, the God of War met Mara's gaze and uttered the unfinished words.

"If you die, I will not let that race called humanity perish. Conversely, if I die, you will let the Skywing race live, how about that?"

Mara moved swiftly amidst the flashing swords and clearly caught the words of the God of War, though he hadn't expected that the God of War had even considered the escape route for the Skywing race.

But He also approved of the proposal.

Regardless, the God of War had given orders to help humanity, and the ones who carried them out were the Skywing race itself.

The conversation reached a consensus, and the two separated again, standing at opposite ends of the starry sky, seeing the same thought in each other's eyes: the final blow to decide the outcome.

Mara unleashed the power of vengeance, causing it to swirl within his spear like the sun, shining brightly like a true star, radiating endless light and heat.

Opposite Him, the God of War gazed at Mara, the wings behind him shimmering with elven energy, converging into a magnificent, celestial-like, complex geometric halo.

His triumphant voice echoed through the starry sky: "No matter what, I will remember you."

"Mara, my greatest enemy in this life!"

Dark purple spirits gathered, outlining a black sphere of light resembling a celestial body, with wisps of lightning swirling around it, its immense power making the starry sky tremble as if it were about to collapse.

On the opposite side of the sphere of light, another sun rose, shining brightly, as if a second star had appeared.

The two, separated by vast astronomical distances, collided and intertwined in an instant, then exploded without warning, filling the galaxy with ethereal energy and radiating light that obscured everything.

Mara and the God of War were both engulfed by the explosion, the destructive energy corroding their bodies. Even the divine beings were rapidly collapsing under such destruction.

The devastation nearly killed Mara in an instant, but the power of life quickly restored him, allowing him to survive the attack.

"..."

On the other side, however, Artesius lacked this ability. He not only withstood the direct impact but also suffered the same damage as Mara, his body instantly dissolving and his very essence shattering.

When the starry sky returned to normal, the God of War's shattered body and the core of his divine essence emerged.

Mara slowly descended, holding his spear and gazing at the cracked marrow before him.

Even if the God of War survives, it will take a great deal of time to heal from this level of injury.

At this point, the outcome of the battle was self-evident: the strongest war god was ultimately defeated.

Even though no one in this world can surpass Him, the God of War was completely unable to withstand the combined onslaught of Mara's blow, which was second only to Him, and the strongest blow from which the power of vengeance was returned to Him.

"Is this... failure?" The cracked marrow spoke, without anger or sorrow, only with long-awaited satisfaction and relief.

"That's right."

Mara responded and then turned to leave, but the dying god of war stopped him.

He said,

Since Mara has obtained the Star Cup, he will be the strongest being, and the God of War, a god born with the concept of being the strongest, will have no reason to exist.

Mara remained silent upon hearing this, then nodded, gathering elven power on the spear blade and striking through the very essence of the body.

...

From the ground up, Azriel merged with the fantasy species Abantheim, a single horn sprouted from one side of her head, and her strength leaped forward, becoming comparable to that of a god.

She floated in the sky, indifferently watching the Dragon King and the divine beings, unleashing a massive spell that shattered the earth, scorching the land to the horizon, scattering the ruins of the devastated continent, and sending dust soaring into the stratosphere, where a raging storm scorched people's senses.

The Dragon King and the God of Forging also unleashed their full power, engaging in a fierce battle with Azriel in her fused form.

But the next second, Azriel froze, instinctively raising her head to gaze into the deep space of the universe, feeling an emptiness in her heart as if she had lost something important.

Not only her, but all the Skywing races who were fighting with other forces were the same, staring blankly up, realizing that their creator had disappeared.

At the same moment, a beam of light descended from the depths of space, piercing through the dark clouds like a majestic heavenly force, and piercing straight into the already crumbling earth, tearing apart the Elf Corridor.

In an instant, countless spirits burst forth from the cracks in the earth's surface, surging like a cosmic storm, annihilating all nearby matter, and revealing an irregular polyhedron.

"Star Cup..."

The Dragon King and the God of Forging instinctively turned their gazes away, the meaning in their eyes self-evident. But just as the two abandoned their opponent and rushed towards the Star Cup...

A massive hand, as large as a mountain, tore through the smoke and dust and the torrent of elves, reaching out from the void. Its five fingers spread out, extending across the scale of time and space, and grasped the Star Cup in its palm under the gaze of both.

In an instant, an invisible wave spread throughout the entire world and even the universe, proclaiming to every corner of the universe derived from the Star Cup that the One God was born.