Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods.

Many creatures immediately launched a furious counterattack, and blood and severed limbs instantly covered a corner of the forest. A large number of entities and monsters died, waiting for the respawn timer to finish.

In the distance, Goldras fought his way out, but was quickly swallowed up again, experiencing the same frustration that the Super Beast Baraba had felt not long ago.

This enraged it, and it immediately opened its blood-red maw and roared angrily, and also began to shake people.

Since these fungal monsters have no sense of martial ethics, it retaliated with an equal human wave tactic.

As its call spread, a vast expanse of shadow flew from the top of the World Tree, and the dragon spirits who were on good terms with the gold and silver dragon brothers left Gensokyo without fear and joined the war.

Although they would die if their defenses were breached, they can now be reborn in another dimension after death, so they are naturally not scary.

Meanwhile, in the distance, Jibril, a Skywing who was not particularly affected by the death of a god, was instantly fascinated by the scale of the war and returned to her lair with a large group of her sisters to join in.

At this moment, amidst such a large-scale war, the Skywing races, except for Azriel, selectively forgot the fact that their former creator had died at the hands of Longbo, and enthusiastically participated in this endless slaughter.

Right at Lombre's feet, Hilbargon also heard Goldras's call. Due to its poor eyesight, it didn't see what was happening on the other side and rushed over without thinking.

When it finally saw the waves on the other side and regained its senses, it was too late to retreat. It was instantly swept in and submerged by the fungal monster.

In this chaotic melee, the sheer number of fungal monsters gained an absolute advantage, to the point that a large number of monsters, unable to find any opponents, went to cut down the World Tree with weapons cobbled together from scraps.

"... "

"This is a mess."

Luna sat on His throne, lost in thought as he gazed at the chaotic scene before him.

Goldras's roar caused such a massive chaos, something He hadn't anticipated.

In the end, Longbo could only attribute it all to the fact that the fungal monster he created was too realistic, even the aggressive genes were almost perfectly replicated.

So much so that the two fungal monster leaders rushed over without thinking after hearing the roar and started fighting Goldras.

but…

Longbo did not reject this kind of large-scale mixed operation; on the contrary, he thought it was quite lively.

Goldras led the dragon spirits and fungal monsters in a passionate elbowing battle, while the warthounds chased the golden ship everywhere, occasionally getting caught up in the war. The winged creatures were extremely furious, their faces turning red and their legs slightly clenched, as if they were in a climax. The fungal monsters elbowed everything in their path.

The sounds of battle soared to the heavens, the blood staining the clouds red, and the blood pooled into rivers, the raging, stinking floodwaters engulfing the battlefield and flowing towards the lakes.

Almost every kind of life form was intertwined, and each race had its own tasks to perform.

This immediately piqued Longbo's interest. After a moment's thought, he threw the two naive, specialized Zettons into the fire as well, adding fuel to the fire.

As His will extended, all the giants He created who possessed combat abilities joined the battle.

At this moment, Longbo was experiencing the same kind of fun he had with the dog-headed man sitting on the brass toilet deep in the Sea of ​​Souls.

To be honest, watching this level of chaotic battle is quite impressive. Everyone has their own things to do, and it also helps to identify subordinates with potential.

Longbo would occasionally bestow some seemingly insignificant blessings upon individuals who performed exceptionally well.

At this moment, He treats all beings on the chaotic battlefield with absolute equality. As long as they perform well, they are all blessed to a certain extent. Even the Winged Race, who are not interested in Him, are given the same chance to be reborn and blessed by Longbo, without any discrimination.

Having done all this, Longbo sat quietly on his throne, watching everything with great interest.

The elegant silver dragon king folded its wings and landed beside him, standing like a feline. Regin Levi flicked its long tail in front of it, its slender eyes gleaming.

"It's been a long time, Creator..."

Longbo glanced at Reijin Levi. At this moment, the dragon king from Gensokyo was still quite strong after being filled with a wider spacetime power.

"Aren't you going to get involved? This level of war is far more intense than your Star Cup battle. Dying a few times will bring considerable benefits."

Longbo's words echoed around Reginlev, leaving the last remaining dragon king speechless.

She narrowed her dragon eyes slightly, scanning the battlefield, and replied in a languid tone, "I'm not the kind of crazy person who loves fighting. I have no interest in struggling on this barbaric and terrifying battlefield. Isn't it better to just let things take their course?"

Regin Levi naturally knew that this war, in terms of both scale and intensity, far surpassed the divine war that Gensokyo had fought ten thousand years ago.

Even if the gods of Gensokyo were thrown down, it wouldn't make a ripple on this battlefield. The fact that these Skywing and Dragon Spirit species were able to participate in the melee was due to the benefits of the intersection of other dimensions and many worlds.

In Reijin Levi's view, while the power of the gods in Gensokyo is indeed great, it is worthless on this battlefield; they are as numerous as you can find.

There are too many monsters in this forest with the power to shatter planets.

Perhaps if Zhonglong and the God of War Altshu were still alive, they would definitely be very interested in this battlefield.

Regin Levy didn't have the idea of ​​throwing herself down to be beaten; she didn't have that kind of masochistic hobby.

However, after she finished speaking, Longbo's response sent chills down her spine.

"No, I think you love fighting too."

"What?!" Regin Levi's body stiffened, her pupils trembled violently, and she instantly regretted her impulsive decision to go and find Uncle Long to reminisce. She shouldn't have shown up.

But it's too late to say anything now.

Almost the instant Longbo's voice fell, Regin Levi was sent into the air above the battlefield. She instinctively tried to enter the space-time dimension, but was pulled down in the next second and overwhelmed in terror.

Not going to fight?

This is obviously impossible.

If Regin Levi hadn't appeared before Lombard himself, he might not have even remembered her existence.

But since she was destined to come to him, Longbo naturally wouldn't be polite. He treated all his subordinates equally, and since she was here, he would definitely get involved.

This chaotic battle lasted for a long time, with a large number of lives dying every second, and most of them returning to the battle immediately after being reborn.

Only a small number of entities that were truly unskilled in combat chose to leave the battlefield without looking back.

In the midst of the fierce battle, the entire garden was engulfed in a storm second only to the one that erupted during Lombard's ascension. The once vibrant land was reduced to scorched earth, teetering on the brink of collapse. Cracks burst open, stretching to the horizon, instantly revealing the desolate state of the beautiful garden.

But Longbo didn't care; with his power, he could easily turn this place back to its original state.

Longbo watched all of this quietly, observing the battle of every creature here, and bestowing His blessing upon those who stood out.

Occasionally, Wartdogs would jump back from another universe, bringing with them the scattered Lumber Giants that had been found.

Longbo also threw them into the battlefield.

No one can escape this massive mess.

All of this continued until Tartarus arrived, and it did not stop because of him.

...

Tartarus stood in the chaotic extradimensional ocean, his golden body out of place with the distorted colors around him, his milky white eyes scanning his surroundings.

Beside him stood a warrior, also clad in golden armor, with his arms crossed.

Tartarus recently appeared on the battlefield he had visited ten thousand years ago. After surveying the changes around him, he tore open the curtain and entered another dimension.

This alternate dimension is different from the universes he has been to before. Although it is also chaotic and disordered, the malice around it is not as strong as in other alternate dimensions.

If it weren't for the omnipresent chaotic energy and the raging extradimensional storms in the distance, Tartarus wouldn't have thought this was another dimension.

"Truly the embodiment of balance," Tartarus remarked after a long silence.

Beside him, a warrior named Titan held his sword with his arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the distant outline of a garden that seemed so close yet so far away.

"Is that the place? The legendary paradise?"

Titan spoke, suddenly noticing a massive battle raging in the direction of the distant garden, with a chaotic storm sweeping towards their location.

Before the storm even arrived, the extradimensional entities, disturbed by the anomaly, fled in panic, passing right by the two of them and running towards the edge of the extradimensional world.

"Tartars, have you noticed?"

Titan could clearly sense the crimson light spreading with the storm deep within the garden, and spoke:

"It looks like a battle is taking place in that garden."

“I see it.” Tartarus could naturally sense the enormous battlefield in the distance, but that was not enough to make him retreat.

Just like when he came to this universe ten thousand years ago, his departure was not due to the large army he faced at that time, but rather the arrival of the King of Ultra.

"Let's go." Tartarus didn't care. He unfurled a golden vortex in front of him, took the Titans inside, and disappeared.

When they reappeared, the two were already in the core of the garden, standing atop the towering branches of the World Tree, gazing down.

Under their watchful eyes, the legendary garden, beautiful as paradise, did not exist; instead, there was only a desolate and terrifying battlefield, as if it were hell.

The vast continent was entirely blood-red, filled with the glow of blood and the smoke of gunpowder, and chaotic battles were taking place everywhere in sight.

Every second, countless lives are lost and bodies vanish, yet despite this, the astonishing scale of the battle shows no sign of diminishing.

Seeing this, Titan gripped his sword tighter, his mind growing increasingly alert.

Even He had rarely witnessed a battle of this scale, and even their recent clash with the Land of Light had not reached this level of intensity, which was truly terrifying.

Tartarus remained silent. He could clearly sense that these monsters fighting in the melee all possessed the same source of power, and each contained the power of Longbo within its body.

Undoubtedly, this is an internal competition or contest among Longbo's subordinates, and this rapid resurrection is also different from his understanding of extradimensional entities.

However, it is certain that without Longbo's involvement, the rebirth of the extradimensional entity could not have been this fast.

But soon, a completely new idea popped into Tartarus's mind.

He gazed at the massive army below, pondering that if this army could be dispatched to aid the kingdom, even if the Kingdom of Light mobilized its entire forces, it would be unable to reverse the tide of war.

If I could borrow this large army and let them and the kingdom's army deal with the Land of Light, then the four of us could face the legendary warrior, Ultra King.

If it could really be done…

Then victory is assured!

Almost the instant this thought arose, the environment around the two of them underwent a dramatic change.

The surrounding scenery changed from the towering World Tree to an equally vast floating continent, surrounded by clouds and floating islands. Rainbows stretched across the clouds, connecting the floating islands in the sky, creating a magnificent scene.

In an instant, Titan sensed extreme danger. He had been moved to a different location without warning, which made him feel a strong sense of crisis.

If the other party can do something so easily, then killing me can be just as easy.

Just as he gripped the golden sword in his hand, Tartarus had already taken a step and walked into the depths of the clouds.

Unlike the Titans, he clearly sensed the teleportation but did not stop the power.

As he moved forward, the clouds and mist before him dissipated, and a humanoid silhouette, over three hundred meters tall, stood clearly before the two of them.

Ryubo's materialized battle form was thus revealed to the two of them.

The moment Titan saw Lonbo, he tensed up and instinctively gripped his sword tightly; only in this way could he feel safe.

In his eyes, this humanoid silhouette, which appeared to be 300 meters tall, was larger than the universe itself, reaching the extreme of magnificence. Although it had restrained itself somewhat, the aura emanating from it was still extremely terrifying.