Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods

Chapter 187 Titan

In the year 2019, deep in the western Pacific Ocean.

Monarch's airships hovered above the sea, while warships were arrayed around the surface, monitoring the Titan Mothra's every move.

The entire United Human Government mobilized, and the Planetary Defense Force was on full alert, with all sorts of deadly weapons aimed at the Titan that had suddenly awakened and come to life on the sea.

In their understanding, no matter how powerful the Titans were, they were only at a level similar to Earth's monsters, and humans had already eliminated many beings of that level.

Therefore, it is not a problem for these so-called gods, the Titans.

If it weren't for interference from the Monarchy organization, the Planetary Defense Force would have already launched a search and annihilation campaign against Titan.

Inside Monarch's massive aircraft, Dr. Serizawa gazed at the Titan soaring through the clouds, a look of amazement flashing in his eyes.

The Titan named Mothra is unlike almost all other Titans, possessing both beauty that transcends species and a gentleness that treats all things equally.

In the epic history unearthed by that professor, humanity once fell into a dark old night because of the "war of the gods." Although the human population was growing during that period, they also suffered unspeakable hardships.

Many humans died in the battles between Titans and monsters, or were devoured by the Titans' symbiotic species. At that time, some Titans protected many humans, allowing humanity to remember history.

Among the Titans who helped humanity during that period of history that was unearthed, the one most frequently recorded by humankind is Mothra, as we see it today.

Secondly, there is the monster Gamera, which was active along the Yellow Sea coastline; Dagon, the patron god of the Phoenicians; and Methuselah, who lived in Munich.

Gradually, Dr. Serizawa came to his senses, sighed, and his expression became melancholy again. Even the sounds coming from the command room could not hide his emotions.

Beside him, the short-haired woman put down her tablet and looked at Serizawa with surprise, taking in his worry. "Dr. Serizawa, what are you worried about?"

Dr. Serizawa took off his glasses, seemingly nonchalantly wiping them clean as if to see the outside world more clearly, but his furrowed brows betrayed his anxiety and unease: "I think the Planetary Defense Force will directly target the Titans."

"*"

The short-haired woman fell silent upon hearing this; having risen to her current position, she must know more than those in the lower and middle ranks.

Moreover, an aircraft carrier carrying the latest fighter jets is currently docked nearby, and more than 100 intercontinental ballistic missiles have already targeted this area.

Anyone who isn't an idiot knows what the United Human Government's attitude towards the Titans is right now.

Over the past few decades, monster attacks have instilled megalophobia in a large number of people, with victims of various monsters and Titans spanning all levels of human society. One can only imagine how these colossal creatures, like the Titans, appear to them.

As his voice spread, sighs followed one after another, causing all those who knew the inside story to sigh in despair.

They knew that perhaps only the Monarchy, which constantly sought traces of the Titan myth, and a small number of humans on Earth held a positive view of the Titans.

Moreover, even for those small groups, it only takes one direct confrontation with the Titans to shift their stance from Titan fanaticism to that of the majority.

Or rather, it's about confronting the catastrophic destruction brought about by the Titans' every move. If they faced these realities, their aspirations for the Titans would transform into extreme fear and revulsion.

Only by seeing it with one's own eyes can one know what kind of existence a Titan is. This is what the ancient people of China called Lord Ye's love of dragons.

A sudden sound pierced the sky, and Mothra's voice, like a baby's babbling, echoed across the entire sea. The highly penetrating sound waves swept across the sky, scattering the clouds, which were then swept up by the shockwave.

The extremely penetrating sound shattered the bulletproof glass of the aircraft dozens of kilometers away. People covered their ears in pain, and the aircraft teetered on the brink of collapse.

The rolling sound waves transformed into a high-frequency sound wave that spread throughout the world, reaching every corner of the earth.

In an instant, pairs of eyes across the Earth slowly opened, and the long-dormant Titans received the information carried within the sound waves.

If translated into human language, it would be just a short line: "The King Returns."

Almost immediately, an even deeper sound wave rippled out again, confirming the Titans' suspicions.

Deep in Siberia, a colossal, silvery-white beast, its body gleaming with mountain-like crystals, rose from the depths of the snowstorm. Its thick, long tail extended, and its head faced the western Pacific Ocean, its intelligent eyes gleaming with a faint joy.

In the middle layer, Lidor, who had been watching the ripples in the air, turned to look into the distance. After a moment of silence, he turned and left. The thing on the other side had already passed through here, so there was no point in staying any longer.

In the Congo River in Africa, a giant crocodile bursts through the river, letting out a celebratory roar. Although it doesn't know who this strange, ancient Titan is, its bloody experience tells it that anything older than itself is not to be trifled with.

Tiamat's daughter peeked out from her mother's lair, her gaze fixed on the western Pacific Ocean, offering no response. Xiangliu, hiding deep in the Arctic Ocean, shrank back a few times, seemingly indifferent.

Apophis, the Chaos Serpent of the Sahara Desert, along with Sekhmet, the Lioness, Rodan and his son on the volcanic island, the fiery behemoth slumbering in Changbai Mountain, and the Yamata no Orochi of the island nation, all roared simultaneously.

At the same moment, almost all the awakened Titans responded with celebration, welcoming the return of the ancient Alpha, which had been silent for millennia.

The appearance of the Titans sent chills down the spines of humanity worldwide. Their towering, mountain-like forms and terrifying, oppressive appearances rekindled the fear of being dominated by these colossal beasts.

Stunning reports of Titan sightings are emerging from all over the world; they are not only slumbering in the wilderness, but also leaving traces on the outskirts of cities.

Planetary defense forces from various regions were mobilized urgently, using a variety of war weapons to surround Titan. Various weapons that had killed monsters were already aimed, ready to open fire at the slightest sign of trouble.

The United Human Government was startled by this astonishing commotion and deployed a variety of hidden weapons.

The conference room at the top floor was now filled with smoke, and the high-ranking human officials felt a headache coming on as they looked at the dense red dots on the world map.

Although Monarchy has searched for decades and found many traces of the Titans by relying on myths and ancient legends, they only account for about a third of the total number shown in the images before us.

Humanity previously believed it had tracked down all the Titans, but little did it know that a large number of Titans were still lurking right under their noses.

This astonishing scene made the united human government hesitant to act rashly. Although humanity had faced greater crises before, it had never encountered such a massive number of enormous creatures at once.

Humanity is confident that it can annihilate the Titans, but that is based on the premise that the number of Titans is what they know and that they can be annihilated in batches.

Faced with this situation, they suddenly realized that they absolutely could not act rashly. The Titans had scattered, which meant that it would be much more difficult to annihilate them, and that humanity was at risk of being destroyed at any time.

The current situation was giving them a headache, but at that moment, the fleet and satellite monitoring departments in the western Pacific issued another warning at the same time.

They made a startling discovery: a shadow was slowly rising in the western Pacific Ocean, stretching for thousands of kilometers, and had already triggered earthquakes and tsunamis of varying magnitudes around the world.

A few seconds later, the scene there was clearly displayed before their eyes.

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In the western Pacific Ocean, the sea was now trembling and shaking like water in a basin, with warships swaying in the churning waves.

Waves crashed against the steel hull, the undulating sea causing the warship to emit a piercing groan, and cracks appeared, threatening to break apart and sink at any moment.

Just when people were in despair, red figures descended from the sky. Enpat, with hopeful eyes, gently raised his hand and used his Ultra Telekinesis to lift the nearby ships, preventing them from sinking.

Enpat stood still in the sky, his eyes piercing through the sea, seeing something rising. His gaze became unfocused; the king of the deep sea had been resurrected and returned.

People gradually recovered from their despair, gazing at the sea with lingering fear, but before they could fully recover, another strange change occurred.

Clusters of shadows appeared on the sea before them, rising rapidly amidst the surging waves. They broke through the surface with overwhelming force, their bluish-black "tentacles" extending out, stained with seawater, gleaming with a steely translucence in the sunlight.

The black shadow, resembling a tentacle, is over 100 meters in diameter, and its length and mass rising from the deep sea are immeasurable.

The people on the warship gripped the railings tightly, but when they saw the true appearance of the thing that was still rising in front of them, they couldn't help but widen their eyes.

Their bluish-black appearance, sparse green leaves, and wood grain stained with seawater all attest to their true nature.

"These are—vines, branches?!"

Exclamations arose from the warships as they all recognized the tentacle-like nature of these creatures. Looking up, they saw similar vines breaking through the sea surface every few thousand meters, swaying and winding like tentacles, reaching towards the sky.

Dense vines cover the entire western Pacific Ocean, appearing in satellite images as if a layer of dark blue velvet has been laid on the azure sea, beneath which even deeper outlines continue to rise.

The sea level was lifted up by it, flowing in all directions, forming a tremendous tsunami that spread throughout the world.

The flood peak almost reached the clouds. If it were to affect the mainland, it would cause unimaginable disaster and another mass extinction.

In the sky, Mothra watched the scene before it, its joy gradually fading. It couldn't understand why the returning king would do such a thing.

When it made a sound again, but there was no response as it had ten thousand years ago, it gradually realized something, and its huge head revealed a human-like expression.

Although its king has been resurrected, it seems that it has not yet regained its senses and only has crude instincts.

The earth-shattering waves were moving at their fastest speed, and humans had no time to react. The first wave had already touched the outline of the continent, and the churning tsunami was already in the sight of the coastal people.

However, just as despair and terror cast a shadow over people's hearts, rays of light rose from the magnificent statues deep within each continent.

In the heart of Mount Tai, tourists stood frozen in place, staring down at their phones at the news of the world's strange changes, their faces filled with fear and unease, their pupils dilated in shock, utterly bewildered.

A dazzling light rose up, attracting the attention of everyone present, causing them to instinctively look up and gaze toward the source of the light.

Atop the magnificent statue, a dazzling and warm light had risen from nowhere. In this radiant light, they seemed to see a towering human figure, as if walking from ancient times, with its head slightly bowed, and two pairs of parallel eyes reflected in people's eyes, revealing an epic chapter that has been worshipped and passed down by people for generations.

People seemed to see ancient humans solemnly worshipping before the statue, offering lavish sacrifices in hopes of receiving a response; everything made them feel as if they were there.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, a beam of light shot out, passing over their heads and disappearing into the distance.

All of this happened right before their eyes, bringing them an extreme sense of awe, as if it were a miracle.

In Europe, Asia, and Africa, similar scenes unfolded in every sacrificial city, with flashing lights passing over each city along the way, illuminating people's dim vision and almost instantly stopping the waves.

The previously restless Titans also sensed this and fell silent, as if they had received some kind of command, standing still in place.

Golden barriers rise along the coastlines of every continent, colliding with the oncoming waves and creating a deafening roar.

The white waves seemed like a high wall dividing the world. The roar of the surging waves and the pale scene pierced through pairs of dull and desperate eyes, deeply engraving themselves in the hearts of the coastal people, leaving their minds almost blank.

By the time they came to their senses, the overwhelming tsunami had already collapsed, receding at a speed many times faster than the sound, restoring the sea level to its previous level.

The light then converged, focusing towards the depths of the sea, restoring everything in its path to its original state, even calming the tsunami that reached the clouds.

The dark shadows rising from the depths of the sea also appeared in the sky, exposed to the warships floating in the sky and the satellites that were gradually converging towards the sky.

As the light faded, a magnificent continent was revealed to the people on the satellite and warship, covered with traces of seawater erosion, with vines piercing through it as if they were the culprits that had lifted it up.

Whether it was the warships nearby or people who saw this scene through satellites, one name invariably came to mind.

"Atlantis".

The ancient civilization of Atlantis, which is said to possess amazing technology and a prosperous culture, has many legends about its origins, but its fate is surprisingly consistent: it sank into the sea.

People once thought it was just a legend, but in recent years, they have discovered clues that it actually exists.

Before they could investigate further, this mysterious land appeared before them without warning, even bringing with it a cataclysmic disaster.

The satellite's perspective is constantly adjusted and refreshed, rapidly revealing the details of this continent to humankind.

Soon, clear images appeared on the screen, showing the gray-brown continent covered with traces of seawater erosion and bearing the marks of time.

Even so, people can still see traces of battle on this continent.

The entire continent seems to be pieced together by giant vines, and the traces of the splicing are still clearly visible, with countless ravines crisscrossing it.

The craters created by the explosion and the high-temperature jets became smoother under the erosion of the seawater. The entire continent bears traces of high-temperature melting, and many areas resemble cooled rivers of lava, covered with obsidian and limestone.

In many corners of this continent, traces of civilization still remain, with ruins and obvious man-made weapons. Even after ten thousand years, they have not completely disappeared, and one can still vaguely see the former prosperity.

The scene that came into view silenced everyone. The people in the conference room were all elites. Even a fleeting glimpse of some details was enough for them to know how astonishingly prosperous this civilization was. Whether it was the vast architectural ruins that were highly similar to those of modern humans, the scattered decaying mechanical weapons, or the Titan remains lying across the continent, everything told them how powerful Atlantis was.

Yet this very civilization was destroyed by the Titans' immense power, bringing to mind a fact they had overlooked.

Humans are not the masters of the Earth.

Titans were the true rulers of Earth's long history.

Mothra, hovering in the sky, flew towards the center of the continent and disappeared from people's sight.

Enpat landed his ship on this long-lost continent, his gaze piercing through the forest-like vines as he stared into the distance, his milky-white eyes flashing with memories.

He fought here, alongside the Titans, and paid a bloody price for it.

He had witnessed Sir Raton's furious display after his partner's death, charging fearlessly toward Zetton.

One by one, the Titans charged toward the golden super monster, only to be brutally killed by the three-headed dragon.

The king of the deep sea bravely fought against it, determined to perish together with the super monster, melting into itself and sinking into the deep sea along with the entire continent.

Even now, that king has been resurrected and returned, and has gained a new and more powerful form.

Enpat's gaze pierced through the vast distance and saw the Titan gradually rising along with the giant trees and vines.

Suddenly, Enpat remembered something and turned to look at another spot. During the great war, he had saved many humans and placed them in shelters.

He fell into a deep sleep after that war, and when he was awakened, he followed other warriors into space. He has only been back on Earth for a short time now.

His somewhat guilty and nervous gaze swept over that spot in his memory, but when he felt the life force emanating from there, he felt relieved.

The atomic titan Dagon rose from the sea and set foot on this continent once more, heading towards the direction of the king's return. In the nearby Netherworld tunnel, Godzilla II leaped out of the sea and swam rapidly toward the top of the continent, which was supported by countless vines.

At this very moment, the king who lifted this continent and brought it back to the world of the sea also returned in full force.

Flower buds, resembling mountain ranges, rise from a passage scorched open thousands of years ago, piercing the continent and appearing in the air amidst flying debris and muddy dust.

The deep blue flower buds were exposed to the air, while the broken debris thrown high around them fell like raindrops, landing on the muddy ground. The splashed soil stained the flower buds and roots, covering them with a layer of mud.

The earth rose and shattered, as the roots of plants that rose from the earth's core occupied the land, and a vast, winding dragon undulated around the flower buds.

The air fell silent, and an invisible ripple spread throughout the world. The Titans' eyes flickered slightly, and the Ancients recalled the posture of their former kings.

The creatures, which had become frantic and terrified due to the mutation, fell silent. The entire silence was so profound that it seemed as if only the sound of the wind and the surging waves remained.

A lithe figure appeared atop a nearby vine, her dark black skirt swaying slightly, her long, pale hair fluttering in the wind, revealing a single eye beneath one horn. The right eye revealed a vertical pupil, as if something was watching everything through it.

The azure bud at the center of Atlantis slowly unfolded, each petal falling naturally with the leaping of wisps of charged particles and dark energy.

As the petals peeled away, the mountain-like outline inside the bud gradually became clear, accompanied by a deep sound, like the roar of thunder.

The surging electric field flickered as the petals fell, crisscrossing and spreading around, landing on the vines, and resounding with the roar of colliding steel. Strands of lightning spread throughout the continent along the root system, immersing the entire continent in the electric field.

"Weng—Weng—"

As the petals decrease, the electrical potential in the air gradually increases, and the field of charged particles converges, weaving into a ring with a diameter of one kilometer at the top of the flower bud, with electric light jumping and flashing.

The scene that came into view surprised Longbo, who was watching all this through the priestess's eyes. He knew that Godzilla would be resurrected, and that this was due not only to the help of the Earth's will but also to the contribution of his own psychic energy.

But He didn't expect that the will of Earth would actually copy the ability of charged particle fields to Godzilla.

The azure field of charged particles suddenly contracted, transforming into a charged particle cannon at the top of the flower bud, piercing through the remaining petals and igniting them with violent energy.

A dazzling barrage of charged particles illuminated the sky, tearing through the atmosphere and shooting straight into deep space, leaving behind energy that was imprinted on the atmosphere, creating a charged particle storm.

The violent energy fluctuations alerted human detection satellites, and piercing alarms echoed from base to base. The astronomical energy output per second silenced everyone in the monitoring room.

The torrent of energy dissipated, illuminating Godzilla's body. With the blessing of Earth's will, the resurrected Godzilla gained a new form and power.

Its remaining brain tissue and cells, which melted away ten thousand years ago, burned through the earth's surface, cooled, and fell into the forest, merged with the carnivorous forest that had no self-awareness, forming its current height of over three hundred meters and immeasurable weight.

Godzilla's entire body is composed of plants. Its indestructible scales have disappeared, replaced by bluish-black plant skin, with clearly visible muscle lines.

Its body, over 300 meters long, is heavy and robust. Its dorsal fin, resembling a rugged mountain peak combined with a sharp blade, extends to the end of its thick, long tail, where streaks of lightning crackle.

Its arms were rather short, but its feet were unusually thick, and its head was unusually large, as if it could swallow a Titan whole.

Today's Godzilla can be considered a true agent of the planet's will, not much different from the planet's will itself.

Godzilla unleashed a terrifying breath to announce its return, and a torrent of azure rays swept through the atmosphere along with its roar and rising storm.

At the horizon, the atomic titan Dagon and Godzilla II walked over the steel-hard vines and giant trees to Godzilla. Mothra fell from the sky, stood on the vines, spread his wings, and roared in unison with the atomic titan.

The Titans across the world sensed the sound and raised their heads, roaring in response. Rolling sound waves swept across the Earth, and even humans could feel this almost domineering roar.

The roar of the Titans, born in ancient times, echoed like a distant memory, striking the proud hearts of humankind like a meteorite.

A series of roars intertwined, as if proclaiming to the world who is truly favored on this planet.

At this moment, all of humanity realized that they were not the masters of the Earth; they were merely beings who had been ignored by the ancients and who briefly dominated the world while the ancients slept.

Minutes later, a massive torrent swept across the cosmos, tearing through one side of the giant planet Saturn, creating countless fissures, and hurling the remains of the entire magnificent continent into space amidst a violent explosion.

In a university in the Aurora region, a witch, maintaining an aged appearance and teaching in place of someone else, strolled idly through the campus while everyone else was panting in a daze.

The witch of Kirieloid still held a rather indifferent view of humanity. She showed little interest in the resurrected monster in the distance, since no matter how strong it was, it was still just so-so.

Although her own strength was only average, her host was incredibly strong, and by comparison, she was also incredibly strong, so there was no fear to speak of.

Although she obtained her host's power by luck, strength is strength, regardless of its source.

She stepped across the corridor, ignoring the blank stares and heavy breathing of the humans around her, but suddenly sensed something and turned to look.

A figure stood on the opposite bank of the artificial lake, staring at him expressionlessly. He was wearing a suit.

Her face was youthful, and her hair was styled and shiny.

The man stared at the witch, coldly uttering a single word, his mental energy reverberating: "Traitor."

The Kirieloid witch paused for a moment, then realized something and muttered to herself, "They—have returned too?"

These cold words, coupled with familiar emotional fluctuations, proved his identity: a Kyrielord.

At this moment, a question arose in the witch's mind: how did they break through the barrier and return to this world?

But soon, she shook her head, ignoring her fellow human beings, and left with light steps, clutching her lesson preparation book.

However, the Kyrielords, like ghosts, kept a certain distance from her as they walked, gradually losing control of their anger at the betrayal of their own kind: "Traitors who have betrayed the Kyrielord gods, pitiful lambs who have gone astray."

The witch nodded indifferently, as if agreeing with her kind: "Yes, you're right."

"snort--"

Upon hearing this, the Kirieloid grew even more enraged, unable to contain his fury any longer. Veins bulged on his forehead as he roared through gritted teeth, "You damned traitor, do you know what you've done?!"

The witch regained her original appearance, glanced again at the faces of her kind, raised an eyebrow, and asked in confusion, "What did I do?"

"—

Seeing the witch's genuine confusion and complete ignorance, Kirieloid was stunned, then became even more agitated, roaring deafeningly.

"Damn traitor, ignorant savage!"

"You traitor who redirected the self-light of the evil god to the gods of Kirieloid, how dare you shamelessly forget this?!"

Kirielold was trembling with rage, his face flushed and contorted with rage. He would never forget the scene that day when that pale, sharp claw tore through the crack and entered their territory.

The planet that had been purified by the gods of Kirieloid was instantly covered in snow, and spacetime froze. The entire Heng system was covered in frost and extremely cold.

The ruler of the polar night devoured the gods, who were spiritual beings, as greedily as if they were drinking water, and those desperate faces were still clearly displayed in his mind.

The gods were forced to merge and fight back, but to no avail; they were still quickly devoured. It wasn't until the warrior performed an unprecedented second fusion that he succeeded and gained the power to stop him. However, this could only prevent the being from descending; it could not repel it.

In the end, the gods of Kirieloid paid a terrible price: 30% of the gods were devoured, less than a third escaped the planet, and the rest became food supplies for the Old Night rulers.

When the gods of Kirieloid learned that all of this was caused by a witch who had been left on Earth transforming into a Balrog warrior and participating in the battle against the evil god.

The surviving gods were furious, wishing they could tear them apart and use their souls as lamp wicks to burn for tens of thousands of years. The gods all swore to make this traitor and the savage who had tricked the gods of Kirielod pay the price.

"You mean this?" The witch paused for a moment, then casually remarked, "I'd almost forgotten. That guy actually came looking for you? I thought he was just joking, or that he'd forgotten."

The witch suddenly realized that the evil god had indeed said to remember his race.

At the time, she was terrified, fearing that her people and evil gods would come after her and settle scores. She lived in fear for nearly a thousand years, but as her backer, the priestess, became more and more powerful, the witch stopped caring at all.

The priestess was her patron, and Longbo was the priestess's patron; rounding it up, Longbo was essentially her patron. Thus, the witch lived a carefree life, living it out from ancient times to the present.

Choice is more important than effort; she even felt that reconciling with the priestess was the best decision she ever made.

If we stayed on the side of the Kyrielords, we'd probably risk our lives for a million years and still not be able to live such a carefree life.

"—"

Upon hearing this, the Kirieloid, who was furious to the extreme, actually laughed out of anger, his eyes twitching uncontrollably.

But he quickly regained his composure, coldly staring at the witch, and said in a flat tone, "Forget it. When our newest fusion warriors take over this world, you and that savage will face reckoning."

The witch turned and continued on her way, casually waving her hand. "Okay, whatever you want."

However, the next second, the voice of the Kirieloid came again, "We will transform in front of that statue that embodies ecological balance, destroy the statue, trample him underfoot to humiliate him, and as punishment for him."

"We will go there and declare to the people of this world that we are the gods they should worship!"

""

"What did you say?"

The witch turned stiffly, looking at the Kirieloid with an incredulous expression.

The Kirieloid sneered, spreading his arms wide: "We will desecrate His statue and become the new god!"

Then he saw the witch behave strangely, so strangely that it frightened him.

The witch seemed to have found something amusing; her pale face trembled uncontrollably, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, then the curve widened.

She smiled.

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