Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods.

Only by seeing it with one's own eyes can one know what kind of existence the Titans are. This is what the ancient people of China called Lord Ye's love of dragons.

A sudden sound pierced the sky, and Mothra's voice, like a baby's babbling, echoed across the entire sea. The highly penetrating sound waves swept across the sky, scattering the clouds, which were then swept away by the shockwave.

The extremely penetrating sound shattered the bulletproof glass of the aircraft dozens of kilometers away. People covered their ears in pain, and the aircraft teetered on the brink of collapse.

The rolling sound waves transformed into a high-frequency sound wave that spread throughout the world, reaching every corner of the earth.

In an instant, pairs of eyes across the Earth slowly opened, and the long-dormant Titans received the information carried within the sound waves.

If translated into human language, it would be just a short line: "The King Returns."

Almost immediately, an even deeper sound wave rippled out again, confirming the Titans' suspicions.

Deep in Siberia, a colossal, silvery-white beast, its body gleaming with mountain-like crystals, rose from the depths of the snowstorm. Its thick, long tail extended, and its head faced the western Pacific Ocean, its intelligent eyes gleaming with a faint joy.

In the middle layer, Lidor, who had been watching the ripples in the air, turned to look into the distance. After a moment of silence, he turned and left. The thing on the other side had already passed through here, so there was no point in staying any longer.

In the Congo River in Africa, a giant crocodile bursts through the river, letting out a celebratory roar. Although it doesn't know who this strange, ancient Titan is, its bloody experience tells it that anything older than itself is not to be trifled with.

Tiamat's daughter peeked out from her mother's lair, her gaze fixed on the western Pacific Ocean, offering no response. Xiangliu, hiding deep in the Arctic Ocean, shrank back a few times, seemingly indifferent.

Apophis, the Chaos Serpent of the Sahara Desert, along with Sekhmet, the Lioness, Rodan and his son on the volcanic island, the fiery behemoth slumbering in Changbai Mountain, and the Yamata no Orochi of the island nation, all roared simultaneously.

At the same moment, almost all the awakened Titans responded with celebration, welcoming the return of the ancient Alpha, which had been silent for millennia.

The appearance of the Titans sent chills down the spines of humanity worldwide. Their towering, mountain-like forms and terrifying, oppressive appearances rekindled the fear of being dominated by these colossal beasts.

Stunning reports of Titan sightings are emerging from all over the world; they are not only slumbering in the wilderness, but also leaving traces on the outskirts of cities.

Planetary defense forces from various regions were mobilized urgently, using a variety of war weapons to surround Titan. Various weapons that had killed monsters were pre-aimed, ready to open fire at the slightest sign of trouble.

The United Human Government was startled by this astonishing commotion and deployed a variety of hidden weapons.

The conference room at the top floor was now filled with smoke, and the high-ranking human officials felt a headache coming on as they looked at the dense red dots on the world map.

Although Monarchy has searched for decades and found many traces of Titans based on myths and ancient legends, they only account for about a third of the total number shown in the images before us.

Humanity previously believed it had tracked down all the Titans, but little did it know that a large number of Titans were still lurking right under their noses.

This astonishing scene made the united human government hesitant to act rashly. Although humanity had faced greater crises before, it had never encountered such a massive number of enormous creatures at once.

Humanity is confident that it can annihilate the Titans, but that is based on the premise that the number of Titans is what they know and that they can be annihilated in batches.

Faced with this situation, they suddenly realized that they absolutely could not act rashly. The Titans had scattered, which meant that it would be much more difficult to annihilate them, and that humanity was at risk of being destroyed at any time.

The current situation was giving them a headache, but at that moment, the fleet and satellite monitoring departments in the western Pacific issued another warning at the same time.

They made a startling discovery: a shadow is slowly rising in the western Pacific Ocean, stretching for thousands of kilometers, and has already triggered earthquakes and tsunamis of varying magnitudes around the world.

A few seconds later, the scene there was clearly displayed before their eyes.

"... "

In the western Pacific Ocean, the sea was now trembling and shaking like water in a basin, with warships swaying on the churning surface.

Waves crashed against the steel hull, the undulating sea causing the warship to emit a piercing groan, and cracks appeared, threatening to break apart and sink at any moment.

Just when people were in despair, red figures descended from the sky. Enpat, with hopeful eyes, gently raised his hand and used his Ultra Telekinesis to lift the nearby ships, preventing them from sinking.

Enpat stood still in the sky, his eyes piercing through the sea, seeing something rising. His gaze became unfocused; the king of the deep sea had been resurrected and returned.

People gradually recovered from their despair, gazing at the sea with lingering fear, but before they could fully recover, another strange change occurred.

Clusters of shadows appeared on the sea before them, rising rapidly amidst the surging waves. They broke through the surface with overwhelming force, their bluish-black "tentacles" extending out, stained with seawater, gleaming with a steely translucence in the sunlight.

The black shadow, resembling a tentacle, is over 100 meters in diameter, and its length and mass rising from the deep sea are immeasurable.

The people on the warship gripped the railings tightly, but when they saw the true appearance of the thing that was still rising in front of them, they couldn't help but widen their eyes.

Their bluish-black appearance, sparse green leaves, and wood grain stained with seawater all attest to their true nature.

"These are... vines, branches?!"

Exclamations arose from the warships as they all recognized the tentacle-like nature of these creatures. Looking up, they saw similar vines breaking through the sea surface every few thousand meters, swaying and winding like tentacles, reaching towards the sky.

Dense vines cover the entire western Pacific Ocean, appearing in satellite images as if a layer of dark blue velvet has been laid on the azure sea, beneath which even deeper outlines continue to rise.

The sea level was lifted up by it, flowing in all directions, forming a tremendous tsunami that spread throughout the world.

The flood peak almost reached the clouds. If it were to affect the mainland, it would cause unimaginable disaster and another mass extinction.

In the sky, Mothra gazed at the scene before it, its joy gradually fading. It couldn't understand why the returning king would do such a thing.

When it made a sound again, but there was no response as it had ten thousand years ago, it gradually realized something, and its huge head revealed a human-like expression.

Although its king has been resurrected, it seems that it has not yet regained its senses and only has crude instincts.

The earth-shattering waves were moving at their fastest speed, and humans had no time to react. The first wave had already touched the outline of the continent, and the churning tsunami was already in the sight of the coastal people.

However, just as despair and terror cast a shadow over people's hearts, rays of light rose from the magnificent statues deep within each continent.

In the heart of Mount Tai, tourists stood frozen in place, staring down at their phones at the news of the world's strange changes, their faces filled with fear and unease, their pupils dilated in shock, utterly bewildered.

A dazzling light rose up, attracting the attention of everyone present, causing them to instinctively look up and gaze toward the source of the light.

Atop the magnificent statue, a dazzling and warm light had risen from nowhere. In this radiant light, they seemed to see a towering human figure, as if walking from ancient times, with its head slightly bowed, and two pairs of parallel eyes reflected in people's eyes, revealing an epic chapter that has been worshipped and passed down by people for generations.

People seemed to see ancient humans solemnly worshipping before the statue, offering lavish sacrifices in hopes of receiving a response; everything made them feel as if they were there.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, a beam of light shot out, passing over their heads and disappearing into the distance.

All of this happened right before their eyes, bringing them an extreme sense of awe, as if it were a miracle.

In Europe, Asia, and Africa, similar scenes unfolded in every sacrificial city, with flashing lights passing over each city along the way, illuminating people's dim vision and almost instantly halting the waves.

The previously restless Titans also sensed this and fell silent, as if they had received some kind of command, standing still in place.

Golden barriers rise along the coastlines of every continent, colliding with the oncoming waves and creating a deafening roar.

The white waves seemed like a high wall dividing the world. The roar of the surging waves and the pale scene pierced through pairs of dull and desperate eyes, deeply engraving themselves in the hearts of the coastal people, leaving their minds almost blank.

By the time they came to their senses, the overwhelming tsunami had already collapsed, receding at a speed many times faster than the sound, restoring the sea level to its previous level.

The light then converged, focusing towards the depths of the sea, restoring everything in its path to its original state, even calming the tsunami that reached the clouds.

The dark shadows rising from the depths of the sea also appeared in the sky, exposed to the warships floating in the sky and the satellites that were gradually converging towards the sky.

As the light faded, a magnificent continent was revealed to the people on the satellite and warship, covered with traces of seawater erosion, with vines piercing through it as if they were the culprits that had lifted it up.

Whether it was the warships nearby or people who saw this scene through satellites, one name invariably came to mind.

Atlantis.

The ancient civilization of Atlantis, which is said to possess amazing technology and a prosperous culture, has many legends about its origins, but its fate is surprisingly consistent: it sank into the sea.

People once thought it was just a legend, but in recent years, they have discovered clues that it actually exists.

Before they could investigate further, this mysterious land appeared before them without warning, even bringing with it a cataclysmic disaster.

The satellite's perspective is constantly adjusted and refreshed, rapidly revealing the details of this continent to humankind.

Soon, clear images appeared on the screen, showing the gray-brown continent covered with traces of seawater erosion and bearing the marks of time.

Even so, people can still see traces of battle on this continent.

The entire continent seems to be pieced together by giant vines, and the traces of the splicing are still clearly visible, with countless ravines crisscrossing it.

The craters created by the explosion and the high-temperature jets became smoother under the erosion of the seawater. The entire continent bears traces of high-temperature melting, and many areas resemble cooled rivers of lava, covered with obsidian and limestone.

In many corners of this continent, traces of civilization still remain, with ruins and obvious man-made weapons. Even after ten thousand years, they have not completely disappeared, and one can still vaguely see the former prosperity.

The scene that unfolded before their eyes silenced them. The people in the conference room were all elites; even a fleeting glimpse of a detail was enough for them to know the astonishing level of prosperity of this civilization.

Whether it's the vast architectural ruins that are highly similar to modern humans, the scattered decaying machines and weapons, or the Titan remains lying across the continent, they all tell them how powerful Atlantis was.

Yet this very civilization was destroyed by the Titans' immense power, bringing to mind a fact they had overlooked.

Humans are not the masters of the Earth.

Titans were the true rulers of Earth's long history.

"... "

Mothra, hovering in the sky, flew towards the center of the continent and disappeared from people's sight.

Enpat landed his ship on this long-lost continent, his gaze piercing through the forest-like vines as he stared into the distance, his milky-white eyes flashing with memories.

He fought here, alongside the Titans, and paid a bloody price for it.

He had witnessed Sir Raton's furious display after his partner's death, charging fearlessly toward Zetton.

One by one, the Titans charged toward the golden super monster, only to be brutally killed by the three-headed dragon.

The king of the deep sea bravely fought against it, determined to perish together with the super monster, melting into itself and sinking into the deep sea along with the entire continent.

Even now, that king has been resurrected and returned, and has gained a new and more powerful form.

Enpat's gaze pierced through the vast distance and saw the Titan gradually rising along with the giant trees and vines.

Suddenly, Enpat remembered something and turned to look at another spot. During the great war, he had saved many humans and placed them in shelters.

He fell into a deep sleep after that war, and when he was awakened, he followed other warriors into space. He has only been back on Earth for a short time now.

His somewhat guilty and nervous gaze swept over that spot in his memory, but when he felt the life force emanating from there, he felt relieved.

The atomic titan Dagon rose from the sea and set foot on this continent once more, heading towards the direction of the king's return. In the nearby Netherworld tunnel, Godzilla II leaped out of the sea and swam rapidly toward the top of the continent, which was supported by countless vines.

At this very moment, the king who lifted this continent and brought it back to the world of the sea also returned in full force.

Flower buds, resembling mountain ranges, rise from a passage scorched open thousands of years ago, piercing the continent and appearing in the air amidst flying debris and muddy dust.

The deep blue flower buds were exposed to the air, while the broken debris thrown high around them fell like raindrops, landing on the muddy ground. The splashed soil stained the flower buds and roots, covering them with a layer of mud.

The earth rose and shattered, as the plant roots that rose from the core of the earth occupied this land, undulating around the flower buds like a winding, vast dragon.

The air fell silent, and an invisible ripple spread throughout the world. The Titans' eyes flickered slightly, and the Ancients recalled the posture of their former kings.

The creatures, which had become frantic and terrified due to the mutation, fell silent. The entire silence was so profound that it seemed as if only the sound of the wind and the surging waves remained.

A lithe figure appeared atop a nearby vine, her dark skirt swaying slightly, her long, pale hair fluttering in the wind, revealing a single eye beneath one horn. Her right eye revealed a vertical pupil, as if something was watching everything through it.

The azure bud at the center of Atlantis slowly unfolded, each petal falling naturally with the leaping of wisps of charged particles and dark energy.

As the petals peeled away, the mountain-like outline inside the bud gradually became clear, accompanied by a deep sound, like the roar of thunder.

The surging electric field flickered as the petals fell, crisscrossing and spreading around, landing on the vines, and resounding with the roar of colliding steel. Strands of lightning spread throughout the continent along the root system, immersing the entire continent in the electric field.

“Weng…Weng…”