Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods.

The gale howled, whipping up snowflakes that pelted Longbo and the golden ship, casting a pristine white hue over the galloping eight-legged steed and the Titan.

Looking up, it's like a majestic snow-capped mountain crashing across this frozen land, and the resulting vibrations and roars bring a touch of liveliness to the otherwise desolate area.

The depressed golden ship sped along, panting heavily, its two scorching breaths billowing out and turning into long dragons of steam that merged into the howling wind and snow.

It shook its head, scattering the snow that had accumulated on its head, which then cascaded down the low snow-capped mountains like a waterfall, causing an avalanche.

It was very frustrated about this, even though it no longer rejected this life where it didn't have to worry about food and could just take Hakiber, who was too lazy to walk, around.

But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t want to give Hakib a bite right now.

The Golden Ship hates the cold and snow.

It's almost to the point of causing psychological trauma.

It had once seen a giant Titan carrying crystals on its back; that Titan simply entered the inner world through a passage, and the entire area turned into snow-capped mountains.

Its kind scattered and fled after being struck by the Titan, and the young creature struggled alone in the perilous inner world.

It clearly remembered that day when the white Titan rose from the impact crater, and fragments of the mountain slid off its towering body, revealing the largest and most terrifying form on Earth.

Damn it, that guy is actually two sizes bigger than the biggest cheap father in my tribe.

It caused an area of ​​several kilometers to turn into a glacier simply because it sneezed from a pebble entering its nasal cavity.

After it settled down, the entire area turned into snow-capped mountains, and the continuous cold air masses prevented the snow-capped mountains from completely melting for a long time after it left.

By the time the golden ship realized what had happened, the clan had completely scattered. By the time it grew to be larger than its cheap father, the clan was on the verge of extinction due to its dispersed population.

Over the long years, it rarely encountered its own kind, mostly appearing only as corpses.

The gold ship was very impressed with this.

The golden ship snapped out of its daze, turned its head and glanced at Longbo, whose four eyes were slightly gleaming in a certain direction, and finally shook its head helplessly.

Hackber only needs to sit on its back and wait, but its long-legged steed has many more things to consider.

and many more…

What is Hakiber looking at?

The golden ship suddenly realized something was wrong, stopped in its tracks, and froze in mid-air with its raised leg.

It stiffly turned its head and looked again at Hakib's eyes, confirming that it was a subtle look in its eyes when it saw something interesting.

He is basically only interested in Titans or other monsters, meaning there are Titans in that direction.

Titan... Ice and Snow...

The golden ship's vertical pupils contracted sharply, and it slowly turned its neck to look in the direction of Longbo's gaze.

The airflow suddenly changed, carrying a certain radiation and aura towards the golden ship.

A unique cold front, an aura of Titan so intense it sends chills down your spine…

"The Snow Demon?" Longbo's vision refreshed rapidly, the scene stretching to the horizon revealing a giant white beast lying prostrate in the snow.

The enormous, silvery-white creature lay there, like a rugged snow-capped mountain rising from the frozen ground, or a stretch of ice crystal thorns on a deep blue glacier.

The howling blizzard shrouded its body, blurring its outline. The frost and snow almost blended into it, making it difficult to distinguish its physical form from the deadly blizzard.

The Snow Demon opened its intelligent eyes, its body, half-buried in the snow, trembled, its silvery-white scales cutting through the ice, its more than 15-ton body standing tall in the wind and snow.

The Snow Demon's physical style differs from Godzilla's godlike majesty or Lunabrück's eerie, demonic style.

Its physique is extremely beautiful, and even ordinary people can easily see its gentle and peaceful nature.

If Godzilla is a cold man embodying both majesty and power, then Luna is a villain with a frightening appearance who is clearly not a good person, while Snow Demon is a gentle and beautiful older sister.

The Snow Demon raised its head, its gaze piercing through the wind and snow, meeting the azure gaze on the other side of the horizon.

Heavy breaths exhaled from the snout, creating fan-shaped waves of snow on the ground, which then turned into tiny icy mists that spiraled upwards and merged into the continuous mass of extremely cold air.

It is the oldest and most central heart of this permafrost; it merely remains here, and the dissipated cold air forms a strong cold air mass in Siberia.

Its presence here has made this already cold region as frigid as the Arctic, with the persistent low temperatures even affecting much of Asia in winter.

It is the ancient king in the legends of the Ivi people of the inner world who froze everything.

Historically, it has caused ice ages that covered the Earth more than once.

In its original history, its breath was enough to freeze a dragon from outer space in its most unexpected state.

This breath is incredibly powerful, enough to plunge the entire world into an ice age in a very short time.

Even extraterrestrial dragons capable of traversing the frigid universe with their physical bodies would instantly cease thinking under such extreme cold.

It communicated with the newly formed Alpha-class Titans across vast distances.

As one of the original Titans, its pupils held no impatience or malice, only a patience that was as enduring as heaven and earth, unchanging through the ages.

In Longbo's eyes, it was not only an Alpha Titan whose stats even surpassed his own, but also a qualified long-lived species that Longbo envisioned, and it was extremely patient with everything.

Longbo gazed at him from afar, deep in thought, when a strong jolt suddenly jolted him awake, nearly causing him to fall off his horse.

Once he regained his footing, the golden ship had already sped far away, and the scene before him receded into the distance like a rapidly retreating line.

The eight iron hooves of the golden ship left afterimages, and a fierce wind and roar arose together. The originally silly face showed a cold look, but the cold sweat on his forehead told Longbo that things were not so simple.

"What's wrong with this guy now?"

Longbo quickly regained his balance, feeling the golden ship reach its previous limit in a flash and accelerate continuously.

The speed increased from 500-600 kilometers per hour to 700-800 kilometers per hour, and then accelerated further to reach an astonishing subsonic speed.

This unprecedented experience left Longbo completely bewildered, wondering what this guy was doing.

But soon, Longbo thought of something crucial, and his heart sank instantly.

Thinking that the Golden Ship could reach subsonic speeds at full power, while it used to struggle to even reach 600 kilometers per hour, Longbo was so angry he laughed.

"You used to play me here, didn't you?"

Chapter 60 The Fog of North America

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 other party had eaten its fill.

Contrary to expectations, it wasn't a big deal for Longbo, and he wouldn't do anything to the Golden Ship anyway.

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 ferocious 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 him 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 chill 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 relentless pressure 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, with sticky tentacles extending and a twisted, enormous shadow looming in and out.

...

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.