Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods.

Hino's words painted an epic picture in Aihara Ryu's mind, arousing his desire to explore the deeds of the gods.

"Is that so? I'd really like to know..."

Hino laughed nonchalantly at Mirai, "It's okay. After this is over, I'll tell you what I know. I also grew up listening to His stories."

Not only are the cosmic beings on Earth singing the hymns, but even those on a warship far away in Saturn's orbit, watching all this through a projection, have joined in the singing.

As the sound spread, although humans did not fully understand its meaning, it miraculously resonated with them, gradually leading them to believe that these extraterrestrials had indeed come on a pilgrimage.

An epic poem resounded across the sky, echoing through the heavens and evoking a response from the Earth itself. The Earth's consciousness emitted a faint light, surprising the cosmic beings in the starry sky.

On the surface of Earth, Godzilla, who was gathering power and aiming at the warships near Saturn's orbit, sensed the light emanating from Earth. His huge eyes flickered slightly, and the charged field surrounding him gradually dissipated.

It sensed that the Earth's will no longer sees these outsiders as a threat, and therefore, there was no reason to destroy them.

At the edge of the solar system, Zoffy seemed to sense something, turning his head slightly towards Earth. Looking up, Earth seemed to resonate with the unknown, bathed in a soft, warm, and dazzling light.

"This is... The Voice of the Stars."

Zoffy turned around, feeling the sounds emanating from the Earth, and he understood everything.

The aliens on Earth were singing about what Longbo had done in the universe, which unexpectedly resonated with Earth and elicited a response.

These devout voices, transcending the medium of sound transmission, resounded throughout the solar system, combining with the energy dissipating here to weave a vast collective "illusion," drawing everyone into it.

Everyone instinctively looked up at the sky, their gazes seemingly piercing through the dimensional veil, crossing the bizarre and chaotic ocean, and seeing that magnificent, boundless, and lush garden.

One magnificent scene after another came into view: towering trees that seemed to carry a world in every leaf, boundless forests, ethereal continents floating in the sky, and rainbows appearing and disappearing in the clouds. A world that seemed to exist only in mythology was unfolding before their eyes.

This dreamlike scene instinctively reminded everyone of the magnificent world that has always been passed down in legends, the dreamlike paradise called Heaven.

The scene before everyone's eyes changed rapidly. People's vision crossed the forest, passed over the distorted and eerie other-dimensional entity, and landed on the lush green grassland.

Humanoid creatures with a few animalistic features, wild behemoths rushing through the wind, and giants hundreds of meters tall with two horns on their heads, etc...

Everything seemed mysterious and dreamlike.

The question that had been lingering in the hearts of many Earthlings—why the giants scattered across the world had vanished overnight—finally found its answer at this moment.

Gradually, the dreamlike scene faded away, and a magnificent continent was finally revealed to the people.

Everyone saw it from there.

A colossal figure, almost touching the very top of the universe, sits on His throne, surrounded by magnificent collapsing nebulae that outline a vague human form. He tilts His head slightly, casting a downcast gaze upon humanity…

...

While extraterrestrials were making a pilgrimage to Earth, another world was located within the Arctic Circle.

The Lord of Wind and Snow, covered in pale fur, emerged from the storm with its menacing antlers, its bare skull, stained with blood and cracks, gazing at the bright moon in the sky.

In His eyes, that seemingly ordinary satellite revealed a completely different appearance from that of humans.

The star named Moon is composed entirely of writhing flesh, with dark red flesh intertwined and writhing, and its eyes are devoid of light, revealing chaos and disorder.

A fissure resembling an abyss spreads across half the satellite, irregular, bloodstained fangs tremble with the "wind," and a series of whip-like structures made up of skulls extend from the ground, as if trying to grasp something.

Itakya lowered his head slightly, his gaze sweeping across all corners of the Earth: the deep sea, the atmosphere, Antarctica, deserts, and even the sewers beneath cities. Beings similar to Him were scattered across this planet.

The rulers are the masters of this world; they have occupied this seemingly worthless planet for a long time.

Everything on this planet has been influenced by them—monsters, demons, and humans alike.

Their souls have long been highly corrupted and bound by their rulers. Even though they may appear normal and conscious now, they still cannot change this outcome.

All living beings have long been affected, deeply ingrained in their blood and soul, and can never escape it.

Not only on this planet, but throughout the entire universe, there exist beings like Him, silently influencing the entire universe, and the rulers are gradually changing this universe.

Amidst the seemingly fierce yet consistently subdued snowstorms that pushed human endurance to its limits, the ghouls crawled forward, searching for a single morsel of food in this polar region.

The highly deranged members of the cult wore black robes sewn from human skin, and headdresses adorned with deer bones that were fused with flesh and blood. With their arms outstretched, they called out the name of the ruler day after day, just to receive a glance.

But Itakua did not respond; His gaze was fixed on the mountain in the distance, which was heading in that direction.

The worm father, with his mountain-like body, crawled within the Arctic Circle. His plump, blood-stained body rubbed against the ground, leaving a deep trench in the snow-covered Arctic Circle as he headed towards Itakua.

The heavy snow falling from the sky covered His body, which was filled with lifeless eyes, and melted with His warm body temperature, turning into black sewage that flowed over His body.

A black, sticky liquid dripped onto the snow, melting it and staining the brown earth. Dark power flowed, and disease and distortion spread in all directions.

The Father of Worms walked straight up to Itakya. His body, which resembled undulating mountains, did not tremble at all. He gently raised a section of his body, revealing a gaping maw to Itakya, its rows of fangs trembling.

He conveyed His thoughts to the Lord of Wind and Snow in His unique language, and now He is only one step away from restoring His perfect form.

When that time comes, He will return to that world, defeat the giant beasts there, and then burrow into the Earth's core, devouring the life on the planet and causing it to decay and become diseased.

At that time, the Father of the Worms will summon His high and mighty master to come and feed, devouring this high-quality planet.

The Father of the Worms could sense that a drastic change had occurred on that planet tens of thousands of years ago, and he speculated that some extraordinary energy life form had died there.

The powerful energy of the dead life form was absorbed by the planet, making it rich in energy, enough to whet its master's appetite.

He could imagine the excitement on the faces of His masters when He summoned them, and how they would surely reward Him handsomely.

Amidst the swirling snow and wind, Itakya slightly turned his head, his blood-red eyes beneath his exposed skull falling upon the Father of the Worms, his withered and foul-smelling body undulating slightly.

Itakya didn't care about the so-called god of the worm father, but he still remembered the Titan who had once defeated his avatar.

He clearly remembered the humiliation of being banished by that disgusting force, and He clearly remembered the Titan's indifferent face at the time, which angered Him.

He knew clearly that ten thousand years had passed on the other side. Ten thousand years was a short time, but for that gifted Titan, it was more than enough for him to gain the power to destroy several planets.

Such a gifted being, possessing the potential to ascend to some kind of secondary deity, must be eradicated.

Therefore, Ithaqua was willing to return there to kill the Titan. Then he would help the Father of the Worms conquer that world and defeat His old adversary, on the condition that the Father of the Worms must plead with His master.

He asked His Master to weld the passage between the two universes shut, so that the life form of light from that universe could not discover this place.

Even that terrifying Gatanozoe has been sealed away by the beings of light, and Itakua doesn't want this world to be discovered by those things.

The worm father responded with a low groan that no ordinary person could understand. He would not forget the deal between them. His master also despised the life forms of light, and it was because of those Orion creatures that he went into hiding.

Having received a definite answer, Itakua once again concealed its massive body in the wind and snow, its scarlet eyes piercing through the vast distance, gazing at the misty forest of another continent, whispering in a manner that mimicked human language.

"I am...completely different from what I was ten thousand years ago..."

"... "

Amidst the increasingly chaotic blizzard, the mournful cries of the Kirielod people could be faintly heard, and countless ferocious spiritual life forms struggled painfully in the blizzard.

Chapter 191 Migration and the Fog

More than half a month has passed since a series of major events, and the spaceships inside the solar system have gradually left. Before leaving, they had a secret conversation with the high-ranking officials of the United Human Government.

However, this classified information is naturally not known to humanity as a whole; only a few high-ranking officials know what the United Human Government has discussed with the powerful civilizations in the galaxy.

As the disaster gradually subsided, even the most excited people had to return to their previous monotonous lives and work, and devote themselves to the construction of human civilization.

As time passed, people gradually discovered that more and more ancient events were being unearthed, and the level of technology on Earth was also constantly leaping forward. Originally, only a small number of spacecraft were created one after another.

At some point, people were surprised to find that the monsters and titans that used to cause trouble seemed to have died and had not appeared for a long time.

At first, people thought this period wouldn't last long, but as the time without monster attacks became longer and longer, people realized something was wrong.

They felt somewhat lost, as if something was missing from their lives, making them extremely uncomfortable.

But this seems perfectly reasonable to humans. Since the gods have already shown their divine power, they would naturally not ignore the Titan monsters that are ravaging the world.

During this period, human exploration of the universe progressed rapidly, with many spacecraft traveling between Earth and planets such as the Moon and Mars to carry out missions.

Humanity is venturing out of Earth on a large scale. The problem of raw materials, which was previously restricted by the Titans, has been solved, and the human united government is gradually colonizing the solar system.

The most advanced fighter jets began to fly out of the solar system and head towards the unknown universe, representing the spacecraft of human civilization preparing to connect with the now-prosperous Milky Way.

The interstellar age that people have been dreaming of seems to be coming soon. From now on, people will no longer be unable to mine sufficient resources because of Titan.

With the abundant resources of the planets in the solar system, many Earth technologies that humans have already developed will be mass-produced.

Until this day, everyone, including officials of the United Human Government, thought so.

Accompanied by his team members, Zhengwu went straight to the highest conference room of the United Government headquarters.

Facing the solemn and imposing gate, he took a deep breath, turned around, and smiled and nodded at his several bewildered companions, "That's enough to take you here."

Vice-captain Shingo Sakami glanced thoughtfully at Seigo, probably guessing what was going on. Seigo was likely no longer planning to hide it.

Shingo Sakamizu had also been the human form of an Ultraman, so he naturally knew Shogo's identity and had been helping him keep it a secret.

Looking at Zhengwu's expression, he knew what he was thinking. To persuade the top brass of the United Government, he needed to provide strong evidence.

The members of the special operations team watched as Seigo pushed open the door and walked inside, still unable to understand what their captain was trying to say.

As Zhengwu entered the spacious conference room, he was greeted by an extremely simple setting, with seven gray-haired executives sitting at a marble table.

The high-ranking officials of the United Human Government all turned their gazes toward Zhengwu, their expressions a mixture of scrutiny, gratitude, and doubt.

"You said you wanted to see us once. What happened that would make someone as composed as you make such a decision?"

They stared at the man of unusual status before them, wondering what his purpose was in wanting to speak with them face to face.

At the same time, vague film and television footage of some secret reports about him from a few years ago also surfaced in their minds.

Although they didn't communicate, they all agreed that Seigo wanted to reveal his identity to them in order to achieve some important goal that required him to convince them.

In the empty conference room, Zhengwu took a deep breath, then looked at the others and said in a low voice:

“I am Enpat.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of the people in front of Zhengwu underwent a subtle change. It was not shock or fear, but a kind of knowing that they had expected it.

Zhengwu took in everyone's expressions and noticed many details in their eyes.

Then, recalling several times when I was on the verge of exposure but nothing came of it, I found the answer in my heart.

His identity was discovered long ago, but the United Human Government did nothing, and even helped him eliminate any easily exposed clues.

This made Zhengwu slightly lose his composure.

The seven exchanged glances, then stopped discussing the topic altogether, pretending not to have heard Zhengwu's words, and went straight to the point.

"Let's get down to business."

“We made time for you, turning down many jobs and coming here from all over the continent.” The bald Slavic man crossed his legs, looking somewhat serious.

Seeing this, Zhengwu stopped beating around the bush and went straight to the point: "I believe you have all seen the incident involving the fog over North America."