Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods.

As the petals decrease, the electrical potential in the air gradually increases, and the field of charged particles converges, weaving into a ring with a diameter of one kilometer at the top of the flower bud, with electric light jumping and flashing.

The scene that came into view surprised Longbo, who was watching all this through the priestess's eyes. He knew that Godzilla would be resurrected, and that this was due not only to the help of the Earth's will but also to the contribution of his own psychic energy.

But He didn't expect that the will of Earth would actually copy the ability of charged particle fields to Godzilla.

"... "

The azure field of charged particles suddenly contracted, transforming into a charged particle cannon at the top of the flower bud, piercing through the remaining petals and igniting them with violent energy.

A dazzling barrage of charged particles illuminated the sky, tearing through the atmosphere and shooting straight into deep space, leaving behind energy that was imprinted on the atmosphere, creating a charged particle storm.

The violent energy fluctuations alerted human detection satellites, and piercing alarms echoed from base to base. The astronomical energy output per second silenced everyone in the monitoring room.

The torrent of energy dissipated, illuminating Godzilla's body. With the blessing of Earth's will, the resurrected Godzilla gained a new form and power.

Its remaining brain tissue and cells, which melted away ten thousand years ago, burned through the earth's surface, cooled, and fell into the forest, merged with the carnivorous forest that had no self-awareness, forming its current height of over three hundred meters and immeasurable weight.

Godzilla's entire body is composed of plants. Its indestructible scales have disappeared, replaced by bluish-black plant skin, with clearly visible muscle lines.

Its body, over 300 meters long, is heavy and robust. Its dorsal fin, resembling a rugged mountain peak combined with a sharp blade, extends to the end of its thick, long tail, where streaks of lightning crackle.

Its arms were rather short, but its feet were unusually thick, and its head was unusually large, as if it could swallow a Titan whole.

Today's Godzilla can be considered a true agent of the planet's will, not much different from the planet's will itself.

Godzilla unleashed a terrifying breath to announce its return, and a torrent of azure rays swept through the atmosphere along with its roar and rising storm.

At the horizon, the atomic titan Dagon and Godzilla II walked over the steel-hard vines and giant trees to Godzilla. Mothra fell from the sky, stood on the vines, spread his wings, and roared in unison with the atomic titan.

The Titans around the world sensed the sound and raised their heads, letting out roars in response. Rolling sound waves swept across the Earth, and even humans could feel this almost domineering roar.

The roar of the Titans, born in ancient times, echoed like a distant memory, striking the proud hearts of humankind like a meteorite.

A series of roars intertwined, as if proclaiming to the world who is truly favored on this planet.

At this moment, all of humanity realized that they were not the masters of the Earth; they were merely beings who had been ignored by the ancients and who briefly dominated the world while the ancients slept.

Minutes later, a massive torrent swept across the cosmos, tearing through one side of the giant planet Saturn, creating countless fissures, and hurling the remains of the entire magnificent continent into space amidst a violent explosion.

...

In a university in the Aurora region, a witch, maintaining an aged appearance and teaching in place of someone else, strolled idly through the campus while everyone else was panting in a daze.

The witch of Kirieloid still held a rather indifferent view of humanity. She showed little interest in the resurrected monster in the distance, since no matter how strong it was, it was still just so-so.

Although her own strength was only average, her host was incredibly strong, which, in a sense, made her incredibly strong as well, so there was nothing to fear.

Although she obtained her host's power by luck, strength is strength, regardless of its source.

She stepped across the corridor, ignoring the blank stares and heavy breathing of the humans around her, but suddenly sensed something and turned to look.

A figure was standing on the opposite bank of the artificial lake, staring at him expressionlessly. He was wearing a suit, had a young face, and his hair was slicked back.

The man stared at the witch, coldly uttering a single word that resonated with spiritual power: "Traitor."

The Kirieloid witch paused for a moment, then realized something and muttered to herself, "They...have returned too?"

These cold words, coupled with familiar emotional fluctuations, proved his identity: a Kyrielord.

At this moment, a question arose in the witch's mind: how did they break through the barrier and return to this world?

But soon, she shook her head, ignoring her fellow human beings, and left with light steps, clutching her lesson preparation book.

However, the Kirieloids, like ghosts, lingered at a distance from her, gradually losing control of their anger at the betrayal of their own kind.

"A traitor who betrayed the gods of Kyrielord, a pitiful lamb who has gone astray."

The witch nodded indifferently, as if agreeing with her kind: "Yes, you're right."

"Humph…"

Upon hearing this, the Kirieloid grew even more enraged, unable to contain his fury any longer. Veins bulged on his forehead as he roared through gritted teeth, "You damned traitor, do you know what you've done?!"

The witch regained her original appearance, glanced at the faces of her kind again, raised an eyebrow, and asked in confusion, "What did I do?"

"... "

Seeing the witch's genuine confusion and complete ignorance, Kirieloid was stunned, then became even more agitated, roaring deafeningly.

"Damn traitor, ignorant savage!"

"You traitor who directed the evil god's gaze towards the gods of Kirieloid, how dare you shamelessly forget this?!"

Kirielold was trembling with rage, his face flushed and contorted with rage. He would never forget the scene that day when that pale, sharp claw tore through the crack and entered their territory.

The planet that had been purified by the gods of Kirieloid was instantly covered in snow, and spacetime froze. The entire star system was covered in frost and was extremely cold.

The ruler of the polar night devoured the gods, who were spiritual beings, as greedily as if they were drinking water, and those desperate faces were still clearly displayed in his mind.

The gods were forced to merge and fight back, but to no avail, and were still quickly devoured. It was only when the warriors performed an unprecedented second fusion that they succeeded and gained the power to hinder Him. However, this could only prevent the being from descending, but could not repel Him.

In the end, the gods of Kirieloid paid a terrible price: 30% of the gods were devoured, less than a third escaped the planet, and the rest became food supplies for the Old Night rulers.

When the gods of Kirieloid learned that all of this was caused by a witch who had been left on Earth transforming into a Balrog warrior and participating in the battle against the evil god.

The surviving gods were furious, wishing they could tear them apart and use their souls as lamp wicks to burn for tens of thousands of years. The gods all swore to make this traitor and the savage who had tricked the gods of Kirielod pay the price.

"You mean this?" The witch paused for a moment, then casually remarked, "I had almost forgotten about it. That guy actually came looking for you? I thought he was just joking, or that he had forgotten."

The witch suddenly realized that the evil god had indeed said to remember his race.

At the time, she was terrified, fearing that her people and evil gods would come after her and settle scores. She lived in fear for nearly a thousand years, but as her backer, the priestess, became more and more powerful, the witch stopped caring at all.

The priestess was her patron, and Longbo was the priestess's patron; in effect, Longbo was her patron. Thus, the witch lived a carefree life, living it out from ancient times to the present.

Choice is more important than effort; she even felt that reconciling with the priestess was the best decision she ever made.

If we stayed on the side of the Kyrielords, we'd probably risk our lives for a million years and still not be able to live such a carefree life.

"... "

Upon hearing this, the Kirieloid, who was furious to the extreme, actually laughed out of anger, his eyes twitching uncontrollably.

But he quickly regained his composure, coldly staring at the witch, and said in a flat tone, "Forget it, when our newest fusion warriors take over this world, you and that savage will face reckoning."

The witch turned and continued on her way, casually waving her hand, "Okay, whatever you want."

However, the next second, the voice of the Kirieloid came again, "We will transform in front of that statue that embodies ecological balance, destroy the statue, trample him underfoot to humiliate him, and also as punishment for him."

"We will go there and declare to the people of this world that we are the gods they should worship!"

"... "

"What did you say?"

The witch turned stiffly, looking at the Kirieloid with an incredulous expression.

The Kirieloid sneered, raising his arms high: "We will desecrate His statue and become the new god!"

Then he saw the witch behave strangely, so strangely that it frightened him.

The witch seemed to have found something amusing; her pale face trembled uncontrollably, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, then the curve widened.

She... smiled.

Chapter 188 False God

"Hehehe... Hahahaha!"

The witch's grin became uncontrollable; unable to suppress her expression, she burst into unrestrained laughter that echoed through the breathless campus.

She never imagined she would witness such a hilarious event, especially one involving her own people.

It felt like exercising all day on a hot summer day and then gulping down a big gulp of Coke.

Opposite her, the Kirieloid, seeing the witch's madness, gradually felt his fear dissipate and was ashamed of his own fear. He couldn't accept that he had been afraid of this traitor.

"You damned traitor, you really went mad after betraying the gods," the Kirieloid sneered.

He glanced coldly at the witch, then turned to leave. Now was not the time to deal with this traitor. Once the gods' plan was complete, she and the savage would naturally face the gods' judgment.

"Forgive me, my foolish fellow human being~"

The next moment, a faint female voice sounded behind him without warning, sending chills down his spine.

Before he could even turn around, a sharp pain spread through his body, which he had brought from another world, causing him to tremble in agony and blood to drip from his mouth.

The witch stood smiling behind the Kirieloid, her hand piercing him, blood staining her long, slender hand red, as she casually whispered:

"I was originally going to let you off the hook, but since you've told me all this, I can't let you live anymore."

The Kirieloid stiffly turned his head, blood flowing from his mouth, sweat pouring down his face, his pupils trembling violently. He had no idea that the witch had become so powerful in just ten thousand years, and that he hadn't even noticed her sneak attack.

The witch shook her head and sighed, "Alas, it's one thing for the Kirieloids not to know what's happening in this universe, since there's definitely no internet there."

“But their strength and vigilance shouldn’t have dropped to this level.” The witch withdrew her hand, flicked off the bloodstains, and looked at her former kin with regret.

To be honest, she did feel a little sad. The other party came out of the village and didn't even bother to find out the situation first.

Her talent was so lacking that she really didn't know what to say.

The body, having lost its support, collapsed. The spirit that occupied this body gradually dissipated, blood flowed, the body gradually lost its body temperature, and it died completely.

After confirming that he was dead, the witch lit a ball of fire to burn the body and blood clean, then turned and strode quickly toward her home in the school.

She was prepared to use her spiritual perception to enjoy the amusement, and if she missed it, she would definitely regret it for a hundred thousand years.

Meanwhile, on the continent of Atlantis, Godzilla gradually regained his senses, and his hundreds-of-meters-tall body moved slowly, his hoarse voice and the rumble of his footsteps echoing through the air.

It lowered its head, which had completely turned into a plant, and stared at Dagon and Lidor, its eyes flashing with memories of the past, its memories rapidly returning.

Its massive, mountain-like size made Godzilla's movements slow; every tiny movement produced a booming sound, and its immeasurable weight, even with the slightest shift, caused earthquake-like tremors to ripple across the continent beneath its feet.

The figures of Dagon and Ridor were reflected in Godzilla's eyes, overlapping with the figures of several colossal creatures deep in its memory. The roars that echoed in its ears were incredibly familiar, gradually projecting their existence into its mind.

In an instant, Godzilla remembered that they were his adopted sons and the few others of their kind.

Its gaze gradually became more alert, and the eyes of the former king returned. It let out a low roar towards them.

But it ignored its enormous size at this moment, and even a slight roar caused a violent storm on the continent, the sound like thunder, making Dagon and Lidor feel slightly uncomfortable.

Longbo and the priestess watched all this from a vine not far away, raising their eyebrows slightly.

"After ten thousand years of evolution, the once strongest atomic titan has become like this."

The priestess was amazed. Godzilla's new form, apart from Luna, had reached the pinnacle of the Titans and monsters born from Earth, and was incredibly powerful.