Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods

The blue breath swept over him, reflected in Longbo's eyes, causing his pupils to contract violently. Instinctively, he used his psionic energy to teleport himself a short distance.

A rift appeared behind him, and azure psionic light wove together dark colors, instantly engulfing his massive form.

When he reappeared, Longbo was already behind Itakua, gripping his spear tightly, imbued with scorching psionic flames, and thrusting it toward His back.

Just as the spearhead struck Itakya's back, His figure flickered and disappeared like a poorly positioned holographic projection, completely unrestrained by space.

Having missed his target, Longbo didn't linger. He turned around and stepped into the vortex of psionic teleportation, disappearing from sight.

A sudden gust of wind arose, and snow filled the air. Itakua's figure appeared behind Lombre, who had paused a moment before, revealing his alias, Windrunner, in all its glory.

Seeing Longbo disappear, He once again stepped into the wind and snow to chase after his figure.

Two gigantic units, each over 100 meters tall, chased each other almost instantaneously on this snow-covered battlefield, their lingering light and shadows filling the air.

The ancient crimson giant clutched his chest, staggered to his feet, and the crystal on his chest flashed rapidly as he quickly reached his companion, turning him into a ball of light and sending him away.

He remained on the battlefield, his azure eyes scanning the area, searching for the shadows of evil, ready to intervene in the fight.

He possesses the ability to harm the evil creature before him, but his memories have not fully returned; he only knows that he experienced a similar battle before.

Despite his victory, he was badly injured, losing his memory and not fully recovering from his injuries.

At this moment, the remaining light and shadow of Longbo and Itakua permeated the surroundings, and everywhere there were loud noises and ripples from their collision, with rays and breaths intersecting in the sky.

In terms of pure physical strength, Lombre had the upper hand from the start, and he still did. With the help of psionic power, his spear, imbued with flames, was powerful enough to harm the vessel of an Old One.

Without the blessing of "mysterious" power, unless physical force is strong enough to truly tear the universe apart, it cannot harm Itakua in the slightest.

But at this moment, Longbo was already powerful enough to truly suppress this avatar of the ruler, even upon contact with it.

Longbo also noticed the nature of what was before him, even though he also held the title of an Old One.

But in reality, Itakya seems to be closer to an arcane evil god like Gatanothor, at least not as terrifying as I knew in my previous life in terms of mysterious mental pollution.

Longbo's azure eyes shone brightly, revealing a glimpse of the future battle before his eyes.

He instantly stopped teleporting and turned to look at a certain direction on the ground, where an invisible wind was gathering, outlining a withered and skeletal silhouette.

In the scene that Longbo saw, it seemed to be the source of the mist, where Itakua would appear.

Before that tiny spacetime rift, it draws power from its original form outside the world, lets out a shriek, and releases the souls it has devoured.

Countless innocent people will pour out from the rift, covering every corner of the world, entering human bodies, and turning them into ghouls with antlers, thick hair, and decaying bodies.

Longbo naturally wouldn't watch all this happen. He cast a cold glance at them, his soul controlling the panel to continuously draw power from the Sea of ​​Souls.

Under Longbo's gaze, Itakya's figure appeared. He came with the wind, not existing in the previous moment, but standing there in the next.

He opened his blood-red maw, wanting to let out a silent shriek and gain more power from beyond the world.

But before that, a psychic shriek rang out before Him, the power of psychic energy spreading out, brushing against the cold wind, and carrying a shriek that seemed to come from the deepest part of the sea of ​​souls, mixed with anger and terror.

The violent impact exceeded the Wendigo's limits, causing Itakua's avatar to tremble and its upper body to sway in a phantom form.

Lonbo levitated in the air using his psychic energy and magnetic field, his hands outstretched and overlapping in front of him, seemingly imprisoning Itakya firmly in his palms from a distance. His psychic energy swelled and rose like flames at the corners of his eyes, leaving a trail of azure blue.

The next second, the earth trembled under the roar of psionic energy.

The earth's surface seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, with glaciers and rock layers breaking and turning under immense force, and the remaining roots of plants twisting like nerves. The earth's surface, stretching to the horizon, rotated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Every inch of soil, every rock, rotates against the laws of physics, everything is crushed and mixed into one, rotating clockwise along an invisible arc.

The once pale plains have now transformed into a death vortex on the earth's surface, engulfing Itakua and turning it into a spiraling mountain that stands tall on this land.

Towering peaks are interspersed with the broken remains of the earth and the outlines of glaciers. Many decaying trees coil like veins on the rock walls, and the twisted fossil structures with their ferocious spiral patterns reveal the traces of violent rotation.

The violent tremors triggered a massive earthquake across the entire North American continent, and the intense shaking caused all the monsters and Titans on the land to instinctively look toward its source.

Looking up, the battlefield stretching to the horizon spun like a vortex under the immense force, and a brand new mountain rose from the ground.

Standing here, it resembles a towering spiral reaching the sky.

Within the spiraling mountain peak, a pale, withered claw lay exposed, drooping limply, its scarlet blood splattering out and staining half of the mountainside red.

Itakya suffered the most severe injuries since his arrival. The forces of geology crushed and pulverized his vessel, and the ensuing psychic energy twisted and distorted his will, almost shattering it.

Itakyuya is imprisoned a thousand meters above the ground by towering spiral mountains, with the source of the dense fog behind it, a rift leading to another world.

Behind him lay a power within reach, but Itakua, whose consciousness had been torn apart by psychic energy, was powerless to stop it.

The crimson giant breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this, and the crystal on his chest flashed more and more frequently.

The fire demon warrior, with eye-like crystals on its head and right chest, looked up at the sky, the instigator of all this approaching its peak.

Longbo slowly descended, looking indifferently at Itakua, who was trapped on the peak and unable to move, and raised his hand again.

The power of the sea of ​​souls surged, transforming into flames that burned His incarnation.

Psychic energy surged like a celestial river, and the thick fog rolled and gathered under its guidance. The distorted spatial structure began to return to its proper place before Longbo, who possessed both spacetime and psychic power.

The distorted light and shadow were dispelled by the brute force of psionic energy, and the distortion and malice in the air gradually dissipated.

As the last wisp of mist vanished and the crack emitted barely perceptible points of light amidst a buzzing sound, the Itakya avatar residing within the Wendigo finally felt a powerful suction and was forcibly expelled by psionic energy.

As the distorted light and shadow gradually disappeared into specks of light, Itakya's gaze swept over the Titans and giants, finally settling on the Balrog Warrior, followed by a murmur.

"..."

I...remember...your race...

His voice was like the mournful wails of thousands of unjustly killed people, or the biting cold wind of the Arctic.

Long Bomo didn't care and used his spiritual energy to extinguish it.

Your hard-fought victory against the Wendigo is truly something to celebrate!

[Received: Legendary Points *2, Skill Points *4]

[Note: Your story will be passed down through the world in the form of ancient folk customs and myths.]

In one corner of the battlefield, the Kirieloid, who had just managed to extend their senses slightly from the dark room, heard these words and froze.

"...?!"

The Kirieloid man went completely insane, unable to remember what he had done. He hadn't done it himself!