Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods

Chapter 236 The local demon god is too polite.

Hela's reaction puzzled Luneburg, who had never seen anyone so delighted by such a small thing.

Hela carefully held Gungnir in her palm, as if it were a treasure rather than a weapon, and her indifferent expression turned into undisguised joy.

Unable to comprehend this, Longbo strode past Hela, Loki, and Thor, heading straight towards the outside of the palace.

Upon seeing this, the three stood up and followed Xiu out of the palace.

At this point, the carefree Thor's attention returned to Lombre's changes.

"Father, why did you suddenly give up your magnificent beard?"

For Thor, war was nothing more than this. With the help of his three siblings and the massive army of Asgard, nothing could stop them even for a moment, so there was no need to be too nervous.

Thor was more curious about Lombard's changes than about the war. Hela and Loki were equally curious about this, so they both looked to their father, awaiting his answer.

Longbo stood at the edge of the palace, with endless Nordic-style buildings stretching before him, a bustling crowd, and a dazzling starry sky hanging in the distance.

He turned his head and glanced at Thor, who was grinning foolishly beside him, and Hela and Loki, whose faces were calm but couldn't hide their doubts. After a moment's thought, he made his decision.

Have you ever heard of the multiverse?

"We understand." The three nodded in unison.

Longbo used kind words, saying, "Every universe has Norse mythology, the legend of Asgard."

"Perhaps in other universes there is another Hela, Loki, and Thor, including me."

Upon hearing this, Loki's eyes flashed with understanding, and he said meaningfully, "We in every universe and we here are in different time and space, but the same mirror image."

"Every universe has other versions of us, but although our experiences, appearances, and even our essence are completely different, what does that have to do with what you're saying?"

Loki nodded, agreeing with Loki's statement, "You're right, strictly speaking, you in other universes are all your counterparts in other universes."

As Lombard finished speaking, Hela seemed to be deep in thought, while Thor was still grinning foolishly, but Lombard could tell that he hadn't quite grasped the situation yet.

Lumberjack gazed into the eyes of the three children, lingering for a moment on Loki, who was shrouded in the power of space and time, before finally changing the subject: "But I'm different."

Upon hearing this, the group was slightly taken aback.

Longbo didn't give them time to think, calmly stating, "The me you know, even Odin from all parallel universes, and other civilizations similar to me, are all part of 'me.'"

"Although we live in different universes, our connection with each other is beyond your imagination; all Odins are my projections."

"I can descend upon every Odin, do you understand what I mean?"

Faced with the three men's doubts, Uncle Long told them the truth: no matter what, he wouldn't stay long, and they would find out the truth sooner or later.

Therefore, Longbo had no intention of hiding it.

Of course, even if this matter exposed him, he had enough confidence to smooth things over, which was the source of his confidence in saying all this. As Longbo's voice fell, the three of them fell silent. Hela, recalling the remarks she had heard earlier, also fell silent.

Loki fell into thought, and combining Lombre's words with the changes in him, he gradually arrived at the answer.

Even the not-so-bright Thor gradually realized what Lombard was talking about.

The air was completely silent; even the sounds of the distant, bustling crowd seemed ethereal and indistinct. After a moment, Loki cautiously asked, "So, Father, you are the true form of Odin, the source behind all projections?"

Although they were far from that level as gods, they could still learn what kind of level it was through Longbo's description.

They could understand what Longbo meant.

Moreover, compared to Hela and Thor, Loki seemed to understand Lombard's words better and accepted the outcome more easily than he had imagined.

Lumberjack gazed at Loki, his eyes becoming profound, penetrating Loki's body, reaching deep into his soul and even his essence, seeing the faint green light deep within his soul, and finally understanding everything.

He answered: "I am not the real body, nor is your father; I have only descended with a portion of his power."

Loki nodded thoughtfully at the answer and then said nothing more.

Not far away, the white giant horse Sleipnir arrived, flapping its pure white wings, and headed straight towards Longbo.

Seeing that the three of them were deep in thought, Longbo thought for a moment, then stepped forward and patted them on the shoulder. "Perhaps you can't accept this, but that's okay. It's your own freedom."

"My projection won't last long; soon everything will return to normal."

After leaving those words, Lunapoleon climbed onto Sleipnir's back, took one last look at the children, and then rode off into the distance.

Only after Lombard's figure disappeared from their sight did Thor look at Hela and Loki with a puzzled expression, and asked in surprise, "So this is because our father obtained the power of other projections, which is why he regained his youthful appearance?"

"But why do I feel that, apart from his appearance, he hasn't changed much?"

In Thor's memory, the great god-king always looked very serious and indifferent to everything.

Therefore, in his eyes, there was no change in His words, actions, style, or attitude.

Loki glanced speechlessly at his goofy older brother, then smiled and said, "Of course. Father only received power and memories from the original body, not been replaced. How could the three of us feel like strangers?"

"You're right, aren't you, Hela?"

Hela didn't answer, but simply raised her head and, without changing her expression, punched both No-Brainer and Unhappy once each. "With a major battle imminent, what kind of talk is this, so relaxed and casual?"

"Come with me, I'll assign you tasks."

After leaving those words, Hela turned around decisively, looked at the guards standing in the distance, and ordered, "Summon the army, gather supplies, and call Valkyrie over."

The guard responded decisively, "Yes, Your Highness."

Hela stepped back into the palace, her head slightly lowered, her expression chillingly cold, making her look even more sinister.

"In other words, I may not be my father's only eldest daughter; there may be other versions of me in other universes—"

"In other universes, are there other versions of myself, trusted by my father, his sharp blade, and his trusted heir—?"

Hela's hands tightened slightly, her gaze revealing a hint of indifference. As a goddess, she naturally understood her father's words and knew what He meant.

Although she didn't know these things before, it didn't mean she couldn't accept them. What really caused her to have a violent emotional reaction was...

Since the great Father God is only one projection, there are countless versions of Him in countless universes.

So, what about the other Hela?

Initially, she never thought about those parallel universe versions of herself, nor did she think they had anything to do with her.

But now, she has learned that the fathers of other universes are essentially part of the same person. This means that other Hela, like herself—

Hela was filled with a myriad of thoughts, and finally came to a terrible conclusion.

"I am not the only person my father trusts."

She gazed into the void, as if seeing every version of herself in the endless universe, and said softly, "In other universes, there are many Hela, who stole my father's trust in me and destroyed my one and only—"

At that moment, an extreme thought arose in Hela's mind, and an emotion that should never have existed in a goddess arose—jealousy, jealousy of her other selves.

Thor followed Hela obliviously, completely unaware that something was amiss.

But Loki's eyes were flashing a faint green light as he looked at Hela's retreating figure, sensing something was wrong, as if he had seen a ghost—

Meanwhile, in a mysterious dimension located outside the real universe.

Clad in golden armor, the god-king rode an eight-legged winged horse, and Sleipnir stood tall in a dimension filled with decay.

With its arrival, this small dimension, situated between the major dimensions, trembled instantly.

As Longbo gazed at the world around him, a world seemingly woven from countless rotten flesh and black pus, a long-lost primal desire resurfaced in his eyes.

Xiu looked up at the corrupted planets of flesh and blood. They were subordinates of the Lord of this dimension, each the size of Earth, and composed entirely of decaying flesh, bones, and blood.

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Tentacles of flesh and blood, stretching tens of thousands of kilometers, continued to extend, and the planet's surface was covered with gaping maws, thousands of kilometers in size, with fangs standing out.

But these enormous, fleshy planets, upon sensing Longbo's arrival, were terrified by countless living beings and scattered in all directions as if they had seen a ghost.

As for their master, the former dimensional lord, he fled the moment he realized what was happening, abandoning the entire dimension without hesitation.

Faced with this gift from nature, Longbo had no reason to let it pass by. After expressing his gratitude to the original owner, he accepted it with a smile.

Its body, originally only the size of a mortal, expanded instantly, becoming like a galaxy in moments, churning with black pus and blood.

The wriggling, fleeing flesh and blood seemed insignificant at that moment.

Under the watchful eyes of countless morbid beings with only faint consciousness, the figure that occupied almost the entire dimension transformed into primordial, formless chaos.

He opened his blood-red maw, like an endless darkness pressing down on the entire dimension, swallowing everything into the boundless darkness.

As the boundless phantom took a bite, the entire dimension was instantly devoured, and countless laws of decay and disease were digested and transformed into the chaotic power contained within Longbo himself.

This scene was clearly displayed between the dimensions, in the eyes of the fleeing dimensional lord, a scene that filled this dimensional lord, who had once cast a shadow over humanity in a certain period of history, with a mixture of anger and fear.

This dimensional lord, resembling a bloated, decaying corpse, stood at the edge of the Dark Dimension and the Crimson Dimension.

As the colossal phantom chewed on what was once its own dimension, pus and blood streamed from its whitish eyes, and its decaying, rotting vocal cords roared in resentment: "Odin!!!"

Decaying, lifeless, a sound that seemed capable of eroding the planet itself echoed across countless dimensions, attracting the attention of many beings.

This naturally included the new master of this decaying dimension. The crouching, chaotic shadow cast its gaze, precisely locking onto the bloated, rotting corpse, its eyes revealing the most primal desires of a living being.

The decaying corpse, once a human wizard, instantly calmed down upon seeing that look and quickly regretted his roar.

He could naturally see that there was a primal desire in those eyes, a desire called "food."

The rotting corpse saw it; the abominable Odin swiftly digested the decaying dimension, his gaze locking onto it. The crouching shadow moved slowly, its target clear.

"!!"

The rotting corpse, now appearing as if it were alive, was terrifying and embarked on its escape route once more.

At this moment, He was reminded of the active thoughts He had during His human days, though they were all unspeakable profanities.

"Damn Odin!"

"Shameless Odin, greedy Odin!"

"He doesn't resemble a mythical god at all!!"

The corpse didn't understand. It wasn't that it hadn't heard of Odin, the mythical god who was famous throughout the real universe, sweeping across the stars and kicking dimensions.

But now He appears even more wicked than himself; how can He be considered a mythical god?!

He dared not linger for a moment, moving towards smaller dimensions similar to himself, passing through these dimensions amidst the curses of the dimensional lords.

"Better to die than to die myself," the Corpse thought. Knowing that Odin would catch up with him sooner or later, he decided to guide the beings of other dimensions to buy him time, thus giving him a chance to escape.

Longbo, who had transformed into the shadow of chaos, naturally saw through his thoughts and was pleased to see it.

Longbo made no resistance to these dimensions blocking his way, accepting them with a smile and devouring them one by one.

During this period, Longbo's power continued to grow, and all kinds of pollution and corruption had no effect on this chaotic god.

Gradually, an astonishing scene unfolded across countless dimensions.

More and more dimensional lords were tricked and fell into the corpse's clutches. They broke through their defenses and, while fleeing for their lives, they continued to condemn and curse the corpse.

Behind them, the chaotic shadow continued to expand, devouring dimension after dimension, yet its speed did not slow down at all, keeping up with its prey at a leisurely pace.

They wished they could tear this rotting corpse apart on the spot, the one that had ruined them, caused them to lose their territory, and made them prey.

They also tried to communicate with the chaotic shadows that Odin had embodied, but without exception, all they received were gazes filled with primal hunger.

The dimensional lords gradually felt despair, realizing they could not escape, until one after another extremely powerful will descended upon this place.

The chaotic shadow that Longbo had transformed into stopped, looking with considerable surprise at the descending wills around him, taking in their identities.

The master of the Dark Dimension, Dormammu, the Lord of Fear and Darkness, and his relative Umar.

Mephisto, the uncrowned monarch from the Hell dimension, and Blackheart, the eldest son of Sleeve.

A nightmare from the dimension of nightmares.

The Great Old One, Shuma-Golas, also known as the Eye Demon, is Doctor Strange's later nemesis.

And finally, Cyttorak, one of the strongest dimensional lords, from the Crimson Dimension Universe, and the source of the Juggernaut's power.

These gazes, fixed on the shadow of the chaotic god before them, contained curiosity and scrutiny, but did not convey any obvious hostility.

A myriad of wills, carrying grand and profound voices, echoed across endless dimensions, pointing directly at the prostrate shadow of the chaotic deity before them.

Welcome!

"Outer Gods—"

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