Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods

The person in charge frowned, shifting his gaze from Pandora outside the window to the projection in front of him.

It was a constantly changing, dynamic data monitoring report, showing the changes in Pandora's climate and vegetation cover over the past few dozen Earth days.

The report clearly shows that a fire broke out in a certain area of ​​Pandora not long ago, and such a fire should have burned for dozens of days or even half a year.

But the fire was extinguished in just a few days, as if an invisible hand had wiped it all away.

A week later, Pandora's ocean currents underwent severe and unusual changes, resulting in the formation of an extremely powerful storm with a massive wind ring that was clearly visible from space.

The center of the massive wind circle was strangely calm, and it happened to encompass the deserted island, which was quite eerie.

Looking at the projected wind tunnel and deserted island, the person in charge keenly sensed that something was wrong.

The female secretary was also watching all of this, gently tapping the table, zooming in on a certain scene, and her voice rang out at the right time: "According to the images taken by the company's advance detection satellites, there seem to be traces of an enormous creature active on the deserted island at the center of the storm."

"Considering the nature of this strange storm, we cannot rule out the possibility that it was caused by it."

"We all know that Pandora's ecosystem is completely different from Earth's, so perhaps such a creature really exists..."

"You mean this planet has given birth to a living climate weapon?" Upon hearing this, the person in charge turned his head thoughtfully to look out the window at the unusually clear forest and ocean.

The secretary adjusted his glasses again and replied, "That possibility cannot be ruled out."

"I had already reported the relevant information to the company headquarters in accordance with regulations before the gentleman woke up."

After the words were spoken, the atmosphere on the bridge became eerily quiet, with only the faint sounds of equipment running faintly audible.

After a long silence, the person in charge finally snapped out of it and asked, "Is that storm still ongoing?"

"But according to the tests, the storm has begun to dissipate." The secretary nodded, then pulled up the image of Pandora's back at that moment.

A wind circle covering almost a third of the ocean was projected onto the screen, still spinning rapidly with waterspouts, the raging storm seemingly darkening the entire world.

Although the projected data indicated that the storm was dissipating, anyone who saw this scene would hesitate.

The female secretary put down the documents in her hand, looked at the person in charge, and said seriously, "This climate change is clearly abnormal, and we are worried that it will affect the plan to land and establish a colony."

Her meaning was clear: she suggested sending personnel to investigate the situation. Information about the live weather weapon was very important, and once the company received the information, it would definitely issue a relevant arrest order.

The person in charge fell into deep thought, his gaze flickering slightly before finally settling on his secretary. He asked, "Has Colonel Quaritch woken up?"

The secretary demonstrated everything a competent secretary should do, having already memorized all the useful information, and smiled as she answered, "He is already undergoing rehabilitation training, sir."

"Then please invite him over."

"The landing plan will proceed as scheduled. I want to see the colony established within three days and complete all preparations for mining within a week."

"Yes, sir," the secretary replied obediently, then turned and strode gracefully out of the bridge.

...

Three days later, a giant landing craft separated from the immigrant ship, its thrusters descended, and it slowly entered planetary orbit, flying towards the other side.

Inside the landing craft, mercenaries, some in protective suits and others piloting new powered exoskeletons, were fully armed and ready to land.

As the landing craft entered the orbit, it shook violently, and the intense, blinding red light intensified the already disgruntled mercenaries, who couldn't help but complain.

"The higher-ups have really gone mad!"

"They actually sent us to investigate the eye of the storm! What if the storm moves? We're all doomed!"

Nearby, a colleague piloting a powered exoskeleton quickly checked weapons and ammunition, then whistled:

"I suggest you keep the dog tag in your mouth. Otherwise, if you can't distinguish the body, it will only be considered a missing person case, and the company won't give you any compensation. Moreover, the insurance may not cover it either."

Another mercenary, who was fiddling with a dagger, watched with amusement, saying, "If you're so timid, you should go back to your mother's arms and drink your milk, Brian!"

"Can't you say something nice?!" The tall, thin Black man who had spoken earlier became furious upon hearing this.

"Clang... Clang..."

Colonel Quach piloted his mech from the back of the crowd, silencing everyone. He held considerable prestige among the mercenaries.

He picked up the cockpit communicator, the dim red warning light illuminating his angular, distinctly military face: "How much longer until we land?"

A response, tinged with the faint crackling of electricity, echoed throughout the cabin.

"Colonel, in three minutes."

The colonel nodded, preparing to cut off communication. But the next second, a deafening clap of thunder was heard, and the already slightly trembling cabin suddenly shook violently.

The cabin echoed with piercing alarms, and terrified screams came through the communicator.

"Damn it, we've been struck by lightning!"

The landing craft was struck in the engine by lightning, causing a violent explosion. The violent turbulence threw the cabin into chaos, mercenaries were thrown about, some equipment was damaged, and ammunition was scattered all over the floor.

A burst of curses erupted from the cabin.

"I told you not to fly this damn old, third-hand machine! It's about to crash after just one engine blew up!" Brian, the black mercenary, cried out in despair.

The colonel quickly regained his balance and, amidst the chaos, steadied himself in the cabin, attempting to regain control of the situation.

"Fasten your seatbelts and secure yourselves. Two people, secure the ammunition boxes in the cabin!"

The colonel's words had a remarkable effect; many people regained their composure in the face of his prestige and began preparing for a hard landing.

The loudspeakers in the cabin continuously broadcast the current status of the landing craft and its altitude, accompanied by a red light.

7000 meters

5000 meters

"..."

1700 meters

When they were only 500 meters above the ground, a terrified voice blared from the loudspeaker again: "Prepare for impact! We're about to crash into a giant statue!!"

"Statue? What statue?" Upon hearing this, the colonel realized something was wrong and immediately looked up.

The blue-skinned monkeys mentioned in the information have the ability to build large statues?

The idea had barely formed when the landing craft collided violently, sparks flew, and shattered steel debris scattered like fireworks, illuminating the sky.

The devastating impact tore a huge gash in one side of the landing craft, sending sparks flying and sweeping away a large number of mercenaries and supplies, which disappeared into the dark world.

The colonel steadied himself with the powerful suction device, his face grim as he listened to the mournful howls and desperate cries of death beside him.

He watched as the black man named Brian was swept away and crashed into the engine on the other side, where he died.

The remaining fuselage spun upon impact, and the intense discomfort contorted the colonel's face into a grimace.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the gaping maw, the fierce wind and rain pouring through the twisted steel gaps, and the huge statue hidden by the cloak came into view.

No, that's not a statue.

A mountain-like shadow sat silently atop the hill, its cloak billowing in the wind and rain, revealing the visible, rugged bone structure on either side of its slightly drooping head.

The howling wind whipped up the statue's cloak, occasionally revealing its pale bony structure and sharp horns extending backward.

Lightning flashed and collided across the sky, bringing a brief moment of light to the dim world with a deafening roar.

In that instant of light, the colonel glimpsed the outline of the enormous creature in the shadows.

As if sensing something, the enormous shadow slowly turned its gaze toward the spinning, falling landing craft, and two huge, indifferent eyes were reflected in the colonel's eyes.