Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods

In Alaska, the golden ship, having lost its breath, lay shivering in the snow. Facing Longbo's scrutinizing gaze, it seemed to realize that it had done something foolish.

It turned its head guiltily, tearing at the food released from Pandora's Realm, each bite bursting with juice, leaving a mess of blood and bits of flesh on the snowy ground to one side.

It seemed that as long as the chewing sound was loud enough, it could ignore Longbo's murderous gaze.

The violent tremors and the strong smell of blood completely awakened the hibernating Alaskan brown bear. The intense temptation blinded its mind, causing it to crawl out of its den, across the blood-soaked snow, and rush towards the fragrant flesh.

But the next second, a gaping maw full of fangs descended from the sky, snatched it and a large chunk of flesh in its mouth, chewed it up, and swallowed it whole.

Longbo caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, but pretended nothing had happened. He looked at the golden ship, which was still wolfing down its food, and prepared to continue its journey after the ship had eaten its fill.

Contrary to expectations, the Golden Ship was not a big deal for Longbo, and he would never do anything to it.

Of course, now that the Golden Ship has revealed its ability to travel at such a speed, it will be impossible for it to use that slow speed to fool Longbo in the future.

That would really invite Longbo's punishment.

The Golden Ship didn't have such a high IQ, but it could clearly sense that Longbo's attitude had changed.

Upon learning that Longbo would not punish it for this, it relaxed and reverted to its usual silly self.

Having eaten and drunk his fill, the Golden Ship burped, slowly got up, and flicked its tail to signal Longbo to come aboard.

But Longbo only glanced at the bloodstains on its body and did not sit on it immediately. Instead, he kicked it in the back and sent it flying into the frozen lake.

Once the bloodstains on its body had been washed away, Longbo sat on its back and began their journey.

...

Before Europeans arrived, North America was still the territory of indigenous peoples.

However, the term "native people" is not entirely accurate, as the Native Americans came to this land thousands of years ago.

Before that, this place belonged to other humans or wild animals.

The ancestors of the Native Americans were already showing glimpses of what the future would look like, draped in animal skins, adorned with bone chains, and decorated with the magnificent tail feathers of pheasants on their heads.

They hid behind pine trees, gripping their spears tightly, their hungry eyes fixed on the wild deer in the distance.

Just as they raised their spears and were about to throw them, the ground suddenly undulated, and the violent shaking caused the Native Americans to fall into the snow.

The wild deer vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.

The shadows of one tall and one short enveloped the hunter, and the wind and snow suddenly turned fierce, like a polar storm.

The enormous creature, amidst the wind and snow, revealed a faint humanoid outline under the moonlight, its long tail trailing behind it, sweeping away entire forests with a casual sway.

It gently lowered its highly ossified head, and the shadow of its antlers was reflected in people's eyes, like a hideous ghost claw. The blurry black shadow made people tremble with fear.

In the indistinct outline, the scarlet eyes resembled crimson lanterns hanging in the snowy night, extremely eerie.

The blurry figure of Titan Wendigo appeared in the hunters' sights, casting a downward gaze upon them.

As the Indian hunters watched in terror, Wendigo opened his mouth, a chilling aura gathering before transforming into azure ice that was reflected in their eyes.

The fear of death and the chill that swept over them made the Native American hunter tremble, instinctively raising his hand to shield his eyes.

But the imagined death did not come. Although they could feel the extreme cold spreading, it did not actually fall on them. Instead, it came from behind them.

They cautiously opened their eyes. Under the moonlight, the enormous humanoid creature continued to exhale, but its target was not humans, but those behind them.

The Indian hunters turned to look, and their azure breath illuminated the forest, revealing the mist that had stretched out behind them from who knows how long.

The dense, suffocating fog seemed to possess a life of its own, with wisps of mist containing floating, eyeball-shaped spores that gathered together to resist the azure breath.

The astonishing aftershocks spread out, directly throwing the Native American hunter into the air, but he was then swept away by the raging hurricane and fell into the thick snow, thus saving his life.

As they looked up, a second pair of scarlet eyes rose in the snowy night before them, and a Titan covered in crystal-clear, icy fur passed over them.

The female Wendigo also opened her gaping maw and unleashed a powerful breath upon the writhing fog, enough to cover the entire continent with snow for months.

Under the continued suppression of Titan's breath, a corner of the alien mist seemed to sense something and gradually faded away.

But just as the two Wendigos were about to leave, a second mist spread through the forest behind them, sticky tentacles extended, and a twisted, enormous shadow loomed in and out of sight.

...

The golden ship, its tongue lolling out, came to a stop in a forest in North America, its eight iron hooves trembling in succession.

The thick fog slowly crept through the forest at its feet, as if it were alive, gradually swallowing the forest.

"This seems to be..." Longbo's gaze fell on the thick fog at his feet, his four eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw the eyeball-shaped spores floating in the mist.

Everything that came into view reminded him of the culprit behind his recurring nightmares in his previous life.

It was also one of his childhood traumas.

But the Golden Ship was completely oblivious to this, and still turned to look at Longbo, its vertical pupils filled with despair.

It couldn't take it anymore; its old bones really couldn't withstand that kind of speed.

During its peak period of a thousand years, it didn't run many full-speed sprints, and the total number of times it ran during that time was less than half the number of times it ran while carrying Hakiber.

As Longbo disembarked from the golden ship, it continued to pour out its grievances to him.

But when it looked up to peek at Hakib's expression and prepare for the next performance, it found that Hakib's figure had disappeared from its sight at some point, and the snow-covered scene had turned lush and green.

"??"

It raised its iron hooves and tapped the ground somewhat blankly, waking the wartdogs from their slumber.

The white horse-like beasts came into view, causing them to instinctively open their blood-red mouths and bite down on it.

Although I don't know what it's going to do by appearing in the middle of them, it's definitely not going to be anything good. I'll bite first and see what happens.

...

On the other side, Longbo stood on the snowfield, his gaze sweeping over the various creatures that surrounded him.

Among them are humans dressed in Stone Age attire, wild beasts from the Primitive Era, and various super life forms from the Earth's core.

They were just like the zombies that Lonbo had seen in the movies, their bodies slumped, their eyes vacant, and they made no sound.

They arrived with the thick fog, and disgusting-looking spores parasitized their necks, creating a bizarre scene, like a child's nightmare.

The alien parasitic life form, Magnia, is the mastermind behind this bizarre scene.

It comes from the TV series "Old Man Jia" and is very powerful.

As for weaknesses…

Longbo's gaze pierced through the layers of underground rock and soil, and a deep blue energy field radiated from his body, converging at the spear in his hand, illuminating the blade with brilliant light.

The sharp spear spun in his hand, drawing a perfect azure arc in the air before finally piercing the earth, the torrent of energy plunging into the ground.

Azure lines are etched on the earth's surface, stretching towards the horizon. A torrent of energy bursts through the rock layers, causing the underground river to gush forth.

The gushing water spread across the sky, forming a torrential downpour that fell into this eerie, thick fog.

A magnificent rainbow hangs high in the sky. Spores in the thick fog quickly dry up and lose their vitality the moment they come into contact with water, falling from the depths of the fog and from the bodies of other creatures.

Obviously, they are easily soluble in water.