Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods

Ultraman is dead, perishing together with the enemy. This is the conclusion that Longbo reached after exploring the outskirts of this deadly place for half a month.

There is no "light" that can be described as warm, nor any trace of human activity.

Moreover, given Ultraman's concept of everyone being a saint, he would absolutely not leave this dead land that is eroding the Earth unattended.

Longbo glanced at the hellish scene nearby and ultimately did not venture deeper into the area.

He turned and left, continuing on his journey.

Longbo continued his journey, preparing to seek out powerful beasts for a passionate duel, but he had to stop after more than a month due to an unusual event.

He saw the giant white horse with eight legs again, still in that dying state, with several broken legs and covered in blood, howling in agony.

At first, Longbo was simply marveling at the incredible resilience of the super-species in the inner Earth, who had survived for dozens of days despite their wailing.

Scattered carrion and wild wart dogs lurked nearby, seemingly waiting to feast on it after it died.

But later, Longbo noticed something was wrong.

This place is at least a thousand kilometers away from where we last encountered this behemoth. How did this super species, which was barely clinging to life, get here?

Longbo stopped and gazed at the white behemoth in the distance, his four eyes zooming in to examine everything about it in detail.

The eight-legged horse remained unchanged, its heartbeat slowly decreasing, its life force flickering like a candle flame in the wind, its body covered in blood, and several of its legs twisted irregularly.

Upon closer inspection, Longbo finally discovered something amiss: the life magnetic field of this eight-legged beast was exactly the same as the one he had seen before.

But strangely, some of its broken legs this time were different from the last time. Its white fur was glossy and smooth, and its body was plump and strong, not at all like a creature that had been dying for dozens of days.

A gentle breeze swept over it, carrying the thick scent of blood to the surrounding area, making the surrounding beasts restless, baring their teeth and glaring at their rivals.

But Longbo fell silent after smelling the blood, which was different from the blood he had smelled before.

As for the blood on its body, its source is completely different from the previous one. Last time, the scent was unfamiliar to Longbo, but this time the scent is not unfamiliar to Longbo.

It's a war bat.

When Longbo looked again at the still slightly bulging belly of the eight-legged horse, he had a vague answer in his mind.

The vague sense of unease I had last time was explained.

No wonder he looked like he was about to die last time, and when he met that group of mammoths, he trembled with fear while also giving them that ambiguous look.

He strode forward, step by step, toward the eight-legged horse lying in a pool of blood on the ground.

This scene was clearly visible to the giant beasts surrounding them. They first looked up and stared, and when they realized what was happening, they all prepared to take action.

As they stretch out their wings or limbs, preparing to join the fight, the shadows silently approach, enveloping them from behind.

In their eyes, the enormous prey vanished without warning. Then, a foul stench swept in from behind, a heavy pressure bearing down on them, sharp fangs piercing their throats, excruciating pain rising within them, but they could do nothing, ultimately dying from suffocation and bleeding.

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Inside the Rainbow Realm, Longbo approached the eight-legged horse step by step, dust billowing up, the congealed green blood trembling like jelly amidst the tremors.

The false sunlight shone behind him, casting an extremely long shadow that enveloped the eight-legged horse, which seemed to be dying, yet remained in a dying posture.

Seeing this, Longbo seemed to be deep in thought. With a muffled roar, he half-squatted down and extended his large hand towards the eight-legged horse.

This movement caused the eight-legged horse to freeze, instantly opening its slightly narrowed eyes. Its long, narrow pupils flickered, reflecting a mountain-like shadow, and it trembled violently.

Although it remained motionless, its body was trembling uncontrollably, and the fur on its body stood on end.

It felt that its hunt had gone wrong.

It had seen something similar to what was behind it before—a white behemoth even larger than itself, carrying dazzling crystals on its back.

When the sharp claws touched the eight-legged horse's body, it couldn't help but tremble. It could no longer pretend to be dead, so it raised its head from the ground, twisted its neck, and bit the Titan's head.

"Click..."

As the crisp sound rang out, the excruciating pain startled the eight-legged horse. Its vertical pupils shifted, capturing several broken fangs flying through the air.

Its formidable bite force had no effect on the Titan; its metallic bone armor, with its astonishing defensive capabilities, shattered its fangs.

It sensed danger once again, and quickly loosened its head and struggled to stand up. The broken and twisted hoof was put back in place under the pull of the muscles, and it galloped away in a flash.

As the distance increased, the eight-legged horse felt a sense of relief. Fortunately, Titans were generally not very fast, otherwise it would probably have perished here.

But soon, the shattered earth made it gasp again, as canyon-like cracks spread out, filled with water, and many remaining rock layers were embedded in this swampy land like floating islands.

Its intelligence was enough for it to realize that something was wrong with its environment, but at this moment there was nothing else it could do.

The terrible environment terrified the eight-legged horse, rendering all its advantages useless. However, given the danger behind it, it still gritted its teeth and cautiously leaped and ran wildly.

Behind it, Longbo looked at the eight hooves under the eight-legged horse and realized that its broken legs were a disguise; it seemed to have the ability to shift its bones.

Coupled with its ability to feign death, which even Longbo didn't immediately notice, this might be its way of surviving in the Earth's core.

Judging from its broken fangs, this creature is carnivorous. Considering the two different sources of blood on its body, it is most likely the blood of the victims.

It relies on feigning death to lure its prey, and when the prey relaxes its guard and approaches, it has time to feast.

There's a saying, isn't there?

A skilled hunter always appears as the prey.

This statement is perfectly applicable to this eight-legged horse; the reason it overturned was not due to the horse itself.

Its only mistake was that when it was playing dead, its twisted legs were different from the last time.

But this is not a big deal. As long as it doesn't encounter prey with high intelligence, such as giant gorillas, there will be no problem at all.

"No wonder it looked at the mammoth with such longing in its eyes even when it was dying."

Longbo was moved by the Rainbow Magic Realm and began to try to make saddles and reins using materials from various giant beasts.

The eight-legged horse, with its strong physique, was clearly suited for carrying heavy loads on long journeys. It happened to appear on Longbo's route, and he encountered it several times.

And Longbo just happened to not want to walk anymore; what a coincidence!