Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods.

This is the Green Reaper, also from the world of How to Train Your Dragon. Its relationship with the Red Reaper is similar to that of the Silver Dragon and the Gold Dragon. It is also unknown why the Green Reaper appears in other worlds.

It felt uneasy at this moment, even though the storm had trapped it on the island, it did not have the immediate power to kill it.

What truly terrified it was a force behind the storm, a force it had never felt before so immense and intense that it could hardly breathe.

It was as if the ocean and mountains were all pressing down on it, making it almost impossible for it to breathe.

The wind and rain raged, and the waves rolled.

To the Green Reaper, all of this was gathering power, ready to take its life at any moment.

Outside the storm, Luneburg stood in the dim sky, surrounded by streaks of lightning. Lightning bolts clashed and collided in the dark clouds, sometimes striking the electric field surrounding Titan, making the field of charged particles even more dazzling.

The Green Reaper's near-dead-dog state left Longbo speechless. He looked at the spores still attached to the radiating organ on his shoulder and whispered:

"You really can't kill it?"

Lumbert initially believed Ava's claims, but hesitated after seeing the grand spectacle she had created.

If he can get things out of this state, then he has at least ten ways to take down the Green Reaper.

In the simplest terms, being struck by lightning would be enough to turn it into charcoal, sink it into the ocean, and allow energy to flow back into the world.

The Green Reaper is neither a monster nor a Titan, and it's safe to say it has absolutely no protection against electricity; striking it down wouldn't be a problem at all.

Ava's response left Longbo speechless.

He indicated that among the creatures He created, there was none that could check or balance Him.

"... "

Longbo recalled the conversation he had just had, but ultimately said nothing.

He asked again, "Why not kill it?"

The sea breeze swept through the clouds and brought His answer.

He was very interested in species that could grow to this size, and its ability to spew flames was something He had never seen before.

"You want to replicate such a creature?" Longbo asked meaningfully, gazing at the green death god shivering in the storm.

Ava exerted her willpower, and the dark clouds covering the sky parted to reveal a dazzling starry sky. A particularly bright star was shining and was about to arrive.

A great danger is descending upon Pandora; it may appear on Pandora in a few days. He must be prepared, and thus he left behind the Green Death.

But soon, He responded.

No, it's not necessary now.

After Longbo arrived, He showed Him a completely new path, creating an embodiment of balance that regulates nature.

Once Ava obtains from Lombard the ecological balance avatar created by the Forerunners, known as the Titan, she will have the power to defend herself.

Following the direction Ava pointed out, Longbo looked around and the vast and boundless universe unfolded before his four eyes, with omnipresent electromagnetic radiation coming into view.

An object with obvious signs of human intervention is approaching, is disengaging from high-speed movement, and is about to decelerate.

spacecraft.

The word came to Longbo's mind.

Humanity's spaceship—meaning the movie's plot is about to begin—will embark on an exploration and plunder of Pandora.

But this doesn't seem to have much to do with Longbo; he just needs to wait a few days to take down the Green Reaper before heading back.

Longbo withdrew his gaze from the sky and focused it back on the eye of the storm ahead, watching the Green Reaper.

"You can now let this storm pass."

He wasn't sure how many days Ava's research would take, so to be on the safe side, he planned to lock the Green Reaper in the Rainbow Realm first.

As soon as she finished speaking, Ava responded.

He indicated that a storm of this magnitude could not simply dissipate, and that it would take a long time to return to normal.

“It doesn’t matter.” Longbo explained that he was simply telling Ava not to waste any more energy.

After leaving those words, he manipulated the electric field to enter a high-speed movement state, rushing into the eye of the storm against the wind, the enormous shadow approaching the fire dragon.

...

In the depths of space, the immigrant spaceships belonging to the human RDA Group gradually entered Pandora orbit.

On the spaceship bridge, the head of the RDA immigrant spaceship company had just woken from hibernation and was sitting in a specially made wheelchair, gazing intently at the beautiful planet outside the window.

Although they had already observed before setting off that this planet, Pandora, was no less prosperous than Earth had ever been.

But it wasn't until they saw it with their own eyes that they realized this planet, not far from Earth, was far more beautiful than Earth itself.

According to reports from the probes that arrived earlier, the ecology here is far superior to that on Earth, and even the soil contains rare superconductors, which is a huge treasure.

"Any orders from the company?" The person in charge gently rubbed his fingers against the crystal wine glass, his gaze still fixed on Pandora.

They are the largest single non-governmental organization of humankind in the universe, possessing not only advanced high technology but also powerful military force.

They maintained good relations with both the government and the military, thus gaining their support and securing the rights to develop the planet.

The person in charge was also hired to come to this planet to deploy various projects for the company and to monitor large-scale military operations in reverse.

Five years may not seem like a long time, but it's enough for the company headquarters, located far away on Earth, to change its mind many times.

As the executor and person in charge, he needs to understand the ideas and needs of those above in real time.

His secretary, who woke up half a month before him, stepped forward with her legs encased in stockings. She came to the transparent tabletop and gently tapped the special material instrument with her slender fingertips.

A clear blue projection, accompanied by a crisp sound, appeared in front of the person in charge, showing him the various changes in the company.

"The information we've received recently consists mainly of public announcements and personnel changes on Earth. The biggest issue concerns changes in shareholders, which we have no right to interfere with."

"Is that so?" The person in charge seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. He was worried that his superiors' ideas might have changed during his years of hibernation, which would make his subordinates so frustrated that they would vomit blood.

"but…"

The secretary adjusted her glasses, then used her access privileges to pull up another report: "I think you need to take a look at this. Pandora seems to have undergone astonishing changes, which will definitely affect subsequent logins."

Chapter 36 Impact

The person in charge frowned, shifting his gaze from Pandora outside the window to the projection in front of him.

It was a constantly changing, dynamic data monitoring report, showing the changes in Pandora's climate and vegetation cover over the past few dozen Earth days.

The report clearly shows that a fire broke out in a certain area of ​​Pandora not long ago, and such a fire should have burned for dozens of days or even half a year.

But the fire was extinguished in just a few days, as if an invisible hand had wiped it all away.

A week later, Pandora's ocean currents underwent severe and unusual changes, resulting in the formation of an extremely powerful storm with a massive wind ring that was clearly visible from space.

The center of the massive wind circle was strangely calm, and it happened to encompass the deserted island, which was quite eerie.

Looking at the projected wind tunnel and deserted island, the person in charge keenly sensed that something was wrong.

The female secretary was also watching all of this, gently tapping the table, zooming in on a certain scene, and her voice rang out at the right time: "According to the images taken by the company's advance detection satellite, there seem to be traces of an enormous creature active on the deserted island at the center of the storm."

"Analyzing this strange storm, we cannot rule out the possibility that it was caused by it."

"We all know that Pandora's ecosystem is completely different from Earth's, so perhaps such a creature really exists..."

"You mean this planet has given birth to a living climate weapon?" Upon hearing this, the person in charge turned his head thoughtfully to look out the window at the exceptionally clear forest and ocean.

The secretary adjusted his glasses again and replied, "That possibility cannot be ruled out."

"I had already reported the relevant information to the company headquarters in accordance with regulations before Mr. awoke."

After the words were spoken, the atmosphere on the bridge became eerily quiet, with only the faint sounds of equipment running faintly audible.

After a long silence, the person in charge finally came to his senses and asked, "Is that storm still ongoing?"

“But according to the tests, the storm has begun to dissipate.” The secretary nodded, then pulled up the image of Pandora’s back at that moment.

A wind circle covering almost a third of the ocean is projected onto the screen, still spinning rapidly alongside a waterspout, the raging storm seemingly dimming the entire world.

Although the projected data all indicated that the storm was dissipating, anyone who saw this scene would hesitate.

The female secretary put down the documents in her hand, looked at the person in charge, and said seriously, "This climate change is clearly abnormal, and we are worried that it will affect our plans to land and establish a colony."

Her meaning was clear: she suggested sending personnel to investigate the situation. Information about the live weather weapon was very important, and once the company received the information, it would definitely issue a relevant arrest order.

The person in charge fell into deep thought, his gaze flickering slightly before finally settling on his secretary. He asked, "Has Colonel Quagchi woken up?"

The secretary demonstrated everything a qualified secretary should do, having already memorized all the useful information, and gave a smiling answer: "He is already undergoing rehabilitation training, sir."

"Then please invite him over."

"The landing plan will proceed as scheduled. I want to see the colony established within three days and all preparations for mining completed within a week."

“Yes, sir,” the secretary replied obediently, then turned and strode gracefully out of the bridge.

...

Three days later, a giant landing craft separated from the immigrant ship, its thrusters descended, and it slowly entered planetary orbit, flying towards the other side.

Inside the landing craft, mercenaries, some in protective suits and others piloting new powered exoskeletons, were fully armed and ready to land.

As the landing craft entered the orbit, it shook violently, and the intense, blinding red light intensified the already disgruntled mercenaries, who couldn't help but complain.

"The higher-ups have really gone mad!"

"They actually sent us to investigate the eye of the storm! If the storm moves, we're all doomed!"

Nearby, a colleague piloting a powered exoskeleton quickly checked weapons and ammunition, then whistled:

"I suggest you put the dog tag in your mouth. Otherwise, if you can't distinguish the body, it will only be considered a missing person case, and the company won't give you any compensation. Moreover, the insurance may not cover it either."

Another mercenary, who was fiddling with a dagger, watched the spectacle with amusement: "If you're so timid, you should go back to your mother's arms and drink milk, Brian!"

"Can't you say something nice?!" The tall, thin Black man who had spoken earlier became furious upon hearing this.

Clang... Clang...

Colonel Quach piloted his mech from the back of the crowd, silencing everyone. He held considerable prestige among the mercenaries.

He picked up the cockpit communicator, the dim red warning light illuminating his sharply defined, soldier-like face: "How much longer until we land?"

A response, tinged with a faint electrical current, rang out and echoed throughout the cabin.

"Colonel, three minutes from now."