Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods.

The air was completely silent; even the sounds of the bustling crowd in the distance seemed ethereal and indistinct. After a moment, Loki cautiously asked, "So, Father, you are the true form of Odin, the source behind all projections?"

Although they were far from that level as gods, they could still learn what kind of level it was through Longbo's description.

They could understand what Longbo meant.

Moreover, compared to Hela and Thor, Loki seemed to understand Lombard's words better and accepted the outcome more easily than he had imagined.

Lumberjack gazed at Loki, his eyes becoming profound, penetrating Loki's body, reaching deep into his soul and even his essence, seeing the faint green light deep within his soul, and finally understanding everything.

He answered: "I am not the real body, nor is your father; I have only descended with a portion of his power."

Upon receiving this answer, Loki nodded thoughtfully and then said nothing more.

Not far away, the white giant horse Sleipnir arrived, flapping its pure white wings, and headed straight towards Longbo.

Seeing that the three of them were deep in thought, Longbo stepped forward after a moment's thought and patted them on the shoulder, "Perhaps you can't accept this, but that's okay, it's your own freedom."

"My projection won't last long. Before long, everything will return to normal."

After leaving those words, Lunapoleon climbed onto Sleipnir's back, took one last look at the children, and then rode off into the distance.

Only after Lombard's figure disappeared from their sight did Thor look at Hela and Loki with a puzzled expression, and asked in surprise, "So this is because our father obtained the power of other projections, and that's how he regained his youthful appearance?"

"But why do I feel that He hasn't changed much except for his appearance?"

In Thor's memory, the great god-king always looked very serious and indifferent to everything.

Therefore, in his eyes, there was no change in His words, actions, style, or attitude.

Loki glanced speechlessly at his silly older brother and smiled, "Of course, Father only received power and memories from the original body, not been replaced. How could the three of us feel unfamiliar with Him?"

"You're right, aren't you, Hela?"

Hela didn't answer, but simply raised her head and, without changing her expression, punched both No-Brainer and Unhappy once each. "With a major battle imminent, what kind of talk is this, so relaxed and casual?"

"Come with me, I'll assign you tasks."

After leaving those words, Hela turned around decisively, looked at the guards standing in the distance, and ordered, "Summon the army, gather supplies, and call Valkyrie over."

The guard responded decisively, "Yes, Your Highness."

Hela stepped back into the palace, her head slightly lowered, her expression chillingly cold, making her look even more sinister.

"In other words, I might not be my father's only eldest daughter; there might be other versions of me in other universes..."

"In other universes, are there other versions of myself, trusted by my father, his sharp blade, and a trusted heir...?"

Hela's hands tightened slightly, her gaze revealing a hint of indifference. As a goddess, she naturally understood her father's words and knew what He meant.

Although she didn't know these things before, it didn't mean she couldn't accept them. What really caused her to have a violent emotional reaction was...

Since the great Father God is only one projection, there are countless versions of Him in countless universes.

So, what about the other Hellas?

At first, she never thought about those parallel universe versions of herself, nor did she think they had anything to do with her.

But now she has learned that the fathers of other universes are essentially part of the same person. This means that other Hela, like herself…

Hela was filled with a myriad of thoughts, and finally came to a terrible conclusion.

“I… am not the only person my father trusts.”

She gazed into the void, as if seeing every version of herself in the endless universe, and said softly, "In other universes, there are many Hela, who stole my father's trust in me and destroyed my one and only..."

At that moment, an extreme thought arose in Hela's mind, and an emotion that should not exist in a goddess arose—jealousy, jealousy of her other selves…

Thor followed Hela obliviously, completely unaware that something was amiss.

But Loki's eyes were flashing a faint green light as he looked at Hela's retreating figure, sensing something was wrong, as if he had seen a ghost...

……

Meanwhile, in a mysterious dimension located outside the real universe.

Clad in golden armor, the god-king rode an eight-legged winged horse, and Sleipnir stood tall in a dimension filled with decay.

With His arrival, this small dimension, situated between the major dimensions, trembled instantly.

As Longbo gazed at the world around him, a world seemingly woven from countless rotten flesh and black pus, a long-lost primal desire resurfaced in his eyes.

His gaze fell upon the corrupt, fleshy planets above. They were subordinates of the Lord of this dimension, each the size of Earth, composed entirely of decaying flesh, bones, and blood.

Tentacles of flesh and blood, stretching tens of thousands of kilometers, continued to extend, and the planet's surface was covered with gaping maws, thousands of kilometers in size, with fangs standing out.

But these enormous planets of flesh and blood, upon sensing Longbo's arrival, were terrified by countless living beings and scattered in all directions as if they had seen a ghost.

As for their master, the former dimensional lord, he fled the moment he realized what was happening, abandoning the entire dimension without hesitation.

Faced with this gift from nature, Longbo had no reason to let it pass by. After expressing his gratitude to the original owner, he accepted it with a smile.

His body, which was originally only the size of a mortal, expanded instantly, and in a moment it became like a galaxy. The churning black pus and blood, and the writhing flesh and blood that tried to escape, all seemed insignificant at that moment.

Under the watchful eyes of countless morbid beings with only faint consciousness, the figure that occupied almost the entire dimension transformed into primordial, formless chaos.

He opened his blood-red maw, like an endless darkness pressing down on the entire dimension, swallowing everything into the boundless darkness.

As the boundless phantom took a bite, the entire dimension was instantly devoured, and countless laws of decay and disease were digested and transformed into the chaotic power contained within Longbo himself.

This scene was clearly displayed between the dimensions, in the eyes of the fleeing dimensional lord, a scene that filled this dimensional lord, who had once cast a shadow over humanity in a certain period of history, with a mixture of anger and fear.

This dimensional lord, resembling a bloated, decaying corpse, stood at the edge of the Dark Dimension and the Crimson Dimension.

As it watched the colossal phantom chew on the dimension that once belonged to it, pus and blood flowed from its white eyes, and its decaying, rotting vocal cords roared in resentment:

"O...Ding!!!"

Decaying, lifeless, a sound that seemed capable of eroding the planet itself echoed across countless dimensions, attracting the attention of many beings.

This naturally included the new master of this decaying dimension. The crouching, chaotic shadow cast its gaze, precisely locking onto the bloated, rotting corpse, its eyes revealing the most primal desires of a living being.

The decaying corpse, once a human wizard, instantly calmed down upon seeing that look and quickly regretted his roar.

He could naturally see that this gaze contained a certain primal desire, a desire called:

"appetite."

The rotting corpse saw it; the abominable Odin swiftly digested the decaying dimension, his gaze locking onto it. The crouching shadow moved slowly, its target clear.

"!!"

The rotting corpse, now appearing as if it were alive, was terrifying and embarked on its escape route once more.

At this moment, He was reminded of the active thoughts He had during His human days, even though they were all unspeakable profanities.

"Damn Odin!"

"Shameless Odin, greedy Odin!"

"He doesn't resemble a mythical god at all!!"

The corpse didn't understand. It wasn't that it hadn't heard of Odin, the mythical god who was famous throughout the real universe, sweeping across the stars and kicking dimensions.

But now He appears even more wicked than himself; how can He be considered a mythical god?!

He dared not linger for a moment, moving towards smaller dimensions similar to himself, passing through these dimensions amidst the curses of the dimensional lords.

The Corpse knew that Odin would catch up with him sooner or later, so he decided to guide him to other dimensions and let the lords of those dimensions buy him time, giving him a chance to escape.

Longbo, who had transformed into the shadow of chaos, naturally saw through His thoughts and was pleased to see them.

Longbo made no resistance to these dimensions blocking his way, accepting them with a smile and devouring them one by one.

During this period, Longbo's power continued to grow, and all kinds of pollution and corruption had no effect on this chaotic god.

Gradually, an astonishing scene unfolded across countless dimensions.

More and more dimensional lords, having been tricked by Him, were surrounding the Corpse. They broke through their defenses and, while fleeing for their lives, continued to condemn and curse the Corpse.

Behind them, the chaotic shadow continued to expand, devouring dimension after dimension, yet its speed did not slow down at all, keeping up with its prey at a leisurely pace.

They wished they could tear this rotting corpse apart on the spot, the one that had ruined them, caused them to lose their territory, and made them prey.

They also tried to communicate with the chaotic shadows that Odin had embodied, but without exception, all they received were gazes filled with primal hunger.

The dimensional lords gradually felt despair, realizing they could not escape, until one after another extremely powerful will descended upon this place.

The chaotic shadow that Longbo had transformed into stopped, looking with considerable surprise at the various wills descending from all around, taking in their identities.

The master of the Dark Dimension, Dormammu, the Lord of Fear and Darkness, and his relative Uma.

Mephisto, the uncrowned monarch from the dimension of hell, and his eldest son, Blackheart.

Nightmare from the Nightmare Dimension.

The Great Old One, Shuma Golas, also known as the Eye Demon, is Doctor Strange's nemesis in the later stages of his life.

And finally, Cyttorak, one of the strongest dimensional lords, from the Crimson Dimension Universe, and the source of the Juggernaut's power.

These gazes, fixed on the shadow of the chaotic god before them, contained curiosity and scrutiny, but did not convey any obvious hostility.

A myriad of wills, carrying grand and profound voices, echoed across endless dimensions, pointing directly at the prostrate shadow of the chaotic deity before them.

"Welcome."

"Outer Gods..."

Chapter 237 Transactions and Waste Paper

Between the various dimensions, shadows representing the will of the supreme dimensional lords appeared, and the chaotic and disordered dimensional gaps were now deathly silent, with everything brought to a standstill.

Looking up, it seemed as if all was silent.

As their voices faded, the masters of the various smaller dimensions who had been forced to stop around them were now filled with doubt and uncertainty as they watched this scene. Their thoughts began to diverge, and various possibilities flickered in their minds.

They had hoped to use this opportunity to escape from here, to escape the greedy clutches of that strange god named Odin and the chilling gaze that seemed to want to devour them.

However, no matter how they tried, it was to no avail. They fell into a state of stillness along with the dust in the gaps, unable to make any sound, only their thoughts were slowly running.

Before these powerful dimensional lords, I, also a dimensional lord, am no different from a tiny speck of dust.

Under their gaze, the shadow named Odin did not fall silent like them. He slowly moved, transforming into a human figure clad in golden armor, and sat behind the white, eight-legged behemoth.

Facing these top dimensional lords who now hold high positions in the multiverse, He maintained a calm and composed demeanor, though somewhat bewildered.

"I never expected that I would attract the attention of so many dimensional lords."