Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods.

Looking up at the sky, the thick fog revealed a huge vortex, and on the top layer of the fog, which resembled a canopy, two huge stars, like blood moons, appeared, swaying in the fog with scarlet trails as the blood moons moved.

Longbo's four eyes reflected the blood moon, and his body felt unnaturally agitated and tense. Although he instantly regained control of his body, chaotic thoughts that defied common sense still arose in his mind.

The thick fog in the sky sank down, enveloping Wendigo's body and coalescing into a blurry but chillingly large humanoid silhouette.

His feet seemed to merge with the ground, with only his withered upper body silhouetted against the sky.

His full form was obscured by the mist, but only his blood-red eyes, as clear as the moon, were truly visible, causing Longbo to instinctively tighten his grip on his spear.

Longbo subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to attack, but when he looked at the blood moon hanging high in the sky, he entered an illusion.

He appeared in a world where the sky was blood red, standing on the ruins of a small town in the Arctic Circle.

The surrounding wind and snow seemed to be deliberately maintained at a level that made every living being feel the biting cold, adjusting itself according to the different tolerance levels of different beings, so that every being could feel the cold and hunger equally.

Despite the bitter cold, the ruins of the dilapidated town still teemed with believers draped in robes made of human skin, their heads fused with the skulls of deer.

Under the guidance of the priests, they began a ritual to worship the ruler, invoking the ancient ruler of the cold night named Itakua, who resided in the Arctic Circle.

The moment Longbo heard the name, he opened his eyes and returned to his original world.

"An arcane evil god like Gatanothor?" Longbo had a certain guess in his mind.

At that moment, the dark shadows shrouding the misty sky dissipated, and the monsters that had gathered fled.

The fallen ice layer in Wendigo seemed to have transformed into some kind of ritual altar, with various patterns appearing in the pool of blood.

The enormous corpse of the "female Wendigo" underwent a horrific mutation, its body seemingly being kneaded and pulled at will by some invisible force.

The body, which originally contained rock-like muscles, began to decay at a visible speed, its glossy hair fell out, and it rotted the moment it came into contact with the ice.

It grew a head again, its body became extremely shriveled, its skin pale and clung tightly to its jagged skeleton.

Its limbs grew increasingly thin and withered, and its sharp claws resembled curved scythes, reflecting the gray luster of death.

He sat up and revealed to Longbo his grotesque, writhing skull, with tattered human skin emerging from his pale white antlers, from which blood dripped from time to time, a truly chilling sight.

Itakya stood up, surrounded by some invisible force. The breath he exhaled was no longer white smoke, but supernatural ice crystals and the putrid mist of the souls of the unjustly killed.

For Him, this was not a long-planned invasion, nor a sacrifice to please those in power, but a spontaneous stroll.

Finally, He descended completely, opened His eyes, and revealed a calm light that seemed to indicate that everything else was insignificant.

The moment He descended, all the powerful beings in the world sensed something amiss and trembled.

Storms and snow descended through the fog.

It did not disturb the thick fog that permeated the surroundings, but it gradually spread to the whole world. It only took the arrival of a creature of the same name, and the resulting wind and snow were enough to send the world back to the Ice Age.

Chapter 65 Unconventional Methods

Before the snowstorms turned the Earth back into an ice age, invisible fluctuations had already spread throughout the world.

In Siberia, the Snow Demon looked up at the sky, a hint of human-like confusion flashing in its eyes. It sensed that a new ice age was descending without warning.

In a corner of Atlantis, Godzilla stood up on a high platform built by humans, gazing towards North America. Without any hesitation, he embarked on his journey.

On an island in the Yellow Sea, a boy playing with his friends looked up and was alerted by a familiar ripple.

...

The raging hurricane spread wildly at speeds far exceeding those of sound, leaving a pale, chilling, and terrifying scene in sight.

Longbo stood before the towering Itakua, the biting wind whipping snowflakes against his body, causing his cloak and black hair to flutter, only to freeze in mid-air due to the extreme cold.

The biting wind that swept over him made Longbo feel the chill he hadn't felt in a long time. His body was being licked by the wind, making him feel unusually heavy and his joints stiff.

He subconsciously raised his hand to shield his face, and within moments it was covered with wisps of glistening ice crystals.

This extreme cold was comparable in temperature to the Snow Demon's breath, but it seemed to contain some special power or magic, and even Longbo felt the biting cold.

Despite this, the mist around them showed no signs of being dispersed by the storm, and the twisted monsters all around them seemed completely unaffected.

Standing over fifty meters tall on all fours, with many tentacles on their heads and numerous small limbs on their bellies, these beasts calmly traversed the ice plains and headed into the distance.

The culprit who caused all this, Itakua, remained remarkably calm. He didn't even glance at Longbo, nor did he intend to do anything to the world.

For Him, it was merely a trivial stroll, and the snow was simply a gift that came with His arrival.

Longbo's four eyes reflected Itacua, which began its stroll using Wendigo as its vessel.

With each step it took, the fierce hurricane grew even more ferocious, the chill carrying ice crystals blowing, enough to strip a strong mammoth to its skeleton.

Although Itakua did not seem to have any malicious intent, Longber still clearly realized that he could not let it continue like this.

It can turn the Earth into an ice ball without doing anything, and it could be far more serious than what the Snow Demon caused.

At this moment, Longbo finally realized that it wasn't Wendigo who messed things up, but rather that it was just too unlucky to share a name with an arcane evil god who didn't value life.

Other Titans, including Luna, share names with mythological beings to varying degrees, but Wendigo is the most unfortunate, being used as the body of a wandering being by an arcane evil god.

At the same time, Longbo also fully realized just how hot this rewarding task really was.

Ithaca, in the message Luna saw in the illusion, was a malevolent god similar to Gatanothor. His title was Windrunner, Lord of Cold and Death.

The difference between Him and Gatanothor is that the former is the ruler of darkness, powerful enough to make the universe tremble. Ithaca, on the other hand, seems to be merely the ruler of extreme cold and death.

Longbo tried to move his body, and although he was able to move, it was very inconvenient.

Although looking directly at the Arcane God did not drive Lombre, the embodiment of Earth's ecological balance, insane, the ensuing icy chill still restricted his mobility.

This reduced his speed by more than one level; while he couldn't move an inch, he could hardly run.

Meanwhile, Itakua's figure continued to move slowly, leaving behind festering white acne on Earth.

Seeing this, Longbo did not hesitate and directly activated the overload ability he had gained after his slumber.

In an instant, Longbo's body temperature gradually rose.

Azure electric particles leaped up from his body. He struggled to lift his feet, and as he landed on the rugged ice field, the leaping and swirling blue electric particles gradually turned red.

Strands of red lightning swirled around it, causing the air temperature to soar and creating a heatwave that blocked the extreme cold storm. The heartbeat was rapid and muffled, like thunder.

Under overload mode, Longbo's body temperature soars, the coldness in his body is reversed, and his strength, speed, and self-healing ability are greatly enhanced.

Longbo clearly felt his own power increasing continuously as the protoplasmic reactor overloaded, becoming so powerful that it was unbelievable to him.

However, similarly, if the overload mode exceeds Lomber's tolerance and still does not return to normal.

He will then suffer the same fate as Godzilla in its Sunburst Mode: self-dissolving, and the resulting high temperatures will cause catastrophic damage to Earth's ecosystem.

Longbo's change seemed to make Itakua's current vessel unable to ignore it any longer. Itakua slowly turned its head, its scarlet eyes revealing a hint of doubt.

He had already discerned what Lumbor and its vessel were, but Lumbor's energy puzzled Him.

How can a single planet produce so many things of this caliber?

He was completely baffled, but Longbo had already launched his attack, and the rainbow with its colors flipped back to life.

Longbo attempted to pull Him into the Pandora's Realm, but was once again rejected; the power of Itakua's mysterious forces far exceeded his imagination.

The spacetime barrier had no effect. Longbo took a step forward and soared into the air, gripping his warhammer tightly with both hands. He poured his surging power into it, causing immense damage while reducing the burden on his body.

The crimson warhammer fell upon Itakua's head with overwhelming force, causing the blizzard surrounding him to pause.

boom…

The scorching temperature and the explosive force caused the ice field beneath their feet to melt, and the ground to surge like waves.

Itacua, who was possessing Wendigo, staggered after being hit hard, half of his body exploded, and the continuously dissipating wind and snow temporarily stopped, stopping in the waters near the Americas.

Longbo did not stop his attack. Overload energy gathered in his arm, and with a wave of his hand, it turned into a crimson arc that cut through the air, slicing Itakua and the frozen soil apart, tearing out a canyon that stretched to the horizon.

Itakya doesn't seem to be good at close combat. Perhaps it's just that Great Old Ones are like that, or perhaps His vessel doesn't allow Him to unleash His full power.

Longbo's two enhanced attacks directly cleaved Him in half and shattered Him. Despite being torn to pieces, He seemed unaffected. Instead, He seemed to find it quite novel and swung out his scythe-like claws to fight Longbo.

Ignoring all this, Lumbert focused his overloaded energy on the warhammer, unleashing his power.

Although this land has become permafrost, greatly increasing its hardness, it is still being broken by successive blows.

But the repeated blows made Longbo feel that his body temperature was approaching a critical point, and the high temperature in his body was becoming increasingly terrifying, even distorting the air.

If the energy is not released soon, it is unpredictable what will happen to Itakua, but Longbo will definitely dissolve.

The scorching heat caused Longbona's brain, which had remained normal even under the pollution of Ithaca, to gradually become disordered.

He bent down and lifted Itakya, which was rapidly reassembling, high above him, his scarlet eyes staring intently at Him.

Despite suffering what could be described as an insult, Itakya remained calm, as if the Great Old Ones were indifferent to any form of humiliation.

The crimson field of charged particles surrounded Luneburg, expanding into a ring with a radius of several kilometers, converging layer by layer.

The crimson light reflected in His eyes, and the charged particle cannon at maximum power in overload mode enveloped Wendigo, who was possessed by Itakua, and fired a shot into the starry sky.

The crimson torrent pierced the atmosphere at an angle, shot into the deserted starry sky, pierced a corner of the moon, and threw large amounts of satellite debris into space.

When Longbo continued to output energy, and his body's overloaded energy was exhausted, returning to its original state, Itakua's vessel was ultimately annihilated in the universe.

Longbo stood panting in the ice field that was melting from the dissipating high temperature, leaning on his gradually melting warhammer.

He turned and looked around. The thick fog was still there, and the faint shadows of beasts continued to appear.

Lombre's heart sank. He immediately released the Warthound and ordered it to attack all other creatures. At the same time, his unique Alpha Roar frequency rang out, spreading throughout the world, attempting to summon all the Titans.

As Longbo's call to arms was issued, a heavy footstep approached from behind, and a chilling cold spread, just as biting as before.

When Longbo turned around, the figure of the male Wendigo came into view, but its body was visibly decaying and becoming emaciated.

"... "

Itakya turned his gaze over again, and this time he still wasn't annoyed, but rather showed some interest.

"Not even overload?" Longbo's heart finally died; this was yet another mechanical monster.

Finally, Longbo gave Itakua a deep look and brought up a mission that had been shelved for over three hundred years.

Since conventional methods don't work, let's try unconventional methods. The neighboring cesspool universe happens to have methods for dealing with this special kind of existence.

Acquire that ability, and then further enhance it; perhaps that will solve this predicament.

Chapter 66 Norn Messenger and Hunter

In the endless depths of space, a magnificent emerald-like planet lies across the cold, desolate void, radiating its unique colors.