Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods.

The King of Space stated that he has dealt with those who indulge in sin the longest and has extensive experience in how to do things.

If it's a 5v4 situation where He has a significant advantage and doesn't receive any help, the King of Space is confident that he can help that thing have a really good time in the last game.

Longbo seemed to understand what he was saying, then nodded and added the goal of becoming the King of Space to the plan.

The remaining Slaughtering Heaven and Usurping Heaven will be left to the King of Ultra and Noah, while their demonic armies will be dealt with by the idealistic warriors who are tens of meters tall.

As for Longbo, the Chaos God Nagou and His domain, the Stagnant Heaven, are His targets. In addition, the "God Emperor" may also need Longbo to deal with him.

Although Longbo has not yet fully figured out whether there is a difference between the "Dark King" and the "God Emperor".

But just before Lombre's recent return, the fragment of Gilgamesh's soul, the Lord of Mankind, had expressed his wish that Lombre would kill him.

Therefore, if the Lord of Humanity were to completely lose control and become a God-Emperor, it would be necessary for Longbo to handle the situation.

严格来说，未来战争的真正局势将在5V4以及4V1V4之间变动，不过这些目前都无法确定。

But when Longbo looked at the Space King, who was deep in thought, he thought of those mad warriors, and a brand new question arose.

"Didn't you ever think about sealing these lunatics away?" Longbo asked, staring at the King of Space.

Longbo always felt that allowing these dangerous, eccentric warriors to roam freely in the real universe was a very irresponsible thing to do for the human empire of this universe.

Even if we can't completely solve their problems, surely we can at least seal them away?

Longbo didn't believe the King of Space didn't have that ability; it wasn't actually that difficult.

Upon hearing this, the King of Space's eyes grew even dimmer, and he almost sighed as he replied, "In reality, what we can see is only a small fraction of the remaining warriors from back then; a much larger portion was sealed away in the subspace."

As he spoke, the King of Space gently raised his hand, and a rift unfolded behind him, revealing the more hidden corners of the subspace to Longbo without reservation.

Looking up, one sees massive warships lying dormant in the dimly lit space, their enormous hulls, stretching for tens or even hundreds of kilometers, bearing the marks of war.

The bombardment by physical weapons, the melting of high-energy particle beams, and even the traces left by the claws of giant creatures are clearly visible, telling the story of the brutality of the war.

Deep within the space, a colossal celestial body brimming with astonishing vitality lies dotted with tombstones in every corner, where birds sing and flowers bloom. The neat and clean tombstones are inscribed with the outstanding achievements of the deceased in the great war.

The warships here are densely packed, like interstellar dust surrounding a planet, guarding this vast tomb world.

As Longbo's gaze extended, the scene inside the warships also came into view. Although all the warships were asleep, they were loaded with all kinds of weapons.

It seems that the cataclysmic disaster is only a call from the supreme cosmic king away from becoming a catastrophic force.

Moreover, each warship contains numerous hibernation pods several meters high, where a large number of space warriors are quiescent and asleep.

These space warriors outnumbered the number of active warriors in the outside world by more than ten times, and many of them still bore the scars of war.

Clearly, the war had just ended when the King of Space ordered it to fall into slumber, burying the warships in this dark and desolate space.

Capable of traversing an entire universe and subspace, the forces under the command of the King of Space certainly cannot consist of only the less than one million space warriors active in the outside world.

Many more soldiers lay asleep beside him.

Upon seeing this, Longbo narrowed his eyes slightly, and the explanation from the King of Space followed.

"Back then, after I defeated those four Zan, and saw that something was wrong with them, I ordered them to be summoned here to slumber."

"Only a small portion remained outside, used to maintain order within the empire and to deal with the aliens left behind outside, which also served as a way to keep them informed."

"As for why the aliens were left behind, it's mainly because humans also need some external enemies to feel a sense of crisis and prevent them from collapsing from within."

The King of Space turned to look at the warship deep inside and sighed softly: "Every now and then, I will quietly take away the warriors from the outside world and then awaken a group of sleeping warriors for rotation."

"To prevent them from finding me, I will also modify their memories when arranging their sleep and awakening."

As his gaze went deeper, a sense of nostalgia and remembrance followed: "That world of graves, where many heroes who died in the war rest in peace."

“I often go there to wipe the dust and leaves off each tombstone.”

The King of Space personally erected every tombstone in the Graveyard World, remembering the faces of every warrior who sacrificed themselves for humanity's dominance of the galaxy, and knowing the battlefields where they died and the battles they experienced in their lives.

Of course, they all died in their most rational and heroic moments, without going mad. Therefore, they are as important as a lost moonlight in the King of Space's heart.

Seeing this, Longbo was completely speechless.

The King of Space has already provided the answer.

His empire needed some sufficiently powerful enemies to feel a sense of crisis and to prevent the empire from falling apart and descending into civil war.

This means that a portion of the force needs to be stationed among the stars in the Milky Way. Although it is too whimsical and abstract, they do get things done.

To satisfy these lunatics, the Space King also built recruitment planets to house cloned reserve soldiers, preventing them from harming other inhabitants.

Strictly speaking, he has indeed been cleaning up the mess left by these lunatics.

But he overlooked the extent of their madness; even he himself couldn't stand it and fled the empire.

Only after the memory faded from the King of Space's face and the passage behind him completely closed did Longbo speak:

"In that case, return to your empire, gather those lunatics, and when the time is right, my true form will come here to take you away."

However, upon hearing the words "return to the empire," the King of Space managed a forced smile:

"You'll need several hundred more years, right? If so, then there's no need for me to return so soon."

As he spoke, the King of Space's face was filled with resistance to returning to the Empire and facing that group of lunatics.

This made Longbo sincerely sigh that as the highest leader of mankind in the universe, the King of Space had really fallen to this level.

He was actually brought to this state by his own subordinates.

but…

Longbo seemed to be deep in thought. This served as a reminder to him that he was fortunate not to have added any strange underlying code when he created his highly bound subordinates.

Even the craziest fungal monsters have their quiet moments; when there's no war, they quietly play the role of mushrooms, unlike these mad warriors.

Soon, while feeling moved, Longbo also felt a chill run down his spine. He suddenly realized that he seemed to have used a similar underlying logic when he edited the fungal monster.

But this underlying logic code can repair the ecosystem on its own without war. Now it seems that it is only one step away from becoming the king of space.

If a bunch of monstrous creatures tens of meters tall and weighing tens of thousands of tons were actually created, then we would be truly doomed.

Longbo became increasingly wary, realizing he couldn't create things carelessly anymore, as it could easily backfire.

With a thousand thoughts swirling in his mind, he nodded to the King of Space after a moment's thought, "Alright, do as you please."

In any case, most of the King of Space's forces are in his own hidden space, which can be activated at any time. Even if there is not enough time, it seems that the difference between the forces outside the real universe is not significant.

The King of Space breathed a sigh of relief, a smile returning to his face. He then teased, "Is your phantom going back?"

"How about taking me with you?"

"If I may, I'd also like to ask, what kind of universe do you live in?"

"I want to see for myself those who are willing to give their lives to protect the energy life forms of others who have nothing to do with them."

Longbo was quite surprised to hear this, but after thinking about it, he agreed to the King of Space's request.

“I can bring a part of your consciousness to me, but you can’t bring any of the lunatics with you.”

Longbo wasn't worried about what a projection of the Space King could do there. Although the Space King was more powerful than him, the projection alone posed no threat to him.

But the Mad Warriors wouldn't do; they're too crazy. Longbo was worried they'd mix with the Golden Ship and cause trouble.

In Longbo's view, the Golden Ship seemed to be a real possibility. The Golden Ship itself was already outrageous enough; if it were infected with the Mad Warrior's madness, Longbo's garden would probably be turned into complete chaos.

The daily chases between the golden ship and the hounds were already pretty bad; they couldn't afford to go any further.

...

Longbo's phantom, carrying a wisp of the Space King's consciousness, returned to the universe where Titan Earth is located.

Although it was merely a wisp of consciousness and did not possess much power, a certain amount of information was still clearly captured the instant it descended.

The consciousness of the King of Space materialized once again, transforming into a gigantic, golden behemoth.

He glanced around and sensed that he had been locked onto by some entity the moment he arrived, as if any slight movement on his part would be fatal.

They will be met with merciless attacks.

"1, 2...5, 6..."

The King of Space raised an eyebrow, sensing the terror of the place. He paused for a moment, then looked up at Longbo's figure and uttered a rather strange remark:

"This is different from what you said..."

"If the multiverse is this absurd, why would you need to bring me to my world?"

The surrounding gazes startled the King of Space, making him momentarily doubt whether Longbo was deceiving him and luring him in to kill.

He could clearly feel the scrutiny in those gazes, as if they were trying to determine why he was on Longbo's territory, and they also contained a warning.

Through these gazes, the King of Space could even vaguely see several silhouettes warning him that it was best not to interfere with Longbo's ongoing ascension.

This left the King of Space speechless. Putting aside whether he would do such a thing, he was just a powerless projection and had no ability to interfere.

Upon receiving the information carried by the projection, Longbo's true form lowered his eyes slightly and murmured:

"Because you are the counterpart of the Lord of Humanity, it will be more interesting to have you with me."

Although Longbo explained it this way, the real reason was that although he had managed his public image well and had a decent network of connections in the Ultra Universe.

However, not all legendary warriors or those of equal strength will give you face.

Delacion is like some kind of pan-cosmic mechanism devoid of emotion; Saga and Legend need to be fused and summoned; and the mysterious King Absolut is still lying dead.

Despite these beings, Longbo has never had any communication with them, let alone gone to find them.

Compared to them, Ultraman King and Ultra Noah are considered to be relatively active figures.

"... "

The King of Space was speechless, because he also thought it might be interesting to meet another version of himself, provided that the other person could communicate smoothly.

After sensing that these gazes were all in a state of wary observation and that there was no further action, the King of Space stopped paying them any attention.

He gazed with great interest at the vast garden and the World Tree that stood tall in every dimension, and his heart was filled with wonder once again.

"Your garden is quite nice."

Putting aside the environment of this garden.

In the eyes of the King of Space, the World Tree that stands in subspace and connects the three dimensions has great potential. It has been marinated by the spacetime forces from the three dimensions and has long since exceeded the scope of a single universe.

This World Tree contains the ultimate power of spacetime. Its original age of ten thousand years has been infinitely extended under the impact of this power, as if any of its vines could whip and kill several lesser gods of chaos.

Soon, the King of Space turned around and looked at Longbo's magnificent feat of multiplying into countless forms and simultaneously eroding and annexing many subspaces of the universe, and was amazed by it.