Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods

Chapter 200 Settlement, The End of the War in Heaven

In a corner of the city streets, Jugglus Juggler, who arrived due to strange spatial fluctuations, maintained his demon form, his body seemingly clad in heavy armor, with sharp horns protruding from his head and a crescent moon mark on his chest.

At this moment, Jugglus Juggler held the Serpent Heart Sword to the neck of the alien Mefilas before him. Beneath Mefilas's gentlemanly appearance, his slender and strange features were clearly displayed in Jugglus Juggler's eyes.

Jugglus Juggler clearly sensed that the Mefilas aliens before him were quite different from any he had ever seen before, giving him a faint sense of danger.

Not only that, Jugglus glanced at the little girl being held by Mefilas's hand, and thought to himself, this little girl is indeed human, but her body is several times stronger than other humans.

The little girl's bloodshot eyes stared intently at him, revealing an expression that seemed to want to devour him.

What exactly is going on?

Jugglus grew increasingly suspicious. Although Mefilas was with a child, he didn't quite believe Mefilas's nonsense about having a child.

But Jugglus could also sense that the Mefilas aliens before him seemed different from those aliens who came chasing after legends. Even when held by his weapons, they showed no intention of resisting.

"That's a really good joke."

Jugglus Juggler looked at the little girl meaningfully. "You wouldn't happen to be here on Earth to lure children and then traffic them to other planets, would you?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the silver-haired girl pulled Mefilas back a few steps. She understood what she meant and showed through her actions that she had not been trafficked.

"Of course not." Even with a knife to his throat, Mefilas maintained a gentlemanly smile. "I have been sent by God to come here to take care of some unfortunate children."

Jugglus sneered at this, but remained wary, his icy voice rang out: "Oh? A god? Which god, tell me then?"

In response, Mefilas smiled and conjured a ball of chaotic energy from his palm, pointing it towards the western direction of the island nation as if amused, "This god."

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As Jugglus sensed this chaotic energy, his expression changed from cold to bewildered. He felt something he had always kept resonating with him.

Seeing this, Jugglus Juggler lowered his guard and dropped his weapon. As someone who had been in close contact with this power, he naturally knew that not just anyone could wield it.

Humans who can wield this energy so smoothly are either possessed by an entity from another dimension or chosen by a god and blessed with good fortune.

Opposite him, Mefilas laughed again as he watched Jugglus's sudden change of behavior.

He also sensed that something on the demon in front of him resonated faintly with the extradimensional energy he had just obtained.

In an instant, everything became clear in Mefilas's mind. So they were from the same industry; no wonder they were intercepted so quickly.

As Mefilas pondered this, he pointed behind the demon and said meaningfully, "People are coming from behind. Should we stay here any longer?"

Jugglus turned his head and saw spotlights rising behind him. The familiar life force followed, which immediately made him feel troubled. So he decided to temporarily abandon his intention to continue entangled here.

"You'd better not cause trouble on this earth, Mefilas." After saying this, Jugglus Juggler turned and left, disappearing without a trace.

Mefilas watched his retreating figure and chuckled, "Of course, I would have done it even without your reminder. I would never disobey God's command."

Mefilas remained where he was, waiting for the local defense agencies to arrive, showing no intention of leaving.

On the one hand, he was confident enough to protect the child; on the other hand, his next steps would also require the cooperation of the planet's authorities.

After all, a sound and harmonious society is essential for these children to grow up healthy and safe.

However—Mefilas's eyes gradually became meaningful. He had a premonition that he would soon see this demon who amused him again.

Minutes later, a group of young men in uniforms surrounded the two men with weapons, and support personnel quickly arrived with various instruments to conduct an inspection.

Facing this group of men and women who were just as young as her colleagues, Mefilas smiled kindly and raised her hand cooperatively.

"My name is Mephilas. I have come here at the command of God to settle some unfortunate children."

Seemingly to verify his claim, Mefilas manifested that energy once more, causing the planet's own consciousness to resonate, making the entire planet radiate a dazzling light, and the statues of gods scattered throughout the world to flash in sync with it.

The men and women surrounding the two exchanged bewildered glances, sensing the warmth and inexplicable respect emanating from them.

The person who called himself Mefilas was not lying.

Then, the young man named Natsukawa Haruki was the first to lay down his weapon; he seemed more certain of the truth than the others. Seeing this, the others followed suit.

Mefilas gave the young man a meaningful look, noticing that the weapon the young man was using felt similar to Shinji Kagura's situation.

In other words, he is also an Ultraman.

It's strange, why do Ultraman all aspire to stay in these special agencies' monster-dealing teams?

Finally, a woman named Yoko Nakajima stepped forward and said, "We are members of the armory. According to orders, you need to come with us."

Mefilas naturally did not refuse, which was exactly the effect he wanted to achieve.

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An hour later, in the armory office, Mefilas and the girl sat on their favorite soft sofa, enjoying red tea and pastries while patiently answering many questions from the armory staff.

Although the unusual movements on Earth and even around the statue proved his identity, for high-ranking officials in the Earth government, necessary investigation and questioning were unavoidable.

Mefilas naturally understood this as well, and answered some simple questions in detail, then took the opportunity to suggest that he needed financial and personnel assistance from the Earth government.

In addition, Mefilas implied that this was a command from the gods themselves, and that if things were done well, there might be unexpected results.

This answer caused the Earth government, which was monitoring the area in real time, to fall into deep thought. After the routine questioning, a meeting was immediately convened.

After the questioning personnel left, a tall man with neatly combed hair walked in, wearing the same uniform as the armory staff.

His ordinary face showed just the right amount of confusion, and his eyes looked sleepy and hazy, as if he had just woken up.

The moment Mefilas saw him, she smiled again and cast a meaningful glance at the man.

Mefilas had a premonition that he would soon see this demon again, but he never expected that his premonition would be so accurate. Only a few hours later, he actually saw the demon again.

This strange gaze caused Jugglus Juggler, using the alias Hebikura Shota, to have a slightly eerie look in his eyes, his lips twitching slightly: "This guy, he just stands there without even trying to hide, what is he thinking?"

He Jugglus stepped forward, flashing a warm smile, and extended his hand to Mefilas: "Hello, Mr. Mefilas, I am Shota Hebikura, the captain of the Earth Defense Force's Special Airborne Mech Unit."

Upon hearing this, Mefilas raised an eyebrow, revealing a genuine look of surprise. Then, he extended his dragon hand and shook hands with the man who called himself Hebikura Shota.

"Nice to meet you, I am Mefilas."

Mefilas never expected that this demon in front of him would also be a captain in the Earth's defense forces.

This made Mefilas think that perhaps he and Mefilas could still find some common ground.

"The captain of the defense force?" Mefilas asked with a smile. "Speaking of which, I was once the captain of a special team in the defense force of a country in another universe."

"perhaps,"

"We might even have something in common."

"Is that so?" Jugglus Juggler feigned surprise, though inwardly he thought the guy was talking nonsense, but still gave an approving reply: "In that case, we'll have to have a good chat from now on."

The conversation between the two gave the others in the armory a strange feeling, but given what had just happened, they didn't dwell on it any longer.

The silver-haired girl was surrounded by two Armory Girls, accepting the food offered by the two girls whose eyes were full of kawaii, but she glanced at Jugglus Juggler with some suspicion.

She could sense that the captain of this armory was not human, but the demon who had just held a knife to Mefilas's neck.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Jugglus Juggler and Mefilas sat down. Although both of them harbored ulterior motives, the necessary conversation still had to take place.

Jugglus Juggler looked at Mefilas and the girl, feigning thought: "Mr. Mefilas said he wants to live on this Earth with the child?"

"In that case, we'll prepare a suitable villa for you near the armory. It's not far from the city center, and with the armory's protection, it's definitely the safest place in the island nation."

"If needed, even one set per person is fine; we will certainly not mistreat God's messengers."

As he spoke, he placed a picture that he had prepared beforehand in front of Mefilas.

As his voice fell, the two armory girls' eyes lit up, and they silently gave their captain a thumbs up.

If that's the case, they can see this adorable little girl anytime.

Behind them, Natsukawa Haruki leaned against the wall, looking at Mefilas with a thoughtful expression. The young warrior, who was of one mind with him, was silently observing Mefilas through his perspective.

"Is this still a Mefilas alien? Why does it look so thin?"

Mefilas subtly put down his teacup and gave Jugglus an awkward but polite smile in response to Jugglus's reply.

This smile gave Jugglus a bad feeling, and sure enough, the next second, Mefilas's reply rang out, making his vision go black.

"Villas? They are indeed comfortable residences, but one is too few. I might need 20,000 villas like these."

The words fell, and the air almost froze. You could hear a pin drop. Everyone stopped what they were doing, dumbfounded.

"How much—how much?"

Jugglus's expression completely collapsed; he simply couldn't believe what he had just heard.

The others in the armory were equally shocked. The two women were so stunned that they didn't even notice when they dropped their snacks, staring at Mefilas in disbelief.

What does 20,000 villas mean?

Well, they couldn't figure it out in a short time, but the sheer number still shocked them.

In response, Mefilas looked apologetic, then suddenly realized, "It's all my fault for not being clear. I forgot to mention that I have tens of thousands of children to take care of here, and the required accommodation is quite extensive."

"I originally just wanted a large enough plot of land and would handle the rest myself, but since the Armory is being so generous as to give us villas, I thought I shouldn't refuse humanity's kindness—"

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After a long while, Jugglus gradually came to his senses, staring blankly at the picture on the table. He felt a pang of regret, wondering if it was too late to get it back.

Seeing this, Mefilas stopped trying to amuse himself with Hebikura Shota and said with a smile, "Just kidding."

"You're kidding—" Jugglus breathed a sigh of relief, feeling saved. "I'll have someone prepare rooms for both of you right away—"

Before he could finish speaking, Mefilas's voice rang out again, continuing, "Just grant me the land."

Jugglus was stunned again, his face turning pale and then red, and he didn't know what to say for a moment. The others in the armory were the same.

There really are tens of thousands of children?

This is the sentiment of everyone at this moment.

Several days later, in the wasteland not far from the armory, Mefilas, under the watchful eyes of others, tossed a plant seed into the open space in front of him.

"seed?"

The others in the armory were bewildered, but what happened next sent chills down their spines, leaving them almost frozen in place.

Seedlings broke through the ground and grew at a visible speed, almost instantly transforming into a lush forest. The plants twisted and turned, growing into the shape of a wooden house.

In just a short time, a wasteland was transformed into a dreamlike garden with complete infrastructure and even many wide roads.

Looking up, a huge garden seemed to appear out of thin air, connecting the armory and the distant city.

This astonishing scene silenced many of the people behind the satellites that were constantly monitoring the area.

As Jugglus watched this scene, he felt a chill run down his spine. The sheer amount of life force and danger he was experiencing almost made him want to revert to his original form.

He glanced at the ground beneath his feet and could clearly see the dense array that was invisible to ordinary people, giving him a preliminary understanding of the safety of this place.

According to Jugglus Juggler's initial assessment, even if the Earth were to explode, this garden would be perfectly preserved and would not be affected in the slightest.

At this moment, Jugglus breathed a sigh of relief and finally believed that the Mefilas alien in front of him had received the blessing of that god.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Mefilas took out a ball of light from her chest, from which wisps of light emanated, eventually transforming into a series of young girls.

They came from various ethnic groups and were of different ages, ranging from infants to twelve-year-old children. Although they had no external injuries, they all appeared extremely thin and their clothes were tattered, clearly indicating that they had been homeless for a long time, resulting in widespread malnutrition.

The first thing people notice about them is their incredibly young appearance.

Then they noticed that the children's eyes were generally red, reflecting the sunlight like pairs of crystal-clear red gems.

"This is--"

As he looked at the children, Jugglus no longer cared about anything else. As a wanderer who had traveled to many stars, he could immediately see the unspeakable pain in their eyes.

Although they were very young, they were quite independent, coupled with their obvious malnutrition—

Jugglus Juggler had only seen such children in regions plagued by constant war, where most adults had died.

But at this moment, tens of thousands of children, seemingly rescued from war-torn regions, were gathered in front of him.

Not only that, they became wary the moment they saw the adults, revealing a hint of fear and unease. Jugglus couldn't even imagine what they had been through.

Mefilas looked at the children, silently creating numerous clones of himself, each with a gentlemanly smile, and came to their side, leading them into the depths of the garden to settle them in.

These children are still quite wary of adults, but Mefilas and a few others are not in this category; they all know Mefilas's identity.

Today, it will likely take a long time for these children to recover from their psychological trauma through socialization training.

It wasn't until the Cursed Children were taken away by Mefilas's clone that Jugglus came to his senses, stepped forward, and asked Mefilas about their origins.

Why are these children so wary of adults?

Mefilas looked grave and said, "Because all their suffering is caused by adults."

Mefilas told Jugglus everything.

From the origin of viruses to the disasters they have brought to humanity.

This is how humans treat children who are unlikely to live to be three years old because of the virus.

The information about the horrific abuse and the fact that the animals were treated worse than cats and dogs left Jugglus speechless.

The other armory members were filled with disbelief; they could hardly believe that humans could do such a thing.

"Where are their parents? As parents, they should love their children very much, right?"

To this, Mefilas gave a cold, expressionless answer: "The parents were the first to abuse these children, and they are the ones who hurt them the most."

This answer silenced everyone, even the young Ultra Warriors who were of one mind with Haruki Natsukawa fell into a long silence.

Those predecessors who had come to Earth never told the people of the Land of Light about these things.

Mefilas took in all the expressions on the faces of the people here and nodded to himself.

At least they have basic compassion. If these children are integrated into the society here, they may soon be able to emerge from the shadows and live normal lives.

But if we really can't return to normal life, then we'll have no choice but to take them back to the garden in another dimension.

However, that might make them increasingly isolated and assimilated by the intelligent races there.

Beside Mefilas, Jugglus turned his gaze away from the children and looked at Mefilas thoughtfully, muttering to himself.

"This guy does indeed have something that sets him apart from other Mefilas aliens—"

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A garden in another dimension.

The priestess gently stroked the cheek of the newborn child, her eyes overflowing with maternal love.

But within the telepathic connection, she uttered extremely terrifying words to Longbo: "You shouldn't have entrusted those scumbags to these children. They're so young; how cruel could they possibly be?"

"So what?" Longbo asked, puzzled.

The priestess tried to maintain a gentle smile, but her inner world surged with crimson waves as her emotions rose. "You should blow up that planet too, and take their souls to another dimension."

"If you hand them over to me, I have over ten thousand ways to make these scumbags repent from the bottom of their hearts."

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The priestess, unlike her usual gentle and dignified self, spoke as if she were the evil priestess of some wicked god, even though she was indeed the priestess of the wicked god Longbo.

As priestesses who have lived from more than 10,000 years ago to the present day, priestesses mostly play the role of priests and are very familiar with the basic procedures of various ancient bloody sacrifices.

Although she personally abolished human sacrifice and human sacrifice in various civilizations, she wouldn't mind letting those scumbags experience it temporarily if they fell into her hands.

Longbo, who was simultaneously sensing the priestess's thoughts, felt somewhat strange. It was the first time he had ever seen a priestess harbor such strong murderous intent towards humans.

In Longbo's memory, the priestess was also a lover king no less than Seven, and the development of the entire human civilization was directly or indirectly guided by her.

"They don't deserve to be called human. Even most beasts wouldn't normally harm their own offspring like this." Upon hearing this, the priestess casually stripped them of their human status. "They are nothing but monsters without any moral compass."

"You make a good point."

Ultimately, Longbo approved of the priestess's idea.

Most of the humans there are indeed monsters.

After clearing a safe area in the garden, the priestess settled the children there and left behind her spiritual avatar.

Having done all this, she turned and disappeared into the other dimension, preparing to summon the witch Kirieloid and bring her some necessary items.

In the blink of an eye, Longbo was once again left alone in this vast garden, still carrying out the cleansing of that universe.

After this period of cleansing, the universe has approached its purest form. Once the cleansing is complete, Longbo will throw it back into the void where the cosmic bubble exists.

According to Longbo's prediction, the remaining cleanup work will be completed in just a few Earth days.

During this free time, Longbo also observed the several universes within his field of vision in the garden, looking for things that he found interesting.

Longbo could clearly see that in that distant universe, after the warriors of the Land of Light gained more combat power, they quickly cleaned up that polluted universe.

Hundreds of thousands of Ultra Warriors, along with the powerful Belial, Zoffy, and Gorean, swept through galaxies like a tidal wave.

Only Longbo knew their purpose. If it were any other alien or evil god who didn't know the Ultra Warriors, they might have thought that a powerful cosmic civilization was embarking on their path of conquest.

Although their purposes differ, what they are doing at this moment is not so different.

The conquerors waged wars of this scale for nothing but slaughter and domination, while Ultraman did so to erase the hidden darkness in the universe and prevent the birth of another evil god.

Longbo could see that during this process, a young warrior named Zero, wearing training armor that restricted his movements, landed on a planet and launched an attack on monsters corrupted by dark power.

Even though he is still young and has limitations in many aspects, after Belial's relentless training, he has shown strength and speed that surpasses many Ultra Warriors, defeating many monsters like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, causing them to disappear in the flames.

The three siblings, who received power from the Star Torch, are now engaged in a battle on a planet.

The three worked together seamlessly, and although they weren't as fast or efficient at killing monsters as Zero, they were still proceeding in an orderly manner.

Besides them, warriors such as Geed, Belial, and Gorean were also quickly clearing the area.

Doctors from the Silver Cross Army formed groups and were scattered throughout the universe to provide medical assistance to wounded warriors.

Although the efficiency of the many warriors of the Land of Light was not slow compared to that of Longbo at this moment, it could even be said to be astonishingly fast, and this was the result achieved even when they only deployed less than half of their combat strength.

It is quite astonishing. If you include the remaining large part of the Space Garrison's combat power and the more than 10 billion reserve combat power, it is beyond the imagination of many aliens.

It's hard to imagine whether those extraterrestrials in the universe are out of their minds or completely brainless, to choose to provoke such a behemoth.

After observing for a short while, Longbo turned his gaze back to his own universe.

When Longbo's self-blessing fell upon the warriors who had received his blessing, it also took in their current situation.

Barreru and his squad are still outside the galaxy, battling behemoths of unimaginable size.

Zamsha continues his tireless journey of challenging swordsmen. The universe is so vast that even after ten thousand years, there are still many swordsmen he has never faced.

Zuo Qianhu honed his skills in the universe but ultimately couldn't adapt to the environment and returned to Earth. Not long ago, he asked Longbo to grant him the ability to travel to various parallel universes, making the same choice as Jingtian Jinglong.

In response, Lunebo made him a cross-world henchman on Titan Earth, sharing some of the work with Godzilla, and he has now been honorably employed.

Others, having long since lost their will to fight over the millennia, chose to return to their own planets to live out their days and await death, their souls to be guided by the gods to the garden known as Paradise.

When Longbo's self-light crossed the sea of ​​stars and landed in the dark nebula, the battle here came to a complete end.

After more than ten thousand years of continuous fighting, countless fungal monsters, led by two exceptionally powerful individuals, finally defeated the remnants of the Empera aliens who remained in the Dark Nebula.

Longbo watched as the first two fungal monsters led their minions through the last line of defense of the Peerless Iron God, dismantling a large number of mass-produced Peerless Iron Gods into scrap metal and destroying the last production line of the Peerless Iron Gods.

A powerful fungal monster landed on the last terraformed planet in the Dark Nebula and killed the aliens who had been fighting there under the name of the Aliens Empera.

Longbo felt that these aliens had been able to fight here for ten thousand years under the name of the Empera aliens, which was enough to be called loyalty.

Even the Four Heavenly Kings under Emperor Alien might not be this loyal.

Lonbo sometimes wondered what the Aliens of Empera would think if they knew that ten thousand years after his death, someone would still be holding his lair and using his name to continue resisting this battle in the Dark Nebula that had no end in sight.

During this war that lasted for ten thousand years, the mass-produced Iron Gods and fungal monsters, along with their corpses, nearly filled the entire Dark Nebula.

In the vast galaxy of the Dark Nebula, numerous rocky planets were dismantled by the remnants of the Empera aliens and fed into the production line of the Iron God, thus creating enough manpower to resist the countless fungal monsters.

This action, along with the frequent clashes between the battle moon and the terraformed planet, directly resulted in the existence of a huge "vacuum" zone within the entire Dark Nebula.

The numerous production lines left intact by the Aliens of Empera in the Dark Nebula should have been continuously generating combat power.

Unfortunately, Emperor himself was killed by Lungbo not long after leaving the Dark Nebula, and his most elite subordinates were also wiped out by the Land of Light and the King of Ultra.

The few remaining subordinates in the Dark Nebula obtained the complete production line and used it to create a large amount of combat power.

These forces should have made all forces in the universe tremble, but they were blocked in the Dark Nebula by a group of fungal monsters that grew in number with each kill and whose technology became more and more advanced with each battle, and they struggled to hold on for tens of thousands of years.

With the destruction of yet another mass-produced version of the Musou Iron God, the civilization that constantly observes this dark nebula knows that the last echo of the War of Heaven no longer reverberates in the universe.

The war in heaven, spanning ten thousand years, has finally come to a complete end, and all its records have become a cold text in the long history of the universe.

Even Longbo, the mastermind behind the destruction of the Dark Nebula, couldn't help but feel a little emotional upon seeing this scene. "They fought for ten thousand years. That's a long time indeed."

Just as Longbo was feeling sentimental, he felt that part of his dispersed power was being touched.

"This is—it seems to be a portion of the power from Goldras and the others, and not just from them—"

Immediately afterwards, Longbo received a message from the Wartdog that had traveled across many universes.

They have found one of the scattered members of the Lombre Clan, who is now on Earth, but has just encountered a monster invasion and is in big trouble.

Even when several Wartdogs joined forces with the Giants and Ultra Warriors, they were no match for them. Now, even the arrival of Goldras and Silvergon, who were called upon to join the battle, could not change the course of the war.

Information about the monster followed.

"Colorful - dragon head and human body - wings on its back - long tail - extremely powerful -" Longbo took in all this information and finally came to a conclusion.

"Cosmic White Blood Cell - Lugset".

One of the monsters I saw in the Time-Space Realm not long ago; it was battling a golden humanoid monster.

"So, you were defeated in the battle with the Rainbow Dragon and forced to flee to another timeline?" Longbo recalled his first encounter with the Gold and Silver Dragons ten thousand years ago, pondered for a moment, and finally made a decision.

[Call on behalf of the number]