Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods

Chapter 234 Outer God

Fokin and Wuni responded with calls, then bounced on His shoulder, tilted their heads to look at His face, and blinked their yellowish eyes.

Undoubtedly, their human-like appearance was quite adorable, but Longbo was choked by a mouthful of saliva; the two little ones' cries were too strange.

Isn't that Zetton's voice? What kind of raven would make the sound of the cosmic dinosaur Zetton?

Longbo met the two pairs of yellowish eyes looking at him and wondered if Zetton was an alien longhorn beetle mutated by the light of the plasma spark.

Even if you trace it back to its source, it's just an insect, and has nothing to do with crows.

However, Longbo also roughly deduced that Fokin and Wuni here correspond to his two specialized forms of Zetton in another dimension.

Therefore, upon arriving here, they not only emitted the sound of Zetton, but also gained some of Zetton's power.

Longbo's eyes scanned the two ravens perched on his shoulders. Their glossy black feathers reflected vibrant colors in the sunlight.

Although smaller than a slightly larger hen, it possesses immense power. While not as tall as the two hundred-meter-tall humanoid Zettons that served as their models, it is still comparable to an ordinary Zetton.

Considering this isn't an Arcane Space Judgment, they're quite a formidable fighting force.

This sparked Longbo's interest.

"Since Fokin and Wuni are based on Zetton—"

"So——"

Gradually, Longbo recalled the wonders he had experienced inside the other-dimensional garden, and a bad premonition suddenly arose in his heart.

While the oddballs in His household may not be as outlandish as the Space King's crazy warriors, they're still incredibly troublesome when they get going. If some of the things described here are based on them—

The thought of those possible scenarios made Longbo's mood plummet and turn extremely bad.

Longbo looked around at the armored soldiers again, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"So, are they fungal monsters, or giants of the Lombre tribe?"

The guards in front of me, clad in golden armor, looked to be about the same size as humans, but the power they possessed far exceeded that of ordinary people.

Although its full power cannot reach the level of the powerful monsters in the original world, it is enough to easily break the sound barrier. A punch or a kick on Earth would be enough to destroy mountains and rewrite the terrain.

Simply put, they are practically all superhumans.

From Rumble's meticulous observation, it is clear that their bloodline is similar to his own, and they must have gained power similar to that of the Rumble Giant because of Rumble.

Of course, there are no other dimensions here, so they naturally don't have that kind of chaotic power.

but--

Longbo withdrew his self-light and looked into the distant void, taking in all the dimensions hidden beneath the real world.

If one could devour one or two dimensions, perhaps many things could be accomplished without relying on the power of the original body.

The main body is currently at a critical stage. Although extracting some power will not reverse this process, it will inevitably slow down the progress.

It's better not to use it if you don't have to.

After a brief moment of thought, Longbo started walking again, proceeding through the vast palace. The guards and maids passing by were all shocked when they saw his youthful face.

It wasn't until Lumbini approached that they realized what was happening and began to show a similar respect to that shown to a superior as the Vikings did.

Looking at these Asgardians radiating a deep, heartfelt reverence, Lumbert nodded slightly, then calmly walked past them and headed into the distance.

After a long while, Longbo arrived at the edge of the Asgardian palace. What came into view was a continuous range of mountains, with various dangerous beasts and mythical creatures appearing and disappearing in the dense forest.

As Longbo appeared, the hunting dogs that were besieging the behemoth turned their heads, revealing human-like joy, and then turned around without hesitation and ran wildly towards Longbo.

Behind them, the white mythical creature turned its head in confusion, poked its head out of the forest, and curiously looked at the pack of hounds.

When its gaze extended and it saw the figure standing at the edge of the palace, it froze for a moment, then revealed a human-like joy.

Eight iron hooves, bearing bite marks, left afterimages as the slightly large body swiftly passed the hunting dogs and appeared before Longbo in the blink of an eye.

The eight-legged celestial horse Sleipnir stood rooted to the spot, its eight iron hooves treading on the void. Its broad, white wings spread high, and its enormous head gave Longbo a sly look, gesturing to him with its eyes.

Elbow, let's go for a walk!

Its eyes probably conveyed that meaning. The tedium of the past few thousand years had almost driven it mad, and now that it saw Longbo remember it, it immediately became excited.

Before Longbo could respond, a series of dark figures pounced on him, causing Sleipnir's expression to change and letting out a mournful wail.

In excruciating pain, it raised its four iron hooves high, taking the hunting dogs that were biting it with them with it into the air.

"——."

The scene that came into view made Longbo fall silent, unable to utter a word.

There's no need to distinguish them at all. Although this guy and the Golden Ship look somewhat different, with an extra pair of pure white wings, they are essentially the same.

They're just as shameless as ever. Even at their age, they act like huskies, constantly provoking hunting dogs and causing chaos. They're hated by both people and dogs.

The same goes for these hounds; even here, you can still see them and the golden ship together.

"Just as I thought."

Seeing this, Longbo shook his head.

The Golden Ship is beyond saving. Even if it moves to a different place and gets a different name, it will still be the same awful thing.

Seeing that Longbo didn't speak but instead shook his head, Sleipnir became extremely confused. He tilted his head, bared his teeth, and leaned closer.

Longbo pushed its head away in disgust, then stood still, looking around at each area, preparing to formulate a new plan.

Seeing that Lombard had fallen silent, Sleipnir plopped down next to him, chewing on something, completely ignoring the dog's gaze.

Longbo looked toward the point connecting to the outside world, where a burly man holding a greatsword stood. He was also wearing dazzling golden armor, with dark skin and a resolute face.

Heimdall, also a powerful member of the Asgardian race, is more like a security guard in the Marvel universe, responsible for opening doors.

From the spiral horn-shaped decoration on his golden helmet, Longbo understood everything. His gaze passed over him and entered the vast starry sky, searching for traces of the Infinity Stones.

The Infinity Stones essentially represent the fundamental laws governing this universe; obtaining them grants one, to some extent, access to the power of the universe.

Of course, all the gems must be collected. Overall, it's similar to the Star Cup in Longbo's possession. As for which one is better, Longbo doesn't know yet.

After arriving here and learning some things, Lonzo set his sights on the Infinity Stones.

He intends to obtain the power of the Infinity Stones and take over several dimensions as a source of power for his activities in this multiverse.

Although Odin grows stronger with age, even more powerful than when he conquered the universe, he is still too weak compared to his original form, making everything inconvenient.

As time went on, Lonzo also determined the location of each Infinity Stone from different images and who possessed them.

The Time Stone is now in Doctor Strange's possession, the Reality Stone is in the Dark Elf's possession, and the Space Stone is in S.H.I.E.L.D. on Earth.

As for the rest, they are all in the hands of Thanos.

Lancelot didn't have a single Infinity Stone.

When He was about to collect all the Infinity Stones, He was severely beaten, losing not only his eyes but also all the Infinity Stones he had collected.

The opponent's power far surpassed Odin's, and he launched a sneak attack. Moreover, he knew clearly that Odin was a part of someone else, so he dared not kill him and only took the Infinity Stones.

Odin is not very strong and still does not know who ambushed him.

The same applies to Longbo now; his power is insufficient to trace back to the source and find that enemy.

To take revenge, one must obtain sufficient power.

Moreover, many events in this Marvel Universe seemed chaotic to Lombre, and did not match any of the known worlds he knew.

The unknown also means that there are more things to consider and take into account when deciding what to do.

As Longbo pondered this, he narrowed his eyes slightly, sensing an unusual gaze.

Second, Norway, the Asgardian temple.

A sinister-looking man, dressed in a dark green robe and wearing a golden helmet adorned with dark green horns, was dispersing a large number of believers in front of the magnificent statue.

His words seemed to possess a kind of magic, bewitching people and making these believers exceptionally devout.

"How long is he going to keep playing these tricks?"

From behind, Hela's slightly impatient, icy voice rang out, causing another burly young man to instinctively shiver and tremble.

Despite this, he forced a smile: "Playing tricks?"

"Aren't we gods?"

The next second, under Hela's cold gaze, he swallowed back what he was about to say, and then cast a "good luck" look at his younger brother's back.

"Brother, I'm afraid you'll be bedridden for a while this time." Thor thought to himself with a mix of emotion and schadenfreude.

He had come to Earth to drink with his friends as usual, but then he heard from the black man, Fury, that he had seen his brother causing trouble again. Completely bewildered, he followed the Avengers here and saw his brother holding an illegal gathering.

To be honest, he didn't think it was anything like a charlatan or a fake gathering.

After all, for many years, the Asgardians have come to Earth to guide Odin's followers, ensuring they maintain their faith and can go to Valhalla after death.

Therefore, in his eyes, this was a very normal activity, but the Avengers did not think so, and even woke up that big, WAAAGH! guy.

They gathered their forces, ready to catch their younger brother and lock him up for a while, just like always.

However, the plan was beautiful, but reality was cruel. Just as they were about to take action, a woman with an ice-cold body arrived.

In a matter of seconds, the Avengers were put to a deep sleep, leaving only himself trembling here—

Hela crossed her arms, her long, slender fingers tapping lightly on her arms, her narrow eyes filled with impatience.

Behind her lay the Avengers members who had originally stood with Thor, lying haphazardly.

But given her father's long-standing teachings and his own prestige, she couldn't afford to lose her temper in front of so many believers and his statue.

Just then, a vague, unremarkable voice rang in Hela's ears.

"Tsk tsk tsk—you haven't noticed yet?"

As the voice from the unknown realm approached, the air seemed to freeze, and everything around became blurred.

Hela instantly prepared for battle, her brows furrowing slightly as she warily surveyed her surroundings.

"Who are you?" She took two steps back, shielding her clueless, dimwitted brother behind her. "What do you mean by that?"

'

Who I am is not important—

"The important thing is your father—haven't you noticed how much he's changed?"

Hela frowned upon hearing this, as the voice rang out from all directions, making it impossible for her to pinpoint its source.

But she was still very annoyed by the provocation from that voice, saying, "The words of a cowardly person have no credibility whatsoever."

"Tsk tsk tsk—don't believe me?"

The voice seemed somewhat surprised upon hearing this, as if troubled by Hela's attitude.

"In a way, He is indeed your father, but have you ever considered that your father might just be a part of some other god—"

The next moment, the sound stopped abruptly.

Hela suddenly awoke, the world became clear again, and the noisy sounds echoed in her ears.

A slightly sinister-looking face appeared before him, his hand on his shoulder, looking at him with concern.

"What happened, Hela?"

Beside him, the burly young man also tensed up, gripping a warhammer wreathed in lightning.

Hela's eyes glazed over again, and she realized that she had unconsciously gripped her weapon.

"It's nothing, let's go back. Father is waiting for us." After a moment of silence, Hela shook her head, then handed the weapon to Loki and turned to walk towards the Rainbow Bridge mark.

She suspected that she had been bewitched by some powerful dimensional lord, and just to be on the safe side, she should return to her father's side and explain things to Him.

Seeing this, Thor suppressed his worries and followed.

Neither of them noticed that Loki did not follow immediately, but remained where he was.

He gripped the weapon Hela had given him, looked into the void to one side, saw hidden traces, his pupils glowed green, and his eyes turned unusually cold.

Meanwhile, in a corner of the universe.

"The Outer Gods have finally descended upon this place, and Chi has descended upon his own projection. I wonder what kind of impact this will have on the entire multiverse—"

In a mysterious rift beyond the universe, a bald man in a mysterious robe, his eyes glowing white, looked at Asgard beyond the crystal wall and shook his head with a sigh.

Ten thousand years ago, those people paid such a great price, yet they still couldn't stop the arrival of the Outer Gods, only delaying it by ten thousand years.

Just as the bald man in the mysterious space was feeling sentimental, he glanced out of the corner of his eye at the outside of the crystal wall and met a pair of eyes.

In an instant, he felt a long-lost chill run down his spine, "I've been discovered again—"