Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods.

The warhammers that were originally placed around the perimeter, which had been slightly melted under overload conditions, were silently corroded and instantly became covered in rust.

Psychic phenomena are spreading across Pandora, revealing glimpses of the Sea of ​​Souls.

The sky darkened, distorted colors appeared, and an invisible force spread all around. One after another, distorted light and shadow appeared and disappeared with the whispers.

Twisted figures surrounded Longbo, making no attempt to conceal their desire to possess his body and descend into the material universe.

They stroked the surrounding skeletons, revealing the scarlet flesh, which gradually turned into writhing, twisted organs that clung to the dead, sending chills down the spines of the distant golden ship and causing its sanity to plummet.

The sky revealed the gap between the physical universe and the sea of ​​souls, turning into a faint crack lying across the demon realm, as if a single shriek from Longbo could tear it apart.

Longbo opened his eyes again to check his own panel.

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【④ Psychic Power: (α-level, uncontrollable)】

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After investing skill points, his psionic energy was significantly enhanced, but it also went from being controllable to uncontrollable. The astonishing scenery around him also proved that Lonbo's body seemed insufficient to control and coordinate with his soul in using his power.

"Is there a mismatch between body and soul?"

Longbo seemed to be deep in thought, and then he invested his attribute points into the physical enhancement.

With one attribute point invested, Longbo's weight increased by 105%, resulting in a weight gain of several thousand tons.

As attribute points were invested one after another, Longbo's height also increased along with his weight.

After Longbo invested seven attribute points, his physical strength was further enhanced, and his weight increased dramatically. His psionic energy also matched his body and became controllable.

Name: Long Bo

【Height: 143.2 meters】

Weight: 176383 tons

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【④Psionic Power: (α-level, controllable)】

Longbo continuously absorbed energy from the Pandora's Realm to quickly fill the void in his body.

After this upgrade, Longbo's previous restraints have become useless, as his life level has far surpassed that of Titans and most monsters.

Aside from potential missions, Longbo will likely not gain any attribute points for a long time to come, which can be considered a trade-off.

The whispers around them subsided as many of the phantoms in the Sea of ​​Souls realized that the behemoth before them had suddenly become formidable, and most of them chose to give up.

Longbo let out a long breath, and with a thought, drew power from his sea of ​​souls, transforming it into blazing flames that burned away the eerie signs that permeated the area, restoring the demonic realm to its original state.

Once everything had calmed down, Longbo stood up again, restrained his spiritual power, and instantly left Pandora's Realm, returning to the icy plains.

When Itakya reappeared before him, other powerful beings appeared around him.

But Longbo's gaze was fixed on Itakua, his eyes glowing blue, and psionic lightning swirling in his palms, ready to strike.

Itaquya!

I am completely different now!

Chapter 68 Chaos, Arcane Gods

Paleness is the theme of North America at this moment, with wind and snow raging across the land and death relentlessly eroding the lush world.

In a corner of the battlefield, the snow demon, entirely silver-white and carrying crystals, and Godzilla, radiating blue light, tilted their heads back and spewed their breath, attempting to slow the ice from engulfing the world.

Although the Snow Demon has frozen the world many times in the past, those were changes that the Earth's environment had to go through.

The ice that exists before our eyes right now is something that Earth simply cannot accept.

Almost all powerful beings have arrived, and the Titans, summoned by the call, have appeared one after another at the edge of the continent through the tunnels to the inner world, constantly dealing with the invading behemoths.

The crimson ancient giant and his comrades joined forces to engage in a fierce battle with Ithaca, the aftershocks creating a deafening roar.

Clad in black and gray bone armor, with black stripes outlining an abstract crying face on its head, the Balrog warrior uses flames to aid the Crimson Giant from afar.

At this moment, Itakua displayed a level of skill in close combat that was different from his previous unfamiliarity with it, and in a very short time, he improved his close combat skills to a terrifying degree.

Even the ancient giants did not gain a significant advantage.

This world is so special that it slightly changed its idea of ​​taking a stroll around twice, so it spent a little effort to modify its body.

He swung his claws, wreathed in the power of death, across the giant before him, sending sparks flying from his crimson breastplate.

The red giant suffered a heavy blow, and the crystal on its chest flashed red light, making it difficult for it to stand up for a moment.

Itakya strolled over, raised his hand and knocked away the black ancient hound, the Flame Demon Warrior, and went straight to the giant.

He gazed at the giant, as if recalling the giants of another world.

Those beings from Orion seem to have sealed away the terrifying Gatanothoia, but there seems to be another hidden story behind it.

Ithaca did not wade into those troubled waters, and while he did not know much about the specifics, some snippets of information were enough for him to treat these giants with caution.

It stared intently at the giant, its eyes, visible through its exposed skull, radiating a deathly mist, and raised its claws high, preparing to attempt a close-quarters attack to obliterate it.

The ancient giant staggered to his feet, clenching his fists. His azure eyes revealed an unyielding fighting spirit, and his booming battle cry echoed through the wind and snow.

The sharp claws ripped through the sky, containing the power of death, and almost touched the body of the ancient giant, but were held in place by a sudden shockwave.

Itakyu looked up, his gaze piercing through the wind and snow, and saw lightning bolts piercing the sky and striking him head-on.

In an instant, psychic lightning enveloped Itakya, as if it had turned into azure flames that enveloped Him. At first, He did not pay attention, until this power originating from the sea of ​​souls touched the very foundation of His descent into this body.

Itakya suddenly looked up and saw the humanoid silhouette that was walking through the wind and snow. Its figure seemed to have become larger, and a unique power emanated from its body.

This unprecedented power is now becoming the key to harming the body that brought Him into this world and banishing Him from this world.

Itakya abandoned the crimson giant before him, his scarlet eyes blazing with deathly energy, and the storm intensified as he further harnessed his power.

The snow beneath my feet passively transformed into some kind of species, like something between embers and ashes, spreading evenly across the earth and carving dense cracks into the ground.

They spontaneously ignited white flames, and the residue after burning was a sticky black liquid, extremely shiny yet unusually turbid, flowing in the cracks and outlining tiny patterns invisible to the naked eye, complex and symmetrical, accurate to the micrometer level.

Each character is unlike anything humans have ever seen; they change dynamically, bending and folding in all directions.

The moment Longbo saw the characters, his retina began to passively analyze and translate them, and his neural circuits were passively triggered, instinctively filtering out this information.

Longbo began to come to his senses, raised his hand again, and his eyes shone with a flowing spiritual energy that swayed in the wind and snow.

He was a beginner in psionics and didn't know the intricacies of psionic spells or the finer details of their operation.

He only knows how to use brute force and brutality.

Amidst the blizzard, countless wailing ghosts with antlers struggled to crawl out, transforming into visible black shadows as they approached the colossal beast known as Titan.

The dark shadows spread out, becoming a dark cloud that obscured the world, and countless wailing dead reached out their claws towards Longbo.

Just as the claws were almost a kilometer away from Lumberton, they touched a light blue psionic barrier. The claws seemed to sink into a soft, highly elastic membrane, unable to penetrate any deeper.

Longbo continued onward, passing the souls of the dead. His eyes shone with blue light, and the flames originating from the sea of ​​souls ignited tiny sparks, which in a fraction of a second transformed into a different colored flame that engulfed the souls of the dead, burning them to ashes.

Itakya's avatar witnessed all of this and was extremely surprised. It did not know why the behemoth, which not long ago was just a purely physical entity, had gained such unique power in such a short period of time.

Not long ago, although the physical strength of the giant beast in front of him amazed him, it could not harm him in the slightest. But this was reversed in a short period of time.

Filled with doubt, Itakya gathered and reorganized its dissipated cold currents, preparing to use its chilling death authority to render the behemoth before it powerless to resist.

But before that, Lombard's psionic shock had already arrived.

The immense spiritual energy transformed into a tsunami, which, with a mournful roar, covered the area where Itakua was located, tearing the earth apart and sweeping it to the horizon.

The power of the Sea of ​​Souls directly annihilated the souls surrounding it, and its immense power even nearly stripped Itakua's power from its vessel.

Itakya staggered and almost fell over, his massive body arching backward, a grayish-white phantom appearing and disappearing, almost detached from and overlapping with its host.

Itakya snapped out of his daze and looked again at the approaching behemoth, only to see it casting its gaze toward its host, the color in its eyes utterly repulsive.

His body was surrounded by psychic lightning, which continuously struck the surrounding ice and snow, causing gravity to reverse, large pieces of ice to float, the light to dim, and the air to become sticky.

The earth hundreds of meters beneath my feet undulated like the chest of a giant beast, and inconspicuous cracks gradually appeared in the air, with various colors flowing through it, not belonging to any spectrum.

The signs before him silenced Itakya, the avatar of the Great Old Ones. Although it was the first time he had seen it, he could still sense that this power could only be described as chaotic and disordered.

The behemoth before them seemed to have deviated from its evolutionary path upon acquiring this power, transforming from a spacetime monster into some kind of chaotic secondary deity.

The psionic lightning swept in unimpeded in this world where the physical movement of protons was nearly stagnant, once again enveloping the Itakyua vessel and forcing it to retreat.

But this time, He quickly retaliated.

He opened his blood-red maw and unleashed the signature blue breath of the Titan Wendigo, a chilling aura mixed with the vengeful spirits of the unjustly killed, sweeping across the surroundings without causing any freezing; everything in its path turned ashen, as if it were dead.

Chapter 69 The Curtain Falls and Legends

The blue breath swept over him, reflected in Longbo's eyes, causing his pupils to contract violently. Instinctively, he used his psionic energy to teleport himself a short distance.

A rift appeared behind him, and azure psionic light wove together dark colors, instantly engulfing his massive form.

When he reappeared, Longbo was already behind Itakua, gripping his spear tightly, imbued with scorching psionic flames, and thrusting it toward His back.

Just as the spearhead struck Itakya's back, His figure flickered and disappeared like a poorly positioned holographic projection, completely unrestrained by space.

Having missed his target, Longbo didn't linger. He turned around and stepped into the vortex of psionic teleportation, disappearing from sight.

A sudden gust of wind arose, and snow filled the air. Itakya's figure appeared behind Lombre, who had paused a moment before, revealing his Windrunner alias in full.

Seeing Longbo disappear, He once again stepped into the wind and snow to chase after his figure.

Two gigantic units, each over 100 meters tall, chased each other across the snow-covered battlefield in an almost instantaneous manner, their lingering light and shadows filling the air.

The ancient crimson giant clutched his chest, staggered to his feet, and the crystal on his chest flashed rapidly as he quickly reached his companion, turning him into a ball of light and sending him away.

He himself remained on the battlefield, his azure eyes scanning the area, searching for the shadows of evil, preparing to intervene in the fight.

He possesses the ability to harm the evil creature before him, but his memories have not fully returned; he only knows that he experienced a similar battle before.

Despite his victory, he was badly injured, losing his memory and not fully recovering from his injuries.

At this moment, the remaining light and shadow of Longbo and Itakua permeated the surroundings, and everywhere there were loud noises and ripples from their collision, with rays and breaths intersecting in the sky.

In terms of pure physical strength, Longbo had the upper hand from the beginning, and he still did. With the help of psionic power, his spear, imbued with flames, was powerful enough to harm the vessel of the arcane evil god.

Without the blessing of "mysterious" forces, unless physical forces are strong enough to truly tear the universe apart, they cannot harm Itakua in the slightest.