Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods.

But at this moment, Longbo was already powerful enough to truly suppress this avatar of the ruler, even upon contact with it.

Lumbert also noticed the nature of what was before him, even though it shared the same title as the Great Old Ones.

But in reality, Itakya is closer to an arcane evil god like Gatanothor, at least not as terrifying as I knew in my previous life in terms of mysterious spiritual pollution.

Longbo's azure eyes shone brightly, revealing a glimpse of the future battle before his eyes.

He instantly stopped teleporting and turned to look at a certain direction on the ground, where an invisible wind was gathering, outlining a withered and skeletal silhouette.

In the scene that Longbo saw, it seemed to be the source of the mist, where Itakua would appear.

Before that tiny spacetime rift, it draws power from its original form outside the world, lets out a shriek, and releases the souls it has devoured.

Countless innocent people will pour out from the rift, covering every corner of the world, entering human bodies, and turning them into ghouls with antlers, thick hair, and decaying bodies.

Longbo naturally wouldn't watch all this happen. He cast a cold glance at them, his soul controlling the panel to continuously draw power from the Sea of ​​Souls.

Under Longbo's gaze, Itakya's figure appeared. He came with the wind, not existing in the previous moment, but standing there in the next.

He opened his blood-red maw, wanting to let out a silent shriek and gain more power from beyond the world.

But before that, a psychic shriek rang out before Him, the power of psychic energy spreading out, brushing against the cold wind, and carrying a shriek that seemed to come from the deepest part of the sea of ​​souls, mixed with anger and terror.

The violent impact exceeded the Wendigo's limits, causing Itakua's avatar to tremble and its upper body to sway in a phantom form.

Lonbo levitated in the air using his psychic energy and magnetic field, his hands outstretched and overlapping in front of him, seemingly imprisoning Itakya firmly in his palms from a distance. His psychic energy swelled and rose like flames at the corners of his eyes, leaving a trail of azure blue.

The next second, the earth trembled under the roar of psionic energy.

The earth's surface seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, with glaciers and rock layers breaking and turning under immense force, and the remaining roots of plants twisting like nerves. The earth's surface, stretching to the horizon, rotated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Every inch of soil, every rock, rotates against the laws of physics, everything is crushed and mixed into one, rotating clockwise along an invisible arc.

The once pale plains have now transformed into a death vortex on the earth's surface, engulfing Itakua and turning it into a spiraling mountain that stands tall on this land.

Towering peaks are interspersed with the broken remains of the earth and the outlines of glaciers. Many decaying trees coil like veins on the rock walls, and the twisted fossil structures with their ferocious spiral patterns reveal the traces of violent rotation.

The violent tremors triggered a massive earthquake across the entire North American continent, and the intense shaking caused all the monsters and Titans on the land to instinctively look toward its source.

Looking up, the battlefield stretching to the horizon spun like a vortex under the immense force, and a brand new mountain rose from the ground.

Standing here, it resembles a towering spiral reaching the sky.

Within the spiraling mountain peak, a pale, withered claw lay exposed, drooping limply, its scarlet blood splattering out and staining half of the mountainside red.

Itakya suffered the most severe injuries since his arrival. The forces of geology crushed and pulverized his vessel, and the ensuing psychic energy twisted and distorted his will, almost shattering it.

Itakyuya is imprisoned a thousand meters above the ground by towering spiral mountains, with the source of the dense fog behind it, a rift leading to another world.

Behind him lay a power within reach, but Itakua, whose consciousness had been torn apart by psychic energy, was powerless to stop it.

The crimson giant breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this, and the crystal on its chest flashed more and more frequently.

The fire demon warrior, with eye-like crystals on its head and right chest, looked up at the sky, the instigator of all this approaching its peak.

Longbo slowly descended, looking indifferently at Itakua, who was trapped on the peak and unable to move, and raised his hand again.

The power of the sea of ​​souls surged, transforming into flames that burned His incarnation.

Psychic energy surged like a celestial river, and the thick fog rolled and gathered under its guidance. The distorted spatial structure began to return to its proper place before Longbo, who possessed both spacetime and psychic power.

The distorted light and shadow were dispelled by the brute force of psionic energy, and the distortion and malice in the air gradually dissipated.

As the last wisp of mist vanished and the crack emitted barely perceptible points of light amidst a buzzing sound, the Itakya avatar residing within the Wendigo finally felt a powerful suction and was forcibly expelled by psionic energy.

As the distorted light and shadow gradually disappeared into the specks of light, Itakya's gaze swept over the Titans and giants, finally settling on the Balrog Warrior, followed by a murmur.

"..."

I...remember...your race...

His voice was like the mournful wails of thousands of unjustly killed people, or like the biting cold wind in the polar regions.

Long Bomo didn't care and used his spiritual energy to extinguish it.

Your hard-fought victory against the Wendigo is truly something to celebrate!

[Received: Legendary Points *2, Skill Points *4]

[Note: Your story will be passed down through the world in the form of ancient folk customs and myths.]

In one corner of the battlefield, the Kirieloid, who had just managed to extend their senses slightly from the dark room, heard these words and froze.

"...?!"

The Kirieloid went completely insane. Why would they remember what they did? They didn't do this, did they?!

Chapter 70 Longbo's Thoughts

With the beings from beyond the world expelled, the extreme cold that was spreading throughout the world lost its source and stopped spreading under the breath of two Alpha-class Titans.

The Snow Demon blinked its gentle beastly eyes, and its extremely cold energy surged like steam, shooting into the sky once more, attempting to dispel the cold wave that enveloped North America on its own.

Although it is also a Titan of extreme cold, the extreme cold after the Wendigo mutation is too powerful. Even the Snow Demon, who has frozen the world more than once, would have to spend a long time to break free.

Godzilla also stopped breathing, surveyed its surroundings, and finally left with a low growl.

The distant sky was dyed red by the high temperature. The Rodon couple, who had met Lombard once, soared over North America at supersonic speed, swooping down to kill the otherworldly behemoth.

Similar scenes unfolded across North America, with many Titans rushing to the continent at Alpha's call to slaughter the behemoths.

The Yamata no Orochi, Typhon, Behemoth, and other colossal beasts killed more than one twisted behemoth on this continent.

Further away, a blue monster with eight sacred dragon heads swaying behind it emerged from the earth's veins.

Renlong stood on the earth, looking up at the spiraling peak that stood at the end of the horizon, and instantly realized that he had arrived too late.

The crisis has been resolved, ending with the help of those exceptionally large monsters and giants.

Renlong's gaze pierced through the sunlight, and he saw the silhouette of a human figure slowly descending in front of the tower.

A Titan nearly 150 meters tall descended to earth, sunlight shining upon it, casting its shadow over the land, and golden rays outlining its blurred silhouette.

As if sensing Renlong's gaze, He slowly turned his head to look at where Renlong was, gazing at the pinnacle of Earth's monsters from afar, their eyes meeting in the air.

“Ren Dragon…”

Longbo muttered to himself as the figure that arrived late in the distance was backed by eight dragon heads, far stronger than the Titans of Earth.

It seems to have arrived late for some special reason and did not participate in this event. But in any case, it is still an extremely powerful fighting force on Earth.

The eye contact between the two enormous creatures lasted for less than ten seconds before they looked away from each other.

Renlong surveyed its surroundings, then its massive form sank back into the earth's veins and disappeared from the surface of the North American continent.

Longbo lowered his head, his massive, mountain-like body casting a shadow that obscured the approaching giant.

The Flame Demon Warrior stood before Longbo, its figure resembling a tall woman. Beneath the crystal on its head, black stripes outlined an abstract crying face on its features.

She was not a true Balrog warrior of the Kirieloids, but a priestess who had obtained their power.

The Kirieloids were tricked by the priestess last time, and the passage to Earth was forcibly closed, causing some of the projected power to dissipate.

Only the female Kirieloid, who was sent at great cost and was highly compatible with the priestess, still resides in the priestess's mind.

Under the power of the Red Titan, the spirits of the Kirieloids were imprisoned in a dark room, and the priestess was able to control the power of the Kirieloids.

This includes their various supernatural powers, as well as their ability to transform into fire demon warriors.

Not long ago, that eerie fluctuation spread throughout the world, and the bronze spark prism she carried with her returned to her adopted son's hands, turning him into a giant.

The priestess, using the power of the Kirieloids, transformed into a Balrog warrior and also arrived here.

Of course, the transformation into a Flame Demon Warrior also requires the cooperation of the Kirieloids, at the cost of slightly loosening the restrictions of the dark room so that she can receive information from the outside world.

She reverted to her original appearance, standing silently in the cold wind, gazing at the drastically changed Long Bo before her, her eyes gradually becoming somewhat confused.

"... "

She didn't understand why Uncle Long had grown so much taller in such a short time since they parted.

So, through telepathy, she expressed her confusion to Longbo and worried that it might have a negative impact on him.

Longbo lowered his gaze and gave her a reassuring look, then turned his attention to the ancient giant not far away.

Although the crystal on his chest was flashing more and more frequently and he looked exhausted, he still maintained his posture without moving.

He guided dazzling light particles from the crystal in his head, which flew into the sky like dandelions in the wind, landing in the area where spacetime rifts once existed, thus reinforcing the passage that Longbo had closed.

Having accomplished all this, his massive body collapsed to his knees, but before his knees touched the ground, he dissipated into particles of light, reverting to his boyish form as he fell.

The priestess looked worried, and after conveying to Longbo that she was going to take the child back, she once again used the power of the Kirieloids to turn into a beam of light and disappear.

Longbo watched them leave, and only when he realized that everything had come to an end did he begin to check the prompts.

“Legendary value…” Longbo mused.

The hint indicates that legendary points are different from attribute points and skill points; they cannot be retained and will be used automatically once obtained.

It seems that it can only be obtained from certain beings who are powerful enough to be mysterious and have special legends.

It allows certain stories of Longbo to be passed down in many worlds through unique folklore and mythology, making him a legend.

However, the Legendary Value doesn't seem to provide any direct bonus or benefit to Longbo. Apart from spreading Longbo's story, it doesn't seem to have much use.

For some reason, Longbo had an almost instinctive feeling that the role of the legendary value was not so simple.

It must have some function that Longbo was unaware of.

Surely we can't go to all this trouble just to let Longbo show his face in other worlds and legitimize his identity? Longbo thought that was unlikely.

...

While Longbo was pondering, Titans who had received the call continued to arrive on this continent.

The moment they landed, they detected the twisted behemoths scattered across the continent and immediately began their hunt.

The Snow Demon's thawing work continues. Its long experience has given it extraordinary patience, and it is now thawing very carefully to restore life to the continent.

The sun shines on this still-cold continent, casting the shadows of its spiraling peaks across the frozen ground.

Longbo looked up at the towering mountains that reached into the clouds, and began to make detailed calculations in his mind. Earth's current fighting power was completely insufficient to deal with various enemies.

Earth needs more fighting power.

Longbo felt that the Titans on Earth at this moment, both in terms of power and number, needed to be improved.