Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods

The fog grew thicker and thicker, and the nearby shadows transformed one after another into twisted behemoths, striding away with their segmented limbs, gradually disappearing into the surrounding fog.

The azure spear pierced the sky, accelerating through the magnetic field and instantly pinning the female Wendigo to the spot.

Longbo tried to stop it from happening.

However, some unstoppable force from the depths of the fog dragged the Wendigo into the mist, leaving the female Wendigo's body to be sliced ​​open by the fixed, sharp spear blades.

The power deep within the mist seemed indifferent to the life or death of the female Wendigo, remaining unmoved even when she was already severely injured and cut open by the spear blade.

Upon seeing this, Longbo was the first to regain his senses. He sprinted into the depths of the thick fog, and as he passed through the blood-soaked ice, he pulled out his spear and pursued the enemy amidst the earth-shaking tremors.

Although he still didn't understand what had happened, he was definitely right to stop the female Wendigo from being taken away.

While pursuing, Lombre's body was also gathering power, and charged particle cannons pierced through the thick fog, landing in front of Wendigo, attempting to block the actions of some being deep within the fog.

However, the result was not ideal. Although Lumbert's charged particle cannon caused a violent explosion deep in the fog, it did not actually hit anything.

It was as if what he was attacking did not exist.

On the other side, the male Wendigo, whose mate had been taken away, suddenly raised his broken head and roared with his blood-red maw.

It strode off in the direction where Luna and her mate had gone, but its speed was no match for theirs, and it soon fell behind.

As Longbo traversed the mist, he gradually discovered that the surrounding scenery was becoming increasingly bizarre, and this mist restricted his vision even more severely than Magnia's.

His four eyes had almost lost their normal vision, and he gradually became disoriented in the area.

He could clearly see that the female Wendigo in front of him was being dragged deeper and deeper, almost out of his sight, and the long trail of blood behind her had mysteriously disappeared.

Lumbert instantly activated Pandora's Magic Realm, revealing a rainbow with its colors flipping, and the power of the Time-Space Realm spread, attempting to trap the female Wendigo into the Time-Space Realm.

However, no matter how he tried, the speed at which the female Wendigo was being dragged away did not slow down in the slightest, and the power of spacetime was also violently blocked by some kind of will.

Seeing this, Longbo realized that he could not do anything to stop it, so he turned his gaze to the nearly dead female Wendigo.

Although the Wendigos offered their help, he had already done everything he could.

Since we cannot save the Titans who are willing to help, we must try extreme measures.

As Longbo stopped hesitating, a high-powered charged particle cannon converged from his horns, transforming into a deep blue ray that pierced through the thick fog.

The charged particle cannon flashed by, instantly piercing Wendigo's head and causing it to explode in the thick fog, turning the surrounding fog crimson and foul-smelling.

The various twisted monsters scattered around smelled the unusual scent of blood and rushed forward, licking the splattered blood and tissue.

Among them were crustaceans resembling insects, flies with heads of despair, and all sorts of wriggling behemoths that approached, opening their blood-red mouths to the corpse.

Faced with this situation, Longbo once again raised his spear, ready to kill the creature before him.

"..."

An invisible "wind" swept in from the depths of the fog, enveloping the corpse and brushing past Longbo's eyes. Some kind of power was descending from another world deep within the fog.

The faint sound of the wind mingled with unnatural murmurs of pain and grunts of hunger, faint and indistinct, like a hallucination.

Looking up at the sky, the thick fog revealed a huge vortex, and on the top layer of the fog, which resembled a canopy, two huge stars, like blood moons, appeared, swaying in the fog with scarlet trails as the blood moons moved.

Longbo's four eyes reflected the blood moon, and his body felt unnaturally agitated and tense. Although he instantly regained control of his body, chaotic thoughts that defied common sense still arose in his mind.

The thick fog in the sky sank down, enveloping Wendigo's body and coalescing into a blurry but chillingly large humanoid silhouette.

His feet seemed to merge with the ground, with only his withered upper body silhouetted against the sky.

His full form was obscured by the mist, but only his blood-red eyes, as clear as the moon, were truly visible, causing Longbo to instinctively tighten his grip on his spear.

Longbo subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to attack, but when he looked at the blood moon hanging high in the sky, he entered an illusion.

He appeared in a world where the sky was blood red, standing on the ruins of a small town in the Arctic Circle.

The surrounding wind and snow seemed to be deliberately maintained at a level that made every living being feel the biting cold, adjusting itself according to the different tolerance levels of each being, so that every being could feel the cold and hunger equally.

Despite the bitter cold, the ruins of the dilapidated town still teemed with believers draped in robes made of human skin, their heads fused with the skulls of deer.

Under the guidance of the priests, they began a ritual to worship the ruler, calling upon this ruler who resided in the Arctic Circle and was named Itakua.

The moment Longbo heard the name, he opened his eyes and returned to his original world.

At that moment, the dark shadows shrouding the misty sky dissipated, and the monsters that had gathered fled.

The fallen ice layer in Wendigo seemed to have transformed into some kind of ritual altar, with various patterns appearing in the pool of blood.

The enormous corpse of the "female Wendigo" underwent a horrific mutation, its body seemingly being kneaded and pulled at will by some invisible force.

The body, which originally contained rock-like muscles, began to decay at a visible speed, its glistening hair fell out, and it rotted the moment it came into contact with the ice.

It grew a head again, its body became extremely shriveled, its skin pale and clung tightly to its jagged skeleton.

Its limbs grew increasingly thin and withered, and its sharp claws resembled curved scythes, reflecting the gray luster of death.

He sat up and revealed to Longbo his grotesque, writhing skull, with tattered human skin emerging from his pale white antlers, from which blood dripped from time to time, a truly gruesome sight.

Itakya stood up, surrounded by some invisible force. The breath he exhaled was no longer white smoke, but supernatural ice crystals and the putrid mist of the souls of the unjustly killed.

For Him, this was not a long-planned invasion, nor a sacrifice to please those in power, but a spontaneous stroll.

Finally, He descended completely, opened His eyes, and revealed a calm light that seemed to indicate that everything else was insignificant.

The moment He descended, all the powerful beings in the world felt something was amiss and trembled in fear.

Storms and snow descended through the fog.

It did not disturb the thick fog that permeated the surroundings, but it gradually spread to the whole world. It merely used the arrival of a creature of the same name, and the ensuing wind and snow were enough to send the world back to the Ice Age.