Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods.

I am young, but I am not unintelligent.

He was a rare genius among the spacetime monsters, and his strength and potential had been recognized by many of his kind.

The fact that it receives such high praise among the cold and ruthless monster race is enough to prove that it is extraordinary.

However, this creature, which resembled a subspecies of Hilbagon, treated Goldras as a fool, which annoyed Goldras, and its eyes revealed a hint of disdain.

Are you trying to fool idiots?

Although Goldras makes no movement or sound, its posture and expression say it all.

Nevertheless, Longbo remained enthusiastic, curiously examining the monster that had once terrified him.

"Where is Hilbargon, with whom you have a good relationship?"

Longbo was somewhat puzzled. He vaguely remembered that the last time they met, it had come looking for Hilbargon.

Goldras sensed no malice from Lombre, and considering the presence of the same-origin spacetime dimension ability within him, it reasoned that despite Lombre's strange appearance, he might be a new subspecies, and thus gradually lowered its guard.

It answered Longbo as it looked at the huge monster behind him.

Although there are many instances where time-space monsters like Goldras and Silvergon have a good relationship.

But at this moment, it was not accompanied by its close friend, Silvergon; it was the youngest time-space monster in the entire time-space realm.

The Hilbaguns scattered across different time periods are all adult individuals, so it's impossible for them to play together.

“I see.” Longbo said thoughtfully, suddenly remembering that the Silvergon he had seen was indeed a small, sub-adult.

By then, Goldras had fully matured and was evolving towards a higher level.

Looking at it this way, the Hilbagun he had met was much younger than Goldras.

Hilbargon, who pounced on him the moment he saw him, was not yet born.

While Longbo was pondering, Goldras unceremoniously absorbed the spacetime energy within Pandora's Realm to replenish the energy consumed by his time travel.

At the same time, it was also curiously observing the monsters that were gradually approaching from all sides. After thinking for a moment, it looked up at Long Bo and gave him a questioning look.

Are these monsters your pets?

“That’s right,” Longbo nodded.

Having received a definite response, Goldras seemed thoughtful; to be honest, this was the first time it had encountered so many living creatures.

Although both Goldras and Silvergon are time-space monsters born from the time-space realm, they are actually quite different.

Goldras's abilities in the realm of time and space lean more towards time-related abilities, while Silvergon's abilities in the Rainbow Realm lean more towards space-related abilities.

It had seen many of its kind before, and several Silvergons, but it had never seen a subspecies like Lumbert that would raise other monsters into the Time-Space Realm.

Gradually, Goldras looked up at Lombard and gained a clearer understanding of him.

Their size is far greater than that of their kind, and the Rainbow Realm seems to have undergone a mutation, and they prefer to communicate using the language of tiny races.

This fellow creature... seems to be a freak.

A freak just like himself.

Goldras could tell that the Hilbagon subspecies in front of him was only slightly older than himself, and its strength, like his own, had not yet reached its peak.

This was the first time it had seen another creature of similar age. Before leaving, it took a deep look at the Hilbagon subspecies before it.

Longbo also sensed the surging power of the spacetime realm and realized it was about to leave. Just like its future self, it wouldn't waste time on meaningless things; once the communication was complete, it would turn and leave.

As Longbo watched the golden dragon gradually blur before him, he realized that this must have been its nature all along—coming in haste and leaving in a hurry.

Seeing this, Longbo bid it farewell once again.

Come visit again when you have time.

Goldras didn't know what polite words were. He paused for a moment after hearing Longbo's voice, then nodded and memorized Longbo's Pandora Magic Realm fluctuations.

The Time-Space Monsters have a history of good relations with Goldras and Silvergon. Since the Silvergon subspecies in front of him is about the same age as himself, it doesn't matter if he comes to visit often.

Goldras had no concept of politeness; having received such an invitation, it would inevitably come knocking again in the future.

Goldras disappeared into Pandora's Realm again, but Lumber remained crouched in place, seemingly lost in thought as if he had remembered something.

"Didn't I accept a quest to hunt down a golden dragon before? If I just casually beat it up, would I get a reward?"

"... "

In the end, Longbo gave up thinking about it. Goldras had already left, and it was too late to say anything now.

He flipped over and mounted the golden ship behind him, leading it away from Pandora's magic realm and embarking on a journey back to the surface.

But before that, he had also dispersed the Wartdogs, driving large numbers of Netherworld creatures into his Pandora to serve as food for the Wartdogs and the Golden Ship.

About ten days later, Longbo saw a huge vortex leading to the inner world on another continent above his head.

Without any hesitation, he signaled the golden ship to head towards another continent.

The golden ship roared loudly and then galloped in the direction indicated by Longbo, leaving deep hoofprints and high-flying dust in its wake.

As it approached the whirlpool-like underground passage, the golden ship, whose strength had greatly diminished, was already panting heavily. However, under Longbo's command, it still leaped into the whirlpool and thus left the underground.

Chapter 48 A Glimpse of Beauty

Around 8600 BC, Norway.

The descendants of western hunter-gatherers traverse broken ice on rafts, braving the bitter cold and snow to reach the other side of the fjord in search of reindeer.

The biting wind howled, like piercing blades slicing across the skin of the blue-eyed, dark-skinned people exposed beneath their animal hides, greedily licking at their body heat.

Cold mist, carrying glistening snowflakes, drifted down from the top of the fjord waterfall, landing on people's messy black hair and nails, where it slowly melted away.

The descendants of seven hunter-gatherers moored their rafts on the shore and ventured into the snow-covered edge of the forest to track the latest caribou tracks.

When the herd of reindeer came into view, the seven men split up, burying themselves deep in the snow under the birch trees, holding flint spears, and staring intently at their prey.

The deer herd is huddled together in the cold wind, relying on each other's body heat to provide a meager amount of warmth for the young in the herd.

The human silently gripped his flint spear, his body becoming one with the snowflakes, and crawled slowly towards them in the snow.

They held their breath and kept their body movements as low as possible to avoid being detected by their prey.

Despite this, the reindeer herd seemed to sense the danger and scattered in panic.

The sudden situation made the hunters nervous. Seeing their prey escape, they couldn't help but scramble to their feet, using the combined strength of their hands and waists to throw their spears.

Several reindeer were hit by flint spears, fell to the ground with cries of pain, and their blood stained the snow red.

The hunters couldn't help but smile; a few reindeer would be enough to keep them warm for a long time during the winter.

But the next second, a sudden tremor caused them to panic and fall to the ground.

They looked up blankly, only to witness a scene that was shattering their worldview unfolding on the other side of the mountain.

The towering mountain peak exploded, and rubble and snow were thrown into the air by some irresistible force, erupting like a snow-covered volcano releasing its immense power.

Broken boulders flew with a mournful whistling sound, landing not far from the hunters and scattering snowflakes everywhere.

A sound wave emanated from the core of the explosion, creating visible ripples in the atmosphere that spread towards the mountains and the sea.

The emerald green aurora hung high in the night sky, illuminating the snow scattered across the heavens and reflecting its magnificent colors.

An eight-legged behemoth, resembling a mountain range, appeared with a roar that seemed to come from hell. Snowstorms raged, and the magnificent aurora and dazzling starlight illuminated its towering body.

Four iron hooves, like pillars of heaven, pierced through the wind and snow, rising high and clashing against the starry sky. Their long neighs pierced through the wind and snow, echoing across the endless sea.

A colossal, humanoid shadow sat motionless on its back, the fierce wind whipping up a corner of its yellowish veil, revealing its faintly glowing blue eyes.

He seemed equally enormous, towering like a mountain, his shadow enough to obscure the forest, but clearly different from a giant beast, he was more like a god.

He sat atop the back of an eight-legged behemoth, the spear in his hand radiating eternal brilliance, his azure gaze beneath the hood measuring the edge of the world.

The scene that greeted them horrified the descendants of hunter-gatherers in western Europe, who all knelt down in horror.

The horrifying scenes, beyond human imagination, echoed and magnified in their ignorant minds.

This supernatural power filled them with awe and worship, and in the blink of an eye, they gradually associated it with all the natural disasters they had ever seen before.

As if sensing the hunter's presence, the deity cast a downcast gaze through the wind and snow, its gaze meeting the hunter's subtly awe-inspiring and horrified stare in the air.

The yellowish curtain swayed in the wind, and the snow obscured the view, preventing the hunters from seeing the deity's form, but the blue radiance under the swaying shadows pierced their hearts.

With the arrival of the gods, the wind and snow on the coast became even more intense, and the gale-force winds carried snowflakes that covered everything.

People could no longer see the god's posture; the raging wind even drowned out the roar, but the kneeling people could still feel the frenzied vibrations.

The gods have departed, and the wind and snow have calmed amidst the clamor.

The hunter's frantic heartbeat gradually calmed down, and his rapid breathing also slowed down as reason returned.

They gathered together, still shaken, to share their experience of what had just happened—a disaster unlike any they had ever faced before.

But when they approached their prey, the scene that greeted them silenced them.

A dozen meters away, a shattered boulder crashed into more than a dozen birch trees, leaving a clear path on the mountain.

Many bloodied reindeer lay scattered around, still struggling in terror as hunters approached.

The hunters looked at each other, and finally concluded that this was a gift from the gods.

...

As Titan entered the Earth's surface, the unique radiation waves of Alpha spread throughout the world.

All Titans know that a brand new Alpha-class Titan has been born and has returned to the surface.

Thus, this unique world witnessed a rare scene of prosperity belonging to the Titans.

At the same time, there were three Alphas on Earth, without causing any unrest or bloody wars for Alpha slots.

If this had happened in a much more ancient era, it would have inevitably sparked a war that affected all the Titans.

At this moment, the three Alphas tacitly acknowledged each other's existence.

...

As the Titans learned of Lunabrück's return to the surface, Lunabrück also learned where the Titans were in the world.

He could clearly see that the snakes he had once defeated were raising their heads and howling, celebrating the return of their king.

You can also see Kamazoz, who was once beaten to the brink of death and had one of his wings torn off, trembling in some dark abyss.