Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods.

Gorleon, Zoffy, Tartarus, and the others had all seen the warp before, but its twisted and blasphemous appearance was unbelievable to them.

No amount of information can describe even a fraction of this almost ubiquitous blasphemy and evil.

Only then did they gradually come to their senses that this place was completely different from the other dimension of their multiverse.

They witnessed firsthand how profound the changes were after Longbo took control of the other dimension.

The coalition was shocked by the madness of the warp, but quickly noticed the overwhelming crimson malice and swiftly got into position.

Despite being protected by the power of three different gods who spared them from the corruption of the chaotic forces, the rage and killing intent still made them feel cold in their hands and feet and tremble all over.

As the golden ship steered forward through the storm, disappearing into it, the furious roar of the Lord of the Brass Throne echoed behind it.

The sounds seemed to echo through the storm like the cries of countless warriors, driven mad by battle, spewing blood, as if making an accusation.

He said, “Coward! Face me!”

The Lord of the Brass Throne believed himself to be unparalleled in courage and entitled to face all powerful opponents, or to tear their bodies apart and bathe in their blood.

Or perhaps his chest was torn open by his enemy, causing him to drown in blood formed from the laws of chaos.

He could not accept that Longbo would bypass him and go to find that bloated and corrupt being.

The Lord of the Brass Throne turned around in fury, his surging battle intent almost igniting the warp, crimson flames and blood erupting forth: "Face me! Coward!"

However, a huge silver figure blocked his way.

Facing this corrupt entity composed of fighting spirit, murderous intent, and rage, Noah's silver eyes revealed caution as he assumed a battle stance. The wings of Noah behind him spread high, radiating a warm light.

This rage was almost irrational, reminding Noah of his former adversary, Dark Zagi, but clearly the being before him was far more dangerous.

"Your opponent is me." Noah didn't say a word, but the message was conveyed precisely.

The Lord of the Brass Throne felt the burning and corrosive power of this light upon Him. The depression that had arisen from Longbo's departure dissipated, replaced by an even more fervent fighting spirit, and He met the challenge without hesitation.

The moment the giant axe fell, His triumphant and excited laughter resounded, causing the demons and fallen ones born of Him to revel in unison, shouting out in celebration.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull offering to the skull seat!!"

Countless fanatical warriors and a sea of ​​demonic light launched their attack, while bloodthirsty demons licked the blood from the war, their eyes gleaming with crimson light.

Behind them, countless bloodletters, raging steel bulls, and other demons formed a wave.

The storm caused by the collision between the chaotic worlds annihilated countless demons without a clear affiliation on the spot; even the great demons who were not part of the chaos could not survive in this collision.

The Chaos Lesser Gods, who had a large following in the real world, were also thrown back by the violent impact, landing in various dangerous corners deep within the warp.

They watched all this with lingering fear, utterly unable to intervene in this conflict between the highest deities, gazing at the storm in the sky like tiny mice under the impact of chaotic energy.

Maris, the god of vengeance and destruction; Vashtor, who controls forging and malevolent arts; and Bilak, the demon prince of chaos, all beings renowned in the depths of the warp, have changed their usual ways and are now hiding themselves in fear.

They knew that although they had a place in this warp, they were very weak and could not compete with the true chaotic gods.

Besides these lesser deities, many fallen beings who are not part of chaos also try to minimize their presence.

Perturabo, the former lord of the Fourth Legion of the Human Empire, cowered in his own world, ignoring his offspring's cries for help and the urging of the gods. He was immersed in his workshop, but could not calm down to manufacture anything. Instinctively, he looked up and gazed at the battlefield.

The same was true of Loka, the first fallen demigod. Despite being placed in high hopes by the Chaos Gods, he did not participate in this great war, which far surpassed any other war.

He prayed that the war would end soon, and that if the foreign gods won, he believed he could survive peacefully as long as he submitted to the new ruler.

If the four gods of chaos win, then he will suffer no loss. His own value ensures that he and his legion will not be ruthlessly purged after the four gods' victory.

However, his plan was quickly thwarted as a shadow silently entered his demon world, transforming into a spinning shadow that shattered millions of demons and Chaos Space Marines.

Twisted, dark, and a blurry figure, seemingly composed of countless black crows, appeared before Lo Jia's eyes. A voice, as if from hell, rang out, a declaration of death that sent chills down Lo Jia's spine.

"Long time no see... my brother..."

Luo Jia remained silent upon hearing this, her fingertips trembling. She offered no reply and quietly tightened her grip on the scepter.

The gods who were not involved in the war observed the warp and they realized that the world that the alien chaotic gods had invaded was eroding the world that had given birth to them.

They were shocked to discover that the god who had invaded the realm of corruption actually possessed the entire chaotic world, perfectly controlling it and reshaping it at will.

This discovery horrified both the Anomalies and the youngest Dark Prince. Even they did not control the entire Warp; the four domains occupied only a portion of it.

For them, the subspace also holds many difficult secrets and dangers, which even they must treat with caution.

For example, the mysterious Well of Eternity, and the primordial chaos feared by the gods.

Having learned of this outcome, the Lord of Changes was now extremely angry at the Lord of the Brass Throne's reckless behavior. He should consider joining forces with the Lord of the Brass Throne.

Instead of rushing forward like a reckless fool and engaging in a passionate sword fight with that seemingly random Order God who appeared out of nowhere.

However, it was all too late.

The realm of corruption has been invaded, and the rulers of the Brass Throne have gone mad with passion and are now fighting each other. Only they remain as allies.

Under their watchful gaze, the other god of the Order did not immediately launch an attack. He seemed to be observing something, his majestic and imposing figure appearing to be engaged in some kind of contemplation.

After a brief moment of thought, he made a startling decision: he turned and entered the real universe, arriving before the Golden Throne.

The King of Space was surprised to see the King of Ultra arrive, but he didn't ask too many questions. He simply nodded and then entered the subspace.

A moment later, only the human-sized King of Ultra and the withered, decaying corpse on the throne remained before the Golden Throne—the Lord of Humanity.

Facing the King of Ultra, who radiates a warm light, the Lord of Humanity, slumped on his throne, whispered, his voice amplified by psychic energy.

"I am so grateful..."

His voice was intermittent, containing an extremely terrifying and destructive power that even his remaining consciousness could not control precisely.

In the throne room, his returning sons were overcome with grief upon hearing the sound, almost wailing in despair.

The King of Ultra witnessed the tragic state and suffering of the Lord of Humanity, gaining a new understanding of his love for humanity.

Perhaps the Lord of Humanity and Seven would have a lot in common. This is the King of Ultra's initial impression of the Lord of Humanity.

“I’ve heard about you from Longbo.”

“I also know about your conversation with him, including your desire for Him to help you get rid of this.”

Upon hearing this, the sons of the Lord of Mankind, enduring the torment, looked up at their father in disbelief, their eyes flashing with reluctance and pleading.

The Lord of Humanity did not answer, but the King of Ultra could see it in his eyes and in the dark sun deep in subspace.

The Lord of Mankind was in great pain at this moment. Whether it was the constraints of the Golden Throne, the worship of countless people in the human empire, or the erosion of the destructive power, all of these caused him extreme suffering. He desperately longed for the release he deserved.

In response, the King of Ultra spoke again:

“If you want, I can help you get out of this state and reverse your condition, but if I do that, I won’t be able to join the fight.”

The King of Ultra would never have helped a being like the Lord of Humanity, who was stained with the blood of countless lives and led humanity to destroy many other races.

But after witnessing his suffering and extraordinary pain in order to ensure the continuation of humanity, the King of Ultra was willing to help him this time.

The current ruler of humanity, due to the remnant power of the so-called Dark Lord and humanity's millennia-long worship, is now racing toward becoming neither the Dark Lord nor the ruler of humanity.

In this chaotic war of the Warp, the Golden Throne is no longer the key reason why he cannot stand up, but rather the projection of himself deep within the Warp.

The Lord of Mankind would almost instantly transform into Him upon standing up, but he did not have the same favorable conditions as Longbo, and would lose his self once he ascended.

At that time,

He will become a new being, existing between the King of Darkness and the Lord of Mankind, a new chaotic god worshipped by countless humans for millennia—the God Emperor.

And this is the real reason why He prayed for Longbo to be freed after his victory.

And coincidentally, the King of Ultra possesses the ability to allow the Lord of Humanity to live again in human form. Although the price would be high, it is not impossible.

As the King of Ultra's voice faded, a harsh and eerie reply, like the rapid breathing of a dying man, echoed in the throne room.

"Regardless, I...accept..."

Chapter 257 The War Is On

Deep within the warp, a massive war is raging, affecting almost every corner of the world.

Light and chaos, order and evil.

The forces representing these two factions clashed, with the corrupting power of demons colliding with the positive energy rays of the Ultra Warriors, making the storm-ravaged subspace even more chaotic.

The King of Space looked at the enormous chaotic battle before him, and what he saw did not seem to be a battle between giants of light and chaotic entities.

The blinding yet unusually warm light represented the Giants of Light's determination and conviction to protect all living beings, standing in stark contrast to the corrupt power of the Chaos Demons, which originated from the gods and the Warp.

These pollutants, which could cause severe corruption and catastrophic destruction to an entire sector by exposing even the smallest amount of information, have no effect whatsoever on the giants of light.

All sorts of filthy spells and even materialized weapons melt away like snow the moment they come into contact with Specium particles and light. Even the demons subordinate to the mighty Chaos Gods can only shriek as they turn to ashes.

This scene was clearly seen by the powerful Chaos Demons and even the gods, making them realize that the radiant power of these Order-side giants had a great restraining effect on the Warp.

Mere contact with it can cause unbearable pain to the demons that stir up trouble in the warp, as if they were being ignited by the high temperature of a star, howling in agony.

Under the watchful eye of the King of Space, these giants of light, who were already prepared, separated and, under the long-term agents arranged by Longbo, launched fierce attacks deep into various demonic realms.

Many warriors from the Kingdom of Light, where Titan Earth is located, followed Noah, the first ray of light in the universe, in a fierce battle against these raging demons.

Their enormous size allowed them to annihilate large numbers of demons with a single move. Only the terrifying bloodthirsty madmen under the command of the Lord of the Brass Throne, empowered by warp energy, could rival these elites from the Land of Light.

At the edge of that labyrinth teeming with malice, rife with magic and storms, the giants of light from the main universe of the Kingdom of Light, led by young warriors, carved their way through the labyrinth, their dazzling light annihilating many demons skilled in magic, transformation, and deception.

Even without a being of the same level as the Chaos God leading them, they still unleashed tremendous power. The powerful forms displayed by those young warriors were so impressive that even the King of Space couldn't help but take notice and was extremely shocked.

Seeing the immense power of those young warriors, the King of Space even had a strange thought: with the power these young people displayed, they might actually be able to take down the usurper.

Under this bizarre idea, the King of Space even forgot that the altered heavens were the name of the long-dead god of his universe.

After a brief moment of reflection, the King of Space shook his head, drew his flaming sword, and vanished from his spot. When he reappeared, he was already standing before the realm filled with decadent music and an atmosphere of indulgence.

What came into view was a realm filled with morbid purple and manipulative pink, where various monsters and chaotic entities under Longbo's command were relentlessly attacking the outermost Ring of Greed of the Abomination's sixth ring.

The "demon" that Longbo belonged to was naturally unaffected by such unrestrained greed and desire, tearing a crack open with unstoppable force, rampaging through this morbidly greedy ring.

The warriors from the kingdom, mixed among the fungal monsters, did not attack immediately, but instead kept their minds focused and did not let themselves be distracted.

As the most elite unit, their opponents will be the indulgent guardians under the Prince of Pleasure, not these ordinary demons.

The Lord of Space appeared on Tartarus's shoulder, supporting his shoulder armor, and gazed into the distance at the next realm, speaking with great interest:

"We meet again, Tartarus. I never expected you to be assigned here by Lumbert to help me cleanse these corrupt things."

Tartarus nodded as he flew, showing no surprise at the arrival of the King of Space. "He deliberately separated us from the Land of Light so that we would not have any conflict."

“We have communicated, and it is reasonable for me to be assigned here.”