Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods

The dull rumble continued to explode, the violent vibrations shook the cliffs, and dust continued to fall.

The thick, cloud-covering dust obscured everything, with only the constantly breaking stone peaks and the occasional boulders emerging from the dust telling the story of the intensity of the battle.

"Whoosh..."

The shattered bone weapon handle flew out of the dust with a painful roar, crashing into the collapsed pile of rubble and waking the unconscious, slender, young giant ape.

It opened its eyes, coughed up blood, and struggled to push away the boulders and severed limbs that were pressing down on it, staggering to its feet on the mountain peak made up of boulders and corpses.

The wound inflicted by the boulder was still bleeding, and the intense pain made it grimace. It turned its head to look around, but its blood-stained eyes did not see any standing giant ape, only the echoing roar reverberating throughout the canyon.

The shattered remains of the earth flew out of the smoke and dust, brushed past the young giant ape, and crashed into the campfire behind it, causing it to collapse.

The loud commotion made it turn its head to look in the direction from which the wreckage had flown, but it froze in place the next second.

The flames expanded and rose, the grease from the broken limbs in the campfire sizzled, the exploding flames left red trails, and wisps of embers flew towards the plateau like brilliant starlight.

The expanding flames completely illuminated the cliffs at the end of the canyon, the flames almost touching the red fur of the young giant ape, and revealing the battle raging amidst the smoke and dust.

Orange-red flames clung obliquely to the cliff face, the leaping flames transforming the distorted outlines in the smoke and dust into a blurry shadow thousands of meters long projected onto the steep cliff.

The battle between the Titans and the elite of the subterranean super-species is displayed on the cliff face in the form of light and shadow, with giant axes cleaving through bone armor, splashing brilliant fire, and then shattering again.

As fragments flew, the bone blade, encased in thick bone armor, suddenly tore open the giant ape's chest, and blood gushed out, like a foul-smelling rain falling in the dust.

Titan did not seem to use the weapon that the giant ape longed for. Instead, he used his most primitive weapon, with an absolute advantage, to leave wounds on the giant ape.

Two beams of light, obscuring the sky and the sun, clashed and struggled wildly within the cliff face. Every swing of the weapon and the bone blade triggered a mournful howl, and every roar caused ripples in the air, violently distorting the light and shadow.

The firelight flickered, and the interplay of light and shadow became increasingly distorted, sometimes transforming into a battleground of mountains, and sometimes into a raging storm.

The deathly stillness of the light and shadow, combined with the terrifying roar amidst the smoke and dust, creates an eerie and absurd sense of separation, making this struggle appear even more cruel and savage, transcending the very act of survival.

"..."

A particularly violent impact struck, causing the ground to tremble and sparks to fly everywhere from the campfire.

Two mountain-like beams of light collided with a final, deafening crash on the cliff face. The slender, gaunt beams of light, like powerless puppets, had their arms violently torn apart. The beams of light, gushing blood, resembled a waterfall, and a stench of blood spread with the shockwave.

The slender, distorted light and shadow fell limply, slowly tilting, only to be grabbed by the neck by the mountain light and shadow with two horns on its head and lifted high in the next second.

A long, slender arm covered in red fur flew out of the smoke and dust, spinning and spraying blood in mid-air before crashing heavily into the young giant ape.

Blood splattered on its face, almost stopping its already frantically beating heart and causing its pupils to contract violently.

The next second, the long howls of warty dogs came from behind, completely shattering the young giant ape's mental defenses. It turned and fled towards the outside world without looking back.

Amidst the thick, oppressive smoke and dust, the humanoid Titan lifted the overconfident red-haired gibbon high, letting its blood gush forth.

A heavy warhammer lay casually in a small pit, while a spear that gleamed brightly was embedded in the cliff face.

"Don't underestimate me, old man..."

Longbo gripped the head of the red-haired gibbon, his hand tightening continuously, blood constantly seeping from his palm.

The king who ruled the two giant ape tribes in the inner world was now covered in wounds. His chest was torn open, and the writhing muscles and beating heart were faintly visible.

One of its arms was torn off, and the other was twisted. Its body was soaked in blood. It was raised high, and then fell limply, with blood dripping down to form a pool of blood beneath it.

Despite its severe injuries, it was not completely dead. Only its eyes, stained with blood, allowed it to see the Titan's blurry figure through Lombard's tightening fingers.

The severe pain, blood loss, and difficulty breathing are stripping its life force from its body, and even the blood in its throat is trying to drown it.

It could not make a sound and could only watch helplessly as the Titan killed it.

Its dream of conquering the earth has been shattered, and the bloodline of the gibbon race has been severed because of it.

It all stemmed from its desire for the weapon in the hand of the Titan before it. It had seen another race of giant apes use the backs of Titans to make weapons and fight against those Titans who were like gods.

They succeeded; their weapons, made sharper by harnessing the Titans' breath, killed more than one of their godlike Titan brethren and created even more weapons.

But they failed; not a single member of their tribe survived. They also tried to find any remaining weapons, but ultimately found nothing.

Not long ago, it heard from its subordinates about a newly formed Titan wielding a weapon that also emitted a blue light, and so it began to plot against it.

However, it chose the wrong target; it faced an even more terrifying existence, and even all the force applied was insufficient to cause it any effective damage.

The scene before my eyes blurred, and the whispers of the Titans in my ears became indistinct.

"Where is your whip?"

"You dare to try and steal from me without even having the ability to control the Snow Demon?" Longbo remarked with some emotion, surprised by Scarface King's astonishing courage.

Perhaps it never expected that a minor Titan could be so powerful?

Longbo wasn't quite sure who gave it the courage, but that didn't stop him from killing it mercilessly.

With a burst of force, his hand, encased in bone armor, instantly transformed into an inescapable hydraulic press, crushing Scarface King's skull. Blood splattered everywhere, and his body slumped to the ground.

As the battle drew to a close and the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, the shattered battlefield came into view once more, with the victorious wartdogs strangling the remaining black giant apes.

After licking their wounds, they gathered around their dead companions, emitting soft moans.

The battle resulted in numerous casualties among them. Their opponents were super-advanced predators from the Earth's core, and even though they outnumbered their opponents, some casualties were inevitable.

This is also why Longbo didn't raise these wartted dogs the way he used to raise pets. He invested too much emotion in them, and it would make him extremely sad when they died.

After a fierce and arduous battle, you have achieved a pyrrhic victory in your fight against the subterranean giant ape clan!

[Gain 2 attribute point]

"..."

Longbo glanced at the warthide corpses around him without commenting; strictly speaking, it was indeed a Pyrrhic victory.

In the end, Longbo placed the flesh and blood of the giant apes from the battlefield into the lair of the warthounds in Pandora's Land of the Wormhounds, and buried the corpses of the warthounds deep underground.

Having done all this, Longbo finally released the golden ship and embarked on his journey once more.

As the sound of horses' hooves faded into the area, the thick fog inside the canyon gradually spread, enveloping the entire battlefield, making the suspended, fleshy spores appear and disappear.

But they found no living creatures until the fog dissipated, and eventually disappeared again with the fog.

...

About a decade or so later, Longbo traveled through most of the inner world, but never encountered another life form that could be considered powerful.

Unable to gain any benefit from the inner world, he chose a scenic, highly radioactive area, buried himself there, and embarked on a journey to a higher level of evolution.