Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods

Chapter 228 Lesson

The devastated battlefield was now shrouded in a layer of intensely hot, scorching embers from the explosion, which spread across Sakurajima in the midst of a fierce wind.

Shingo Sakami was startled when he saw the mechanical Godzilla fall into the pit again, but he quickly noticed that a layer of light had somehow separated him from the danger, so he stiffly turned his head.

Looking up, in the dim space, a shadow over three meters tall stood quietly behind her. She was wearing a black robe, with long, white hair flowing down her back, and a single, winding horn protruding from one side of her forehead.

A pair of scarlet yet calm eyes were fixed on him, and a gentle whisper sounded.

"Shingo Sakamizu, you shouldn't have died here."

Although the woman's voice was very gentle, Shingo Sakami immediately drew the weapon from his lap, his hand holding the gun lowering slightly in alertness.

Although the person in front of him had saved him, he remained quite vigilant. As a member of the Planetary Defense Force, he needed to be suspicious of everything.

Moreover, the being before them was over three meters tall, with a single horn growing from one side of its forehead. Although it looked like a human, it was clearly not related to humans.

"Who are you?" Shingo Sakamizu did not raise his weapon, but his finger was already on the trigger, trying to make his voice as clear as possible in the dim space.

The person in front of him did not answer immediately, but the flashing indicator light of the mechanical Godzilla behind Shingo Sakami illuminated the space, bringing that familiar face into view in the dim space.

"Wait, you are—Captain Seigo's—"

Shingo recognized her; she was a very famous scholar in the field of human history, and also Shingo's mother, who possessed enormous wealth.

He gently put the gun back, looking at the face that looked much younger than he remembered. Although he was a little puzzled, he didn't pay too much attention to it.

Since Shogo, as the son, is a powerful Ultra Warrior, it is not surprising that his mother possesses some peculiar abilities.

"Thank you for saving me, Professor."

"It's dangerous here, you should leave as soon as possible," Shingo Sakami said, but he himself didn't seem to have any intention of leaving. He looked around for a way to get to the surface.

The priestess shook her head: "I don't need to leave, and I have special reasons to stay here."

Shingo Sakami paused for a moment, "Reason?"

The priestess stepped past him, her gaze fixed on the massive artificial Grim Reaper rising again and heading towards the outside world. She explained, "I came here to witness the destruction of human civilization."

Shingo Sakami's eyes widened, and he froze in place for a moment, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

The next second, the surrounding scenery changed. The dim space transformed into a vast but equally desolate world. Everywhere you looked, the sky was filled with the remnants of high temperatures, and the ground was eroded by powerful energy into a dead land of gray-brown and crimson hues.

Only the enormous laboratory pit beneath his feet told Shingo Sakami that this was Honshu Island.

The artificial Grim Reaper, as imposing as a mountain of steel, activated its thrusters, rising into the air and charging towards the shadowy figures of colossal beasts, equally majestic as mountains, amidst the distant smoke and dust, their roars and howls mingling together.

The scene of this artificial weapon clashing with flesh and blood on the desolate scorched earth shocked Shingo Sawamizu. He felt a profound sense of loneliness, as if humanity had been wiped out and he was all alone.

He could clearly see that the mechanical Godzilla created by humans used its claws and long tail to become a terrifying killing weapon, stirring up a bloodbath among those giant baboons.

Every second, tens of thousands of tons of severed limbs are thrown high into the air, and scarlet blood is carried by the gale, turning large areas of dust red.

Titans and monsters, super-species from the inner world, fought against it, but were suppressed by various powerful weapons.

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At the same time, the priestess's gentle voice rang out again, creating a strong sense of division in this deafening battlefield.

"I have been secretly guiding and protecting humanity for over ten thousand years, and all stages of human development have unfolded under my watchful eye."

Upon hearing this, Shingo Sakami was stunned once again, because there is a scientific theory that at different stages of human history, the shadow of a certain person will appear, with different identities and statuses.

But the progress he brought to humanity, and the timing of his appearance, are strikingly similar.

At this moment, this claim was confirmed: such a person did indeed exist in history, and this person was a professor with an outstanding reputation in the field of history.

No wonder she could always find all sorts of traces buried by disaster and time, and clearly decipher the information left in those ruins, leaving no fault in the eyes of any historian.

All of this is because she herself was a firsthand witness to all of that history, and wanted to tell those who came after her about it in that way.

Thinking of this, Shingo Sakami's expression gradually became strange. He instinctively ignored everything happening outside and connected it to a rumor.

Someone once told him, half-jokingly, that the United Human Government was secretly guided and facilitated by someone.

However, since she has long chosen to help humanity and guide it forward.

So why this time—

Just as a question arose in Shingo Sakami's mind, he saw the professor slightly turn his head, his scarlet eyes revealing an indescribable complexity.

"After entering the 20th century, I realized that humanity was following the path that our predecessors had taken."

"Although ten thousand years have passed, there is not much difference between humans today and humans in the past."

"Internal slaughter, external encroachment and expansion, constant destruction, and enslavement of other species and even their own kind."

"I have seen everything about society today countless times in various civilizations over the past ten thousand years. If there is any change, it is that the scale is much larger."

"At that time, I had not given up on humanity, so I stood among the human race again as a historian."

"I have unearthed a great deal of human history and presented everything that happened in the past, along with my insights and reminders, without reservation."

"Hopefully, this will prevent humanity from repeating the mistakes of our predecessors and allow us to move towards a better future."

"But—none of this worked."

"Humans merely marvel at the prosperity of past civilizations, worship the power of their ancestors, and then step headfirst into the same pits that their ancestors once fell into."

The priestess's eyes held a mixture of reminiscence and helplessness; the past had woven her thoughts into a web of complex emotions. Yet, only one sentence escaped her lips: "The lesson humanity has learned from its history of creation is that humanity has learned nothing."

The same applies to her.

She had witnessed humanity commit many wrongdoings, but she always believed that the next civilization would be better and correct those mistakes.

Seeing humans repeat the same mistakes as their predecessors time and time again, she always deceived herself, thinking they would change next time.

However, the truth is that while she brought humanity many advanced technologies and taught them a great deal of knowledge, she was unable to correct even a single flaw or mistake in humanity over these ten thousand years.

Humanity today is making the same mistakes as its predecessors from ten thousand years ago: enslaving the Titans and attempting to control weapons that are beyond human control.

Shingo Sakami was speechless. He recalled what he had learned in history class and belatedly realized that human ancestors ten thousand years ago had also experienced similar things. He couldn't help but feel bitter: "So, all the things that happened ten thousand years ago, and even in the last ten thousand years, were you covering for humanity?"

"Yes, my blood relatives are among them, and the god you speak of has secretly helped them."

Shingo Sakami remained silent. Historical records, including those of the tribe where the god was supposedly born, and many other sources around the world, all indicate that the god was born as a twin.

After figuring everything out, he completely abandoned the idea of ​​asking the ancient professor for help.

At first, he had some expectations, but after learning that she had also protected humanity in history, just like today, he became timid.

She has done this in every era, but humanity has not stopped in the slightest. This time she has chosen to give up. Do humans still have to shamelessly beg her?

Shingo Sakami felt that, as a human being, he couldn't bear to lose face like this. But—this was unfair to the vast majority of people in the world.

In every era, decisions made by a minority lead to a variety of consequences, but these consequences are borne by the majority of unrelated people.

Shingo Sakami instinctively felt that at least those good people who were full of love and hope for life should not have to suffer such an outcome.

So he mustered his courage and bowed deeply to the priestess, his face flushed with shame at his actions.

"Although it is very inappropriate to do this, and humanity has betrayed your trust, I still hope that you can help humanity one last time."

"I beg you, just let those unrelated, uninformed people who are truly hopeful for life and the future live. Please!"

Upon hearing this, the priestess did not answer immediately. Instead, she turned to look at the side of her body, out of Shingo Sakami's sight, and stared at Ryubo's phantom.

But He seemed oblivious to this, his gaze fixed on the distance, watching King Kong, clad in a heavy exoskeleton and wielding a battle axe, and a young red gibbon with a long whip, leading a group of giant gorillas into the battlefield.

In His view, the priestess was absolutely right; she herself was a complete idiot and had not learned any lessons from history.

Although she seemed heartless due to disappointment, she had definitely made a plan to protect humanity.

But this time, she probably won't accept too many people; perhaps only enough to allow humanity to reproduce again.

The priestess looked at Shingo Sakami again, noticing his face flushed with shame. "That's precisely why I feel you shouldn't die here."

Shingo Sakamizu was once the human form of the invincible Zoffy, and his character was impeccable.

In the world envisioned by the priestess, humanity needs people like Shingo Sakamizu.

However, that world won't be on Earth. After everything that's happened, humanity no longer deserves to stay on Earth.

Mother Earth doesn't have the same tolerance and patience to accept humanity again.

"I hope you can influence the children and convey this sentiment to them."

"Children—" Shingo Sakami seemed to realize something, and looked up with a bitter expression. Only children? But in the end, he nodded.

He had no choice.

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The other side of the battlefield.

Mechagodzilla traversed the massive horde of beasts, its long claws and tail, along with the various weapons on its body, transforming it into a perfect killing machine.

Many colossal beasts from the Earth's core have become its victims, their corpses piled up like mountains, and their blood flowing in crimson rivers along the cracks and ravines.

Looking up, one could see that the entire Honshu Island was already echoing with cries of despair shortly after the start of the war, as the island was rapidly sinking.

The ferocious breath of the monsters and titans has spread throughout Sakurajima, tearing open terrible wounds and causing countless deaths and injuries.

More energy is being absorbed by the sea and sky, but given the intensity of the war, it's only a matter of time before it spreads to other areas.

Godzilla stands before a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, with fallen bodies behind him and a massive, wounded shadow in front of him.

On Mechagodzilla, the missiles from the Missile Super Beast had completely missed their target, killing several monsters and Titans, as well as a large number of subterranean behemoths, achieving remarkable results.

However, its danger has not diminished in the slightest, because it still possesses a considerable number of zero-gravity bullets, the terrifying weapons that killed Zetton.

Thanks to its exceptionally efficient combat procedures, it did not even need to use the proton shriek or the Specium amplifier, and its combat power remained intact.

However, almost all of the giant beasts that were Mechagodzilla's opponents were covered in wounds. Kong's exoskeleton was torn apart, leaving only his gauntlets and battle axe. The young red gibbon was pierced through the chest by Mechagodzilla's long tail, resulting in serious injury.

Longbo watched this scene clearly and suddenly realized that this young gibbon seemed to be the one that had escaped from his grasp ten thousand years ago.

Unlike that arrogant and brutal gibbon, it actually gained the recognition of the giant chimpanzee and became a true king.

But when faced with Mechagodzilla, even with its best efforts, it had no effect whatsoever.

It has neither the breath attack of other Titans nor the help of humans. Although it is strong and intelligent, it has few options when facing powerful enemies.

Mechagodzilla surveyed the surrounding behemoths, its crimson mechanical eyes swirling, instantly locking onto all the behemoths except for Lidor. The zero-gravity missile's chamber opened, ready to unleash its power.

Just moments before launch, a deep blue breath tore the earth apart, instantly engulfing Mechagodzilla and tearing through the atmosphere with billions of tons of dust, disappearing into the dark void.

Seconds later, the moon, high in the sky, exploded in a burst of fiery light, turning into dust that drifted through the cosmos.

Once the light from the charged particle cannon that pierced through tens of thousands of kilometers of the Earth's crust and the entire moon faded, tendrils tore through the earth and pushed Godzilla's massive body toward the surface world.

The giant beasts, covered in wounds, roared as if bowing to the arrival of a king.