Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods.

"Hahaha!"

The witch slapped her thigh and laughed wildly. The foolishness of her fellow tribesman amused her. Facing a Titan whose weight far exceeded that of a monster, instead of keeping distance and using beam attacks, he engaged in close combat, which could only be described as courting death.

It should be noted that Titan Xiangliu is a snake known for its speed, possessing nine perspectives, and being on the surface of the sea, the fate of the Balrog Warrior was sealed once he was dragged into the sea.

The whirlpool slowly disappeared, a high-pressure water jet pierced through the sea, shot into the sky, and disappeared at the edge of the atmosphere, leaving a dark, round object in its wake.

The scene abruptly ended, and the image returned to the original man, whose expression was somewhat unpleasant. He hadn't expected that ten thousand years later, these Titans would have become so powerful.

Moreover, they specifically chose Xiangliu, a Titan with a history of causing floods in human history and rumored to have been defeated by humans multiple times, and who has always been considered by humans to be the weakest Titan.

Even so, they still crashed.

Deep in the Arctic Ocean, Xiangliu disdainfully spat out the remaining tissue in its mouth, turned its head, and swam back towards its nest.

Xiang Liu thought it was a human and chased after it again, brandishing a knife to slash the snake.

Although Xiangliu has had bad luck and is occasionally chased and attacked by wild humans, it is indeed among the strongest below Alpha. Ten thousand years ago, it would have been more than capable of being an Alpha. The fact that it has been attacked so many times over the past ten thousand years is simply bad luck and has nothing to do with its strength.

"... "

After the recent farce, people have gradually come to regard the humans in the images as clowns or jokes, realizing that the other party is not human, but an alien.

Then the defense forces will handle everything, and at worst, the invincible Enpat will be there to back you up.

The Kirieloids also realized this, and everyone's face darkened. They knew their plan had gone wrong, but once the humans learned that they were not from Earth, the plan collapsed.

In the end, they decided to stop pretending.

Proceed directly to the final stage of the plan.

The scene then shifts to sacrificial cities on various continents, where crowds gather on altars, and figures dressed in the same attire appear one after another.

They appeared on the altar without warning, attracting everyone's attention. Because the network had been hijacked, the people on the altar also knew what was happening outside.

"These are... aliens!!"

When people realized that the aliens were very close, they panicked and retreated, making the already crowded area even more congested and causing a stampede.

The planetary defense forces decisively activated their fighter jets and surrounded the altar. Due to the dense crowd, they could not attack directly, so they could only issue warnings and threats and quickly evacuate the people.

"Attention, unknown aliens! Leave Earth's territory immediately, or we will take action!"

The Kirieloids ignored the chaos before them, merely glancing contemptuously at the fighter jets. At the same time, Kirieloids on various continents issued their final ultimatum to humanity.

"Humans, I'm giving you one last chance!"

The newly appointed witch raised her arms in a frenzy, her arrogant words laced with contempt and seduction, and proclaimed:

"Submit to the rule of the gods of Kirieloid!"

"Only by submitting to us and dedicating yourselves to the gods of Kyrielord for generations can civilization continue!"

"Only we can help humanity defeat the monsters and Titans that infest this planet."

"Only we can unleash the purifying flames to cleanse the world and humanity of their sins."

"Only us..."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Kirieloid arrogantly turned around, casting a look of disgust and disdain at the statue in front of him, his tone full of arrogance and confidence.

"Only he deserves to be the only god in this world!"

The words of the Kirielod people silenced those watching the scene via live stream, followed by an overwhelming surge of anger.

Everyone was furious, and curses echoed all over the world. The anger seemed to transcend mountains and rivers, spreading to every corner of the world.

The people who were fleeing in panic stopped in their tracks, turned around with dark faces, and looked at the blasphemous figure on the altar, their eyes burning with rage.

A series of sounds rose up, forming waves of anger that pounded against the bodies of the Kirieloids.

"False God! Antichrist!"

"A hypocritical, shameless clown!"

The fact that a deity, worshipped by humankind for millennia and whose existence has permeated the entirety of civilization, has been so blasphemed has enraged every human who believes in the divine.

What's more, this was after the statue of God had just displayed miracles before humanity, which made it impossible for them to suppress their anger.

The astonishing power made the people of Kirieloid feel a little uneasy. They were not unaware that the statue had just been active, but the gods who had escaped death possessed far greater power, completely beyond their level.

Yet, the menacing, angry faces before them still instilled a faint fear in them, as if these people possessed some strange power.

"Stubborn and obstinate".

The new witch's gaze swept across the crowd, and she said coldly, "Then, the gods will first destroy your faith, and then dominate this world with absolute power!"

She spread her arms again, and beams of light rose up. The figures scattered around her turned into blurry light and merged into her body, making her gigantic in the light.

In an instant, a gray-black giant stood on the altar, which resembled a plaza. She stretched out her 120-meter-tall body, which was covered in bone armor that outlined a smooth body curve, and bone blades popped out from her elbows.

Its towering body stretches out its arms, and its jet-black bat wings spread high behind it, seemingly enough to blot out the sky. Its head is slightly lowered, with yellow crystals embedded on its head and right chest, and deep black lines extending from its gray visor.

It depicts a complex expression, different from the crying and laughing faces of the first and second generation of Flame Demon Warriors; it is a kind of terror and despair that comes from witnessing something extremely horrific.

The new third generation of warriors were born in a time of despair. They are not only powerful and holy, but also symbolize the immortal will of the gods of Kyrielord to survive against all odds.

With the emergence of the third generation of Balrog warriors, an invisible surge of power spread throughout the world, alerting many Titans. However, they had experienced this phenomenon more than once over the decades, and these fluctuations would soon disappear, so there was no need to pay any attention to them.

Atlantis, the reborn Godzilla sensed this fluctuation, cast his gaze, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The three generations of Balrog warriors stood here, looking down at these insignificant beings who refused to submit, ready to destroy their faith with their own hands, dominate humanity with absolute force, create a new world, and recreate the glory of the gods.

Across the world's continents, countless similar individuals stand simultaneously on altars, facing colossal statues with pairs of angry eyes.

The new witch's gaze fell upon the statue that stood as tall as herself. A dangerous light rose from her palms as her eyes swept over the winding horns and the four opposing eyes. A voice emanated from beneath her despairing face.

"Even at this point, you still don't dare to show yourself?"

"You self-proclaimed god, you beast! Show me your divine arrogance! I'll give you the chance to fight a fair and just battle with the gods of Kirieloid and decide the fate of Earth!!"

As she finished speaking, a dangerous glint shot from her palm, as did the other warriors who were in perfect sync.

However, in the next second, an invisible wave extended from the statue in front of them, like an invisible ripple in the air. The strike that was powerful enough to pierce through many stars dissipated like snow being evaporated by a heat wave.

The scene that came into view startled the witch. Her eyes were filled with golden light, and a terrifying wave stripped her of her ability to move, as if a billion times the force of gravity was pressing down on her.

An invisible wave enveloped humanity, reaching the interdimensional portal at the center of North America and shielding everything there.

Golden light emerged from the statue, transforming into a dazzling torrent that shot straight into the sky, piercing the atmosphere, spanning the eight planets, and surging and extending beyond the solar system.

A deadly rift unfolds beyond the solar system, seemingly stretching to the edge of the galaxy, where chaotic energy surges and twists into distorted colors, outlining a chilling sphere.

Deep and narrow, as if a fissure leading straight to the abyss appears on the giant sphere, weaving together into a merciless vertical pupil lying across the starry sky. The rotating star systems are less than one ten-thousandth of it, their light obscured by chaotic colors.

The sun's rays were obscured, and chaotic, distorted colors filled every corner of the solar system, as if all was silent.

Looking up, a chaotic vertical pupil, a million times more terrifying than a star, appears in the sky above the Earth, catching the eye of all species. It does not appear outside the atmosphere, but is light-years away, yet it still displays an immeasurable size, its cold vertical pupil looking down upon all things.

His gaze fell upon Mount Tai, and the scale of time and space seemed to shrink, the vertical pupil pattern resembling a rift in an abyss, and the surging waves of chaotic energy around him became clearly visible.

A projection of a god from another dimension lay across the starry sky, its gaze fixed on the third generation of Flame Demon Warriors, as if it had come at an invitation.

On Earth, everyone in the Northern Hemisphere looked up, gazing intently at the starry sky, their eyes becoming dreamy and revealing boundless longing.

The ancestral memories inherited from their bloodline tell them that the gods that humans have worshipped for thousands of years are here, and they naturally bow down in worship. But for some reason, their bodies cannot respond to the yearning that comes from their bloodline.

The god coldly stared at the third-generation Flame Demon Warrior, and her icy gaze caused her heart to crumble in an instant.

Her pride and confidence crumbled, and she felt an overwhelming fear and despair that surpassed everything else.

Her body was distorted, and painful screams echoed in her heart, as if deliberately magnified a million times, yet always clear, as if she were suffering eternal torment.

It felt like an instant, yet also like ten thousand years. Her soul was gradually swept up, countless causal threads were unraveled, and one by one, her spiritual life forms were pulled away like silk threads being peeled away from a cocoon.

Crossing the dimensional rift, they arrived at the magnificent garden. The souls of all the Kirieloids were sown like seeds in a corner of the forest. Below them, countless chaotic and disordered extradimensional entities stared blankly, then opened their blood-red mouths to enjoy this divinely bestowed feast.

In the midst of extreme fear, the third-generation Balrog warrior caught a glimpse of an unbelievable scene out of the corner of his eye.

The towering, otherworldly entity, seemingly reaching the edge of the universe, gazed into the distance, as if searching for something, never once clearly seeing the gods.

In her final moments, she heard a series of satisfied burps and murmurs coming from nearby.

"Praise be to our loving Father!"

...

Above the Earth, the chaotic colors gradually dissipated, and the arrogant aliens turned into kneeling stone statues.

People were still not out of their dazed, nostalgic state, staring blankly at the starry sky, oblivious even to the sun shining on their faces.

"hiss…"

The witch slumped into the sofa, her eyes vacant. The mournful cries of her kin seemed to echo in her soul, causing her to gasp.

She was drenched in sweat, her forehead covered in beads of perspiration, her face pale. She shakily picked up the bottle and gulped down a large mouthful of cola.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that she gradually felt the air pressing against her throat, and a chill swept through her entire body.

This made her realize that there were no echoes of the painful cries of her kind before their deaths in her mind, and that her soul had not been devoured by some kind of extradimensional chaotic entity.

Everything that had just happened before her eyes seemed like an illusion, making her feel a chill from the depths of her soul.

A moment later, she stiffly turned to look at the priestess beside her, a forced smile appearing on her pale face, and made a sound that was neither crying nor laughing.

"I...I shouldn't have sinned against Him before, right?"

Chapter 189 Towards Poor Mountains and Desolate Waters

The rift across the starry sky slowly closed, the distorted colors gradually dissipated, and the solar system gradually returned to its original state, with the light emitted by the stars returning.

On Earth's surface, all of humanity remained in the same place, still unaware of what had happened.

The Titans, scattered across the Earth, returned to their original lair and fell into slumber again at the command of an unknown voice.

The Earth's oppressive atmosphere gradually returned to normal, and all sorts of ordinary creatures seemed to have forgotten what they had just experienced, once again making their voices heard on this world along their daily survival paths.

It wasn't until the sounds of birds rose in every corner of the earth that people gradually came to their senses, and what had just happened brought some devout believers to tears.

The scene before them had returned to its original state. The false gods had now turned into statues, kneeling before the magnificent statues as if in repentance, begging for forgiveness.

For devout believers, nothing moves them more than witnessing a miracle.

Throughout more than ten thousand years of history, even rulers of high status rarely witnessed such a scene, and throughout world history, no more than ten humans have ever witnessed a miracle.

Now, people all over the world have witnessed the divine signs that God has easily obliterated the blasphemous false gods.