Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods.

Its actions were punished when another being descended, stood in this dead land and fought against it, ultimately killing it and stopping the erosion.

Why was Longbo so certain that the entity that caused a corner of the Earth's core to become a dead zone was dead?

The fact that he lingered there for so long, yet the panel didn't give him any tasks, almost proved that the culprit was dead.

Otherwise, something that looks like it's not going to be messed with would definitely be on the elimination list on the panel.

With stats like that, a 40-meter-tall newly formed Titan could definitely take on the powerful Arcane monster, the Golden Dragon, in a one-on-one fight. It's absolutely possible for them to do something like that.

After making a general deduction about the scene before him, Longbo had another idea in his mind.

"Even something capable of slaying such a calamity couldn't reverse the situation in this area?"

With this question in mind, Longbo began searching for any possible information on the edge of this desolate area.

He searched through suspicious areas amidst the earthquake-like roar, finally finding the answer in the ruins of an Iwe settlement on the edge of a desolate zone.

It was a hidden area located within a tattered light curtain, where rows of emerald crystals interspersed with black veins stood tall, the once vibrant colors of this place now completely gray.

Houses collapsed, and human remains were scattered everywhere, their bodies showing varying degrees of mutation, growing limbs that defied description.

Some of the corpses even showed signs of splitting, as if a second head was about to split off. The grayish-white bones were stuck together like a sticky liquid, and the facial features were twisted and deformed, revealing the pain and despair before death.

Right in front of those bones, in front of the settlement, stood a huge stone monument, seemingly erected by the descendants of the survivors who returned.

Although they lacked the courage to bury the twisted corpse, they left behind the events of that day.

The stone tablet is engraved with an abstract mural depicting three meteors bursting out of a vortex and crashing down on the mountains, bringing devastating disaster.

The crimson giant stood amidst the mountains, joining forces with a colossal beast whose chest was inlaid with crystal to battle the formless calamity, ultimately destroying everything.

The second mural depicts mountains dyed black, with the tribe's people wailing in pain and their bodies undergoing mutations.

The last mural depicts a red giant destroying the "Calamity," but he and his companions also fall, turning into a rain of light and disappearing.

"Ultraman..."

The red giant has a pointed head and a "crystal" on its chest; it's undoubtedly Ultraman.

Longbo took in all of this and roughly figured out what had happened.

Earth seems to have been targeted by something extraordinary. Judging from the mutations in the people here, it appears to be an unknown entity of the Kree type.

Ultraman arrived here, or perhaps he came after the "calamity," and destroyed the "calamity" before the situation became serious.

But Ultraman eventually turned into a shower of light, presumably perishing together with the "Calamity" of the Cthulhu series.

Judging from the shape of this Ultraman's face, he doesn't seem to be from the Land of Light. He looks more like an Ultraman from the ancient era. He probably doesn't have a life-fixing device, so if he's dead, he's probably really dead.

perish together.

"No wonder there's no way to reverse the fate of this dead land..."

Chapter 29 The Skilled Hunter

Ultraman is dead, perishing together with the enemy. This is the conclusion that Longbo reached after exploring the outskirts of this deadly place for half a month.

There was no "light" that could be described as warm, nor any trace of human activity.

Moreover, given Ultraman's concept of everyone being a saint, he would absolutely not leave this dead land that is eroding the Earth unattended.

Longbo glanced at the hellish scene nearby and ultimately did not venture deeper into the area.

He turned and left, continuing on his journey.

Longbo continued his journey, preparing to seek out powerful beasts for a passionate duel, but he had to stop after more than a month due to an unusual event.

He saw the giant white horse with eight legs again, still in that dying state, with several broken legs and covered in blood, howling in agony.

At first, Longbo was simply marveling at the incredible resilience of the super-species in the inner Earth, who had survived for dozens of days despite their wailing.

Scattered carrion and wild wart dogs lurked nearby, seemingly waiting to devour it after it died.

But later, Longbo noticed something was wrong.

This place is at least a thousand kilometers away from where we last encountered this behemoth. How did this super species, which was on its last breath, get here?

Longbo stopped and gazed at the white behemoth in the distance, his four eyes zooming in to examine everything about it closely.

The eight-legged horse remained unchanged, its heartbeat slowly decreasing, its life force flickering like a candle flame in the wind, its body covered in blood, and several of its legs twisted irregularly.

Upon closer observation, Longbo finally discovered something amiss: the life magnetic field of this eight-legged beast was exactly the same as the one he had seen before.

But strangely, some of its broken legs this time were different from the last time. Its white fur was glossy and smooth, and its body was plump and strong, not at all like a creature that had been dying for dozens of days.

A gentle breeze swept over it, carrying the thick scent of blood to the surrounding area, making the surrounding beasts restless, baring their teeth and glaring at their rivals.

But Longbo fell silent after smelling the blood, which was different from the blood he had smelled before.

As for the blood on its body, its source is completely different from the previous one. Last time, the scent was unfamiliar to Longbo, but this time the scent is not unfamiliar to Longbo.

It's a war bat.

When Longbo looked again at the still slightly bulging belly of the eight-legged horse, he had a vague answer in his mind.

The vague sense of unease I had last time was explained.

No wonder he looked like he was about to die last time, and when he met that group of mammoths, he trembled with fear while also giving them that ambiguous look.

He strode forward, step by step, toward the eight-legged horse lying in a pool of blood on the ground.

This scene was clearly visible to the giant beasts surrounding them. They first looked up and stared, and when they realized what was happening, they all prepared to take action.

As they stretch out their wings or limbs, preparing to join the fight, the shadows silently approach, enveloping them from behind.

In their eyes, the enormous prey vanished without warning. Then, a foul stench swept in from behind, a heavy pressure bearing down on them, sharp fangs piercing their throats, excruciating pain surging up, but they could do nothing, ultimately dying from suffocation and bleeding.

...

Inside the Rainbow Realm, Longbo approached the eight-legged horse step by step, dust billowing up, the congealed green blood trembling like jelly amidst the vibrations.

The false sunlight shone behind him, casting an extremely long shadow that enveloped the eight-legged horse, which seemed to be dying, yet remained in a dying posture.

Seeing this, Longbo seemed to be deep in thought. With a muffled roar, he half-squatted down and extended his large hand towards the eight-legged horse.

This movement caused the eight-legged horse to freeze, instantly opening its slightly narrowed eyes. Its long, narrow pupils flickered, reflecting a mountain-like shadow, and it trembled violently.

Although it remained motionless, its body was trembling uncontrollably, and its fur stood on end.

It felt that its hunt had gone wrong.

It had seen something similar to what was behind it before—a white behemoth even larger than itself, carrying dazzling crystals on its back.

When the sharp claws touched the eight-legged horse's body, it couldn't help but tremble. It could no longer pretend to be dead, so it raised its head from the ground, twisted its neck, and bit the Titan's head.

"Crack..."

As the crisp sound rang out, the excruciating pain startled the eight-legged horse. Its vertical pupils shifted, capturing several broken fangs flying through the air.

Its formidable bite force had no effect on the Titan; its metallic bone armor, with its astonishing defensive capabilities, shattered its fangs.

It sensed danger once again, quickly released its head, struggled to stand up, and its fractured and twisted hooves were put back in place under the pull of its muscles, and it galloped away in a flash.

As the distance increased, the eight-legged horse felt a sense of relief. Fortunately, Titans were generally not very fast, otherwise it would probably have perished here.

But soon, the shattered earth made it gasp again, as canyon-like cracks spread out, filled with water, and many remaining rock layers were embedded in this swampy land like floating islands.

Its intelligence was enough for it to realize that something was wrong with its environment, but at this moment there was nothing else it could do.

The terrible environment terrified the eight-legged horse, rendering all its advantages useless. However, given the danger behind it, it still gritted its teeth and cautiously leaped and ran wildly.

Behind it, Longbo looked at the eight hooves under the eight-legged horse and realized that its broken legs were a disguise; it seemed to have the ability to shift its bones.

Coupled with its ability to feign death, which even Longbo didn't immediately notice, this might be its way of surviving in the Earth's core.

Judging from its broken fangs, this creature is carnivorous. Considering the two different sources of blood on its body, it is most likely the blood of the victims.

It relies on feigning death to lure its prey, and when the prey relaxes its guard and approaches, it has time to feast.

What is there to say?

A skilled hunter always appears as the prey.

This statement is perfectly applicable to this eight-legged horse; the reason it overturned was not due to the horse itself.

Its only mistake was that when it was playing dead, its twisted legs were different from the last time.

But this is not a big deal. As long as it doesn't encounter prey with high intelligence, such as giant gorillas, there will be no problem at all.

"No wonder it looked at the mammoth with such longing in its eyes even when it was dying."

Longbo was moved by the Rainbow Magic Realm and began to try to make saddles and reins using materials from various giant beasts.

The eight-legged horse, with its strong physique, was clearly suited for carrying heavy loads on long journeys. It happened to appear on Longbo's route, and he encountered it several times.

And Longbo just happened to not want to walk anymore; what a coincidence!

Chapter 30 The Golden Ship and the Drowned Viper

The eight-legged behemoth galloped across the vast inner world of the earth, carrying a mountain-like giant on its back. Under the control of the reins, it lifted and lowered its eight legs, raising dust and gravel high as it marched toward the unknown world.

Longbo, holding the reins, sat on the simple saddle, letting the oncoming hurricane whip his cloak and black hair, savoring the ultimate pleasure.

Beneath his saddle, the eight-legged horse named Golden Ship looked as if its mother had died, its narrow, vertical pupils revealing a hint of regret.

If it could talk, it would definitely slap its thigh in regret, thinking it shouldn't have been so greedy for that extra bite, when being seven-tenths full would have been enough for it to enjoy itself for a long time.

But it was too late to say anything now. Under the Titan's bizarre abilities, it had no chance of escaping and could only be manipulated by him.

It was all too late.

The golden ship was extremely depressed. It sighed in a human-like manner and walked away listlessly.

Longbo gripped the reins, his body swaying slightly with the movement of the golden ship. Every now and then, pterosaurs or birds would fly past him, casting curious glances.

As a Titan of the Guardian faction, Longbo discovered that the lower the intelligence of a creature, the less wary it seemed to be of Titans like himself.

So much so that this creature, which could be taken down with a single shot, not only didn't flee when it saw Longbo, but instead treated him like a moving tree branch, completely ignoring him.

The wartdogs still followed closely behind, but their pace had changed from a leisurely stroll to a jog.

If it were the old, weak, sick, or disabled group from the past, they probably wouldn't have been able to keep up for long before falling behind. But now, most of that batch of wartdogs have been gradually replaced by the newborn wartdogs.

The golden ship is very fast; even a light jog, like a warm-up, can reach the speed of a high-speed train.