A different world game? A different world game!

Kronos continued speaking.

"Five thousand years ago, after we learned that the void had its eye on that world, we sent a team to descend upon it five thousand years prior."

"That special team integrated into that world, and then we began to develop that world, constantly strengthening the life within it through the channels of the Titan world, and even giving birth to a god in that world."

As he spoke, Kronos seemed to drift into memories.

“Back then, even during the period of the evil gods’ invasion, we sent some gods to stop them and make them temporarily give up their idea of ​​causing trouble in that world.”

He also participated in this battle of gods.

Although the evil gods were dissatisfied, they were dealing with the Titan pantheon after all, and after a few of them perished, they slunk away.

It gave that world more opportunities for development and enriched its cultural heritage.

"Under these circumstances, we clearly sensed the invading void, and its power has become even stronger."

"Even if we don't have gods entering it, we do have Titans who entered the world five thousand years ago and became a part of it."

Just like the Astral Dragons, many Astral Dragons live in various planes, influencing the world's environment and giving rise to native dragon races.

The Titans also possess this ability, and they did not leave even after the world was locked down.

Essentially, they became part of the world, just like the dragons in the current world of Kanah.

This situation seems perfectly reasonable no matter how you look at it.

"The Void Invaders have indeed grown stronger, but our long preparations have not been in vain. We are doing our best to resist them."

"In the end, we managed to hold out until the void departed. The world was destroyed, leaving only one-tenth of it, but we managed to survive."

At this point, Kronos looked at Kana and then sighed: "But in that war, all the Titans that remained in the world perished, and the Void sent targeted legendary creatures to hunt them down."

The void is destruction, the destruction of so many worlds, and the merging of so many races.

By freely combining and applying forces, one can naturally find a targeted solution.

However, under normal circumstances, a Void Invasion would not be so targeted.

It will make certain adjustments based on the strength of the world, but it doesn't mean that if your world becomes stronger, it will become stronger than you; it won't go that far.

If that were the case, no world would be able to survive.

"We Titans arrived five thousand years ahead of schedule and began making preparations, but when all the Titans fell, the world was still in ruins."

"With the disappearance of the Titans, the devastated world attracted the Abyss and the evil gods, who would not normally have invaded at this time."

"The world that existed was accustomed to the leadership of the Titans. When the Titans disappeared and fell, various problems began to erupt. In order to enrich our foundation, we tried our best to prevent war from breaking out in the world."

"But precisely because of the lack of these things, the world's resilience was not strong, and it was devastated. Coupled with external forces, the world was completely destroyed in less than two hundred years."

At this point, Kronos shook his head helplessly.

Simply put, Titan's idea of ​​exploiting loopholes displeased the Astral Will.

The so-called void is essentially a cleansing process of the astral plane.

While such a cleanup process involves a degree of luck, luck is, in itself, part of the rules.

Essentially, anything that can stand strong in the void should be native life that thrives continuously.

Only a world that has survived countless calamities and hardships and still stands strong from despair can survive in the void.

After the destruction of the void, this is the kind of world that should survive.

Titan's external collaboration even laid the groundwork five thousand years in advance, allowing the entire world to prepare for the arrival of the Void from the very beginning.

This situation does not conform to the so-called trial at all.

Even if we succeed in the end.

The astral plane did not provide protection for the world after it survived.

Under normal circumstances, once a world survives the void, even if the world is devastated and life is reduced to less than one in ten, there will still be a long period of protection afterward.

The will of the world has emerged to protect the remaining world within its shell, preventing any external invasion.

Whether it's the abyss or an evil god.

This is also a gift from the astral realm.

That time, the Astral Plane revoked this blessing.

The calamities that were previously avoided by those who took shortcuts came one after another.

That world disappeared in these calamities.
After hearing all this, Kana frowned deeply.

He suddenly wondered if his existence was due to external forces.
After all, he knew clearly that he was not a being from that world or even this universe.

In some circumstances, he may have been dragged into this world by force, or reborn through someone's wish.

In fact, it could be another attempt by Titan.

Although he did not discover any clues after becoming a god.

"That's settled then. Let's go have a good drink to celebrate our friendship from the very beginning."

"Don't worry, after a few drinks I'll take you to my hometown. I'll personally entertain you. Father God will like you. Are you in a hurry?"

Despite all that has been said, if Kana is in a hurry, we can take him there now.

Kana shook his head.

"There's still time for a drinking session."

"Haha, then there's no problem."

He waved his hand as he spoke.

A beam of light appeared on the ship in the sky.

A magic circle appeared at the feet of the three of them. Kana immediately recognized it as a magic circle with teleportation power.

There was no resistance.

In a flash, they appeared inside the ship.

Before you is a wide passageway with simple decorative patterns around it, and under your feet are heavy stone slabs.

Ahead was a slope that stretched upwards.

Kronos's hearty laughter seemed to still echo in the corridor.

He extended his broad palm and gently patted Cana's shoulder—a gesture imbued with the power characteristic of a Titan, yet subtly concealing a force capable of shaking mountains.

It's more like an invitation full of recognition and enthusiasm.

You can only feel his magnanimity, not any malice from him.

"Come on, new friend! And Luminar, your hard-headed crystal core is here too. I've also prepared some fine wine for you to enjoy."

"Let my 'fortress' also be stained with your glory!"

Kronos's single eye shone brightly as he took the lead and stepped onto the slope.

Cana and Luminar exchanged a glance, the crystal facets shimmering with a gentle, responsive glow, and then followed.

The corridor seemed very long.

But for them, it was just a stone's throw away. Stepping onto the deck...
The sensation underfoot was not cold metal or rock, but a dark golden "bone layer" with strange toughness and elasticity, as if stepping on the spine of some ancient behemoth.

The massive armor plates covering it, jagged and covered with rough impact marks and scorch marks from energy burning, silently tell of endless conquests.

As far as the eye can see, the deck of what is called "the fortress" is astonishingly vast, almost like a floating island.

At the end of the deck stood the most striking and magnificent building—a huge circular arena.

Its main body is composed of a massive, dark gray skeleton covered with runic markings, resembling the ribs of some ancient beast, with an open top that allows the brilliant light of the astral plane to fall upon it.

A deafening roar, thunderous impacts, and countless mixed shouts faintly drifted from that direction, filled with primal violence and the heat of life.

And in the shadows near where they came from, stood sixteen figures as large as mountains.

Sixteen Titan Guardians
Each one is eighteen meters tall and has a typical Titan form.

Its limbs, as thick as mountains, are covered with thick skin, and its most striking feature is the single eye that occupies the center of its face, gleaming with wisdom and power.

However, their skin is not uniform, but rather exhibits an amazing diversity of elements and materials.

Some skin resembled cooled lava, its crimson surface tinged with dark gold veins, the intense heat distorting the surrounding air.

Some resemble refined gold and silver, gleaming with a cold, hard metallic luster, with massive rivet structures at the joints.

Some were covered with thick, constantly peeling and condensing frost armor, radiating a bone-chilling cold.

Some of them look as if they were built from huge granite blocks, with glowing moss growing in the gaps.

Others appear to be composed of flowing sand, solidified crystal clusters, or some kind of activated obsidian...

They come in all shapes and sizes, yet they all exude an overwhelming sense of oppression, each standing firmly at the pinnacle of legend.

Level 15, and every single one of them is like this.

Like sixteen silent, living fortresses, they faithfully guard this area.

Their single eye was focused on Cronus with absolute reverence, while showing slight respect for Cana and Luminar.

This is a sign of respect for the gods.

The sixteen Titans bowed slightly in unison as a sign of respect.

"Hahaha, Kana, Luminar, behold my guards!"

Kronos's voice boomed like a bell, filled with undisguised pride.

"Sixteen of the purest Titan warriors, my bloodline! Each one carries a different source of power, forging an immortal legendary body in endless conquests!"

Each one was a descendant of his relatives, a strong person chosen by him.

His guard consisted of sixteen men of varying strengths.

Of course, it's impossible to say that it can protect him in any way. It's more about providing support and dealing with some intense battles that don't require divine intervention.

As soon as Kronos finished speaking, a heavy hoofbeat and a humming sound as if space was being forcibly torn apart came from the sky above.

An indescribably enormous vehicle descended from the sky and crashed onto the deck not far in front of them.

The cart was pulled by a full thirty-six incredibly strong golden oxen.

They were not made of flesh and blood, but rather some kind of metallic creation forged with divinity and power. Their bodies were covered in heavy golden armor that flowed with the radiance of the sun, and each heavy hoof landing caused the sturdy deck to tremble slightly.

Their eye sockets burned with blazing white energy flames, and the breath they exhaled from their nostrils was accompanied by scorching white smoke.

A powerful vitality and a pure, oppressive force emanated from them.

The sacred oxen were not pulling ordinary carriages, but a small, mobile palace.

The temple base, carved from a single piece of dark gold metal, features rugged pillars and reliefs of war gods, and is comparable in size to a magnificent mansion in the mortal world.

"Moo-!"

The divine oxen roared in unison, their voices echoing loudly.

It came to a steady stop in front of them.

At the same time, four agile figures landed lightly from both sides of the palace base and stood steadily in front of the vehicle.

These are four angels.

They possess perfectly proportioned feminine features, but are by no means weak.

Dark gold, form-fitting, lightweight armor covered their strong, muscular physiques, which looked like they were forged from fine steel, exuding an explosive sense of power.

Their faces were resolute, their eyes sharp as eagles, and behind them unfolded not the usual wings, but two pairs of "power wings" made of pure energy, resembling giant claws, with dangerous arcs of light leaping at their edges.

They wielded short spears crackling with lightning and massive diamond-shaped shields, their postures like female leopards poised to pounce, exuding a pure aura born for battle.

It can only be said that she truly deserves to be called the angel of the god of war; her power and warlike aura are overwhelming.

"Welcome, Your Excellencies."

The four powerful angels spoke in unison in a simple yet resonant voice, their voices strong and powerful, with a metallic quality.

They bowed slightly, their movements precise and powerful.

"Come, come to my 'Divine Ox Palace'!"

Kronos stepped first onto the dark gold staircase that unfolded to the side, resembling the tongue of a giant beast, and gestured for Kana and Luminar to follow.

Kana and Luminar then ascended the base of this peculiar mobile palace.

Thirty-six golden divine bulls exerted their strength simultaneously, letting out a deafening roar, and golden energy halos erupted from beneath their hooves.

The heavy vehicle instantly gained astonishing acceleration, smoothly and swiftly heading towards the arena along the wide, flat deck avenue.

The vehicle moved at high speed and soon rose into the air, flying along an invisible aerial corridor.

From this vantage point, the massive circular arena below is even more clearly visible.

The arena was bustling with noise, and the huge central fighting arena was packed with spectators from all over the astral plane.

There were roaring orcs cheering, calmly observing elves, strangely shaped elemental beings, humanoid creatures dressed in various styles, and even some shrunken trolls or other astral races.

The sheer number of races makes it a veritable grand gathering of all ethnic groups.

Meanwhile, the fierce battle in the center of the arena is reaching its climax.

A one-eyed giant, over ten meters tall, with four muscular arms, was clearly a member of the Titan Familia.

He was engaged in a purely physical battle with a ferocious orc of similar size, engulfed in eerie blue flames, resembling a tiger but covered in bone spurs.

The savage malice emanating from the enemy he fought was undisguised; an enemy of order.

There was no fancy magic, no sharp weapons, only the visceral roar of punches landing.

The Titan swung its four arms, its massive fists crashing down like battering rams, accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air.

The tiger-orcs displayed astonishing agility and savage power, their claws tearing through space, their burning tiger tails lashing out like steel whips.

Each collision unleashed a visible shockwave, rippled through the protective barriers at the edge of the arena.

Blood or similar life energy splattered, roars shook the heavens, and the primal wildness and pure beauty of power were vividly displayed in the bloody collision.

The roar of the crowd nearly lifted the dome of the arena, even though it was an open-air arena. (End of Chapter)