Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods.

"So you've finally decided to compete for the Star Cup?"

As the voice of the strongest god, Artesius, fell, the expressions of all the intelligent beings on the battlefield changed.

Artesius, the God of War, is known to all intelligent beings in this world as a powerful deity who feeds on hatred of war and bloodshed, and who floats above the world without any concealment, allowing his minions to greedily hunt down other races.

His power is unparalleled, even among powerful deities, a commanding lead. For Him, the world consists of only Himself and "others"—two simple power levels.

At this moment, an existence that He perceived as being equal to Him, or even more powerful than Him, appeared, thus attracting His attention.

Artesu descended before the Winged One, ignoring the thousands of eyes watching him, his gaze fixed solely on the towering figure that seemed to reach the heavens.

“Truly… a formidable opponent that excites me.”

The God of War gazed at Mara, his emotions overflowing without any attempt to conceal them, which surprised the Skywing race behind him, who initially thought they had misheard.

But in the eyes of the God of War, the new god before him was indeed an enemy capable of making him feel defeated.

Although the essence of the god of war gave Him power surpassing Mara, He had a premonition from the beginning that He would lose, but that was nothing of great importance.

This was something He had always wanted to do. Moreover, it was better to be defeated by the strong than by the weak.

With the arrival of the God of War, the negative emotions that had been shrouding the Skywing race instantly vanished, and their eyes regained their clarity and normalcy.

Somewhere in the sea of ​​fire on the surface, Jibril, who had lost consciousness and shrunk to the size of a child, was pulled away by an invisible force, flying past Mara and straight into the interior of Abantheim.

Mara ignored this action and allowed Artes to take his men away.

After all, during the time when humans gathered together, Altshu not only did not cause trouble, but also ordered his henchmen to suppress their ferocity and help humans open a safe path.

Since Arthas was able to go to such lengths for someone he had never met and who could threaten his existence.

So Mara naturally wouldn't interfere with the God of War saving the Skywing race, which he considered insignificant.

As Artesius gazed at Mara, Mara's attention also fell upon him.

Altshu was an extremely burly man, almost twice the size of an average person, with a strong physique, a thick beard, and a hairstyle typical of a powerful man.

Unlike the Skywing species, it did not have a halo above its head, but had eighteen wings on its back that spread out in the sky. Its mere presence made the dragon spirits around Mara tremble, their scales bristling like hair.

Regin Levi whispered, "This is Altshu, the strongest monster. Even the Dragon of the End was defeated by Him. The Skywing Species is a killing weapon created by Him using Himself as a template."

"But if you and I join forces, I believe it's not impossible to defeat Him."

Upon hearing this, Mara's gaze first swept over the Winged Race members in the distance, each one as beautiful as an angel, before returning to Altshu.

It's hard to believe that this bald, muscular man, Wu Ke, could create a group of flawlessly beautiful angel girls by using himself as a template.

Obviously, the so-called template does not include appearance.

Under Regin Levi's gaze, Mara did not turn around, but calmly replied, "Join forces? I don't remember saying I would join forces with you to deal with the God of War."

"... "

Reginlevie paused, focusing entirely on defense, preparing to antagonize Mara, then replied incredulously, "Our alliance..."

Mara interrupted her, "What I promised you was only an alliance, not a joint effort."

Reginlevy fell silent upon hearing this, unable to respond.

She had initially thought that Mara was going to break the agreement before the battle and bar his fangs at the dragon spirits, but she hadn't expected that her idea was completely unnecessary; He simply wanted to fight the God of War alone.

"**, another lunatic."

Regin Levi cursed his bad luck, saying that the Dragon King was like this before, and now Mara is doing the same thing. They have a little strength and they want to fight the God of War one-on-one. They must be tired of living.

But before she could stop it, the huge silhouette beside her had vanished, and opposite her, Altshu's trail had also disappeared, driving her mad.

Below, the sea of ​​fire surged, and one after another, vengeful souls crawled out, gazing up at the sky.

The moment the two divine species disappeared, the war began again, with the icy Skywing species launching an offensive against the Dragon Spirits, Goblins, and Forest Spirits.

The goblin and forest elf species, which had been attacked, launched a simultaneous counterattack, and violent explosions rang out again. Crimson Nielbaren, whose "Dao Heart" had collapsed, had no choice but to return to the command position.

This time, however, her goal was no longer to kill Mara and the God of Forging, or to defeat other intelligent beings, but to bring as many of her kind as possible back to the forest.

Faced with the attack from the Skywing race, she immediately adopted the posture of Void Zero Protection firing again as a deterrent, unleashing the full firepower of her other weapons.

Meanwhile, after leaving behind the orders to fight, Reginlev spread his wings to search for Mara and the God of War.

Although she was speechless, she couldn't ignore it.

Mara may not care about humans fighting one-on-one with the God of War, but Reginlev cannot. There are only so many dragon spirits, and they cannot withstand the God of War's purge.

Just as she was about to leave, a wave of elven energy emanating from the gods brought her back to her senses, and this familiar power silenced her.

"The God of Forging..."

Regin Levi narrowed his dragon eyes slightly, staring at the seemingly kind and robust god before him. His tone gradually became dangerous, and his voice was as terrifying as a demon.

"You...you're going to stop me?"

Regin Levi's former collaborator, the God of Forging, nodded slightly, "Ah, there's nothing we can do about it."

"The God of Vengeance has shown his desire to obtain the Star Grail, but the God of War has never had any desire to obtain it."

“If the God of War wins this battle,” the God of Forging said, gazing at the Dragon King before him, “then I will still have a chance to obtain the Star Cup.”

"Therefore, I cannot let you pass."

The God of Forging also has his own ambitions regarding the Star Grail, wanting to become the One and Only God. Therefore, for Him, the best outcome would be for the God of War, who does not want the Star Grail, to win.

"... "

Regin Levi was furious; his current partner was busy fighting the God of War one-on-one.

However, her previous business partner stood in her way, refusing to provide support herself, which made her feel like she was being plagued by all sorts of troubles.

But the outcome wouldn't change because of her anger; she could only regain her composure and launch an attack on the forging god before her.

"destroy."

Regin Levi uttered a single word, and the dragon's words resonated throughout the world, almost as if his words were law.

In an instant, the elves near the God of Forging gathered and exploded, the rising flames evaporated the dark clouds that shrouded the entire battlefield, and time and space trembled under her words.

But this attack clearly had no effect on the God of Forging; he was only slightly disheveled in terms of clothing, and otherwise suffered no major damage.

He silently reached out his hand to his former collaborator, and the world responded to his will. The entire sky resounded with the roar of a forging hammer striking steel, and an invisible force reshaped this space, hammering the Dragon King as a rough blank.

"Get out!" the enraged Dragon King Reijin Levi roared, the rolling sound waves sweeping across the entire space-time shattering and tearing open a huge gap. The space reshaped under the authority of the gods was banished to the end of time.

"If you push me too far, I'll pierce through your very essence and send you back to the Elven Corridor to stay there again."

Regin Levi was furious. His enormous dragon claws extended across time and space, grabbing the unsuspecting God of Forging and throwing him into the gap between time and space.

But the next second, the spacetime dimensions above this planet were torn apart, and the voice of the God of Forging came.

"Perhaps I will break through your defenses, allowing the power to reverberate in your timeline and kill you."

The God of Forging returned to this world evolved from the Star Cup, appearing before the Dragon King, following the voice.

“At least,” Regin Levi sneered, having anticipated this, “I will take you with me with me before I die, unless you can dodge my Roar.”

The God of Forging did not answer. He was indeed not confident. The Dragon Essence's Roar was essentially a final blow delivered at the cost of life, and it was not easy to dodge.

Even the machine-type creatures could only deflect the Dragon King's dying roar at a great cost.

Regin Levi's gaze grew increasingly hostile. He opened his mouth, preparing to retaliate again in dragon language, but his attention was drawn to a loud noise coming from the sky.

The entire world was drawn by the deafening roar; the battlefield seemed to freeze for a moment as everyone looked up at the sky.

The aftershocks of the unknown attack spread outwards, crashing against the planet's atmosphere like a tsunami, tearing the sky apart at one point. The thin atmosphere dissipated, and eerie auroras hung high in the sky like canyon-like fissures.

"Is this... the aftermath of their battle?" the God of Forging murmured, gazing at the crumbling atmosphere.

Upon seeing this, both the Dragon King and the Divine Race instantly realized that the God of War and Mara had already ventured deep into space to engage in battle.

In the distance, the Skywing race gazed at the wound torn in the sky and let out an astonishing cheer.

But the chief individual, Azriel, recalled the words left behind by her master and felt a vague unease.

She took a deep breath and chose to merge with Abantheim to quickly end the battle.

...

In the starry sky at the edge of the sun, Mara and the god of war Arthas engaged in an astonishing duel.

The commotion caused by their battle disrupted the omnipresent radiation and magnetic fields of the starry sky, and the meteorites and small celestial bodies surrounding them crumbled under the impact.

The Moonlit Race, who lived on the moon, clearly observed the battle between the two divine races. The terrifying scale and aftershocks made them feel as if the end of the world was coming.

The sea of ​​stars boiled at that moment, and the various planets scattered in the central galaxy of this universe were deflected from their orbits by the great power of the two gods.

The two beams of light moved backward and stopped in the void, facing each other from afar. The surging spiritual energy spread and transformed into golden and blackish-purple light and shadow that obscured the starry sky.

Endless stars lie beside them, radiating boundless light and heat, while solar storms constantly rage across their surfaces.

Mara held his habitually used spear in his hand, his gaze falling on the god of war, his eyes revealing a look of surprise, as if he had been taken aback by God.

That small body in his eyes possessed the power to pierce through many planets side by side with a single blow.

The surging elves around him seemed to fill an entire starry sky, making him a completely different level of existence compared to the Forest God, the Forging God, and even the Dragon King.

At this moment, the God of War was superior to him in every aspect, making Mara feel extremely troubled.

Indeed, in any world, those who are called the strongest are not joking.

Of course, the strongest in the One Piece world is an exception; the title of strongest in that world is really given out in bulk.

The God of War stood majestically in the starry sky, holding a scythe in one hand, surrounded by eighteen black-purple elves with wings on his back, his eyes shining brightly.

As the strongest being, He had not encountered a powerful enemy for a long time after killing the Dragon King, let alone a powerful enemy that could make His power expand again.

He gazed at Mara and asked, his words filled with passion and fervor, "You are a god from another world, aren't you?"

"That's right, you can also call me an Outer God."

Mara did not refute, but leaped up, his spear wreathed in flames of vengeance, as if a sun were hanging on its blade, the intense heat melting the meteors in its path.

Before the attack even arrived, the terrifying heatwave swept in, causing the starry sky to boil. It clashed violently with the War God's Scythe, unleashing astonishing shockwaves.

The ethereal fluctuations touched the surface of the star, causing the corona to tremble and the solar storm to intensify. Crimson "tentacles" extended into the starry sky, radiating heat waves as they swept past the two locked in a stalemate, devouring large swaths of planetary debris.

“When the dragon was defeated, it prophesied.” Altshu’s eyes pierced through the clashing weapons and the two-colored elven abilities, revealing a bold smile: “I will be defeated by the weak, a weakling as insignificant as dust.”

"This world will never again give birth to an existence that can rival me. Therefore, from the moment you were born, I already knew that you came from another world."

"Crack..."