Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods.

The celestial-level Bemstar devoured the black market, its gaze fixed on the rainbow that stretched straight down into the universe. A spaceship, appearing out of nowhere, materialized, casting a dazzling beam of light that enveloped Bemstar.

Under the watchful eyes of nearby aliens, the spaceship rapidly shrunk the Bemstein-level celestial body back into the ship and flew towards the rainbow path.

The aliens were in an uproar at the sight. Having survived the ordeal, they were instantly energized. They realized that the spaceship was most likely heading for the monster, so they all turned into bloodthirsty spectators and followed it.

One after another, spaceships transformed into streaks of light and followed. In the star field where the giant celestial body should have existed, only Commander Blake remained.

He watched as those reckless aliens gave chase, a cold smile playing on his lips, before leaving the galaxy without looking back.

...

Meanwhile, Longbo returned to deep space at a location tens of light-years away from the black market.

He landed on the surface of a planet and looked up at the towering, bare rocky mountain.

This planet is located within the Interstellar Alliance's sphere of influence on the star map, and is one of the lesser-known planets there.

The climate here is completely unsuitable for ordinary creatures to live in, and the planet's resources are extremely scarce. There isn't even a single monster here at the moment.

This planet was marked by the Interstellar Alliance as the fiftieth planet recorded in this system.

In another universe, this place has a very resounding name: the black-hearted factory—Planet O-50.

The towering mountain standing before Longbo is called the Warrior's Peak in another universe. Anyone who climbs it and gains the halo's approval can become Ultraman.

From then on, he lived a life of being an Ultraman slave with virtually no beginner period.

As for where Lonbo was standing at this moment, it was the same place where Orb was being brutally beaten by two dark warriors.

Although nearly eight hundred years have passed, Longbo still vaguely remembers the speechless feeling he had when he saw Orb being brutally beaten in front of the Warrior's Peak, while the halo showed no reaction whatsoever.

It was because he saw this planet on the star map that Longbo decided on a whim to come and take a look.

Chapter 123 I heard it…

On planet O-50, Longbo stands on this storm-swept land, gazing at the towering stone mountain in front of him, his eyes piercing through the clouds and taking in the entire mountain.

The perspective in his eyes shifted layer by layer, from a colorful world to a magnetic field perspective, until it shimmered with a blue psionic light, but Longbo couldn't discern the slightest clue from the mountaintop.

Soon, Longbo determined that there was no light at the pinnacle of warriors in this universe.

But he wasn't actually surprised by the result, after all, it was already quite remarkable that the universe could have two origins of giants of light, M78 and L77.

According to Commander Blake, even U40 only has a group of ordinary humans, so the probability of O50 also existing in this universe is indeed very small.

Longbo paused for a moment, then turned around, preparing to leave and embark on his own journey.

A rainbow of colors appeared, and Longbo lifted his leg. Just as he was about to step into Pandora's Magic Realm, a blue light suddenly rose in his eyes, and a blurry scene came into view.

In the cold depths of space, a colossal outline lies vaguely above this planet. The massive planet crumbles under some powerful force, and the shattered continental debris is swept up by a vortex and sucked into the belly of the colossal outline.

"... "

In an instant, Longbo realized that this was a long-lost psychic prophecy. Hundreds of years ago, when he was fighting against the incarnation of an evil god, he had also accidentally seen a brief glimpse of the future.

But in all these centuries, he had never seen a glimpse of the future, to the point that he himself had almost forgotten that psychic powers also had the ability to foresee the future.

The sudden vision made Longbo stop in his tracks. He looked up at the sky, letting the cloak draped over him flutter in the gale.

As Longbo's gaze extended into the deep universe, he finally saw a series of spaceships heading towards O50.

They appear to be part of a batch of spaceships that recently appeared on the black market.

The spaceships at the forefront of the road are disc-shaped, the kind that Longbo had dealt with before.

It appeared to be a Baltan spaceship. Years ago, Longbo had dismantled an entire fleet like that and was very familiar with their appearance and internal structure, so he recognized it at a glance.

"So... the Baltans brought mercenaries hired from the black market to cause trouble?"

As Longbo thought this, a deep blue electric field emerged from his body, spreading among the mountains and making the electric potential in the air of almost half the planet exceptionally astonishing.

Longbo locked his gaze on the distant fleet, preparing to shoot them down with a charged particle cannon, destroying them on the spot.

But in the next moment, the Spear of Destiny floated out from the unclosed rainbow gate behind Longbo, swirling around him and constantly changing its shape.

Her spirit conveyed to Lombard her desire to demonstrate her power before him.

"... "

Longbo gazed thoughtfully at the irregularly changing body of the Spear of Destiny, gathering the dissipated energy. Since that was the case, he might as well take this opportunity to see the power of the Spear of Destiny.

As Longbo's affirmative thought was conveyed, the Spear of Destiny responded instantly, and with a barely perceptible energy fluctuation, it was transmitted to outer space, continuing to penetrate deeper.

The blue light in the air gradually disappeared, and the electric potential, which was invisible to the naked eye, also decreased to the normal threshold.

A strange fluctuation came from the sky, its light piercing through the clouds and casting a shadow that was stretching out in the depths of space, its outline faintly visible.

The Spear of Destiny was fully unfurled, its enormous silhouette, strikingly similar to Zetton, lying across the starry sky, its streamlined body and heavy metal armor reflecting the brilliance of the stars.

The vertical slit on its head flickered slightly, and invisible waves spread into the deep universe, like a death declaration before all silence.

"Beep...beep beep beep beep..."

"Cheddar..."

Sound cannot travel through the deep universe, but the fluctuations emanating from the intense heat have already sketched out a profound and chilling feeling in the starry sky.

Golden energy converged at the head of the Spear of Destiny, which unfolded into a celestial suppression weapon, resembling countless metal threads weaving a dazzling star, with highly concentrated energy.

At the same time, the Baltan spaceship, which had just escaped faster-than-light travel, immediately detected the violent high-energy reaction and quickly calculated its trajectory to escape the attack.

After realizing that the spaceship could not escape the attack range no matter what, the spaceship's intelligence immediately launched the weapons by accelerating and ejecting them.

Almost immediately, the Spear of Destiny completed its energy accumulation, and the strike known as the Trillion-Degree Meteor arrived in an instant. The terrifying plasma fireball, like a newborn sun, streaked across the starry sky and appeared before the fleet of spaceships that had just escaped faster-than-light travel.

To the aliens, they had just escaped faster-than-light travel when they appeared before a tiny star, its intense heat leaving them bewildered.

Before they could even react, the star suddenly exploded, and the surging energy spread at the speed of light, instantly engulfing all the spaceships. The intense heat annihilated everything.

Looking up, the aftershocks of the star's explosion spread at the speed of light. If left unchecked, they will reach nearby planets within minutes, incinerating their surfaces.

As the primary target vanished, the lingering effects dissipated into pure energy in the depths of space. The terrifying spectacle disappeared, leaving only the intense heat and perfect vacuum to tell the story of the few dwarf ships that arrived late.

The six spaceships, which had just escaped faster-than-light travel, looked at the calculated results on the screen and felt their faces turn pale and their hearts pound with fear.

The spaceship's view zoomed out, revealing a colossal, kilometer-long structure standing tall in the distance.

"That's... the cosmic dinosaur Zetton?!" These aliens quickly recognized these newly developed biological weapons from space.

"What kind of individual is this?"

However, no one answered their questions. The distant "Zeeton" once again gathered its power, but its target was no longer the spaceship and the aliens.

On the other side of the universe, even with accelerated projection, the celestial-level Bemstein did not completely escape the attack range, and its two heads on one side were almost reduced to charcoal.

It quickly approached, braving the dense barrage of light bullets to enter the vicinity of O-50. If "Zeeton" had fired its attack at this distance, it would have been affected, so this was a safe distance.

Under Longbo's gaze, even though the strangely-looking Bemstein was lying across the starry sky, his three enormous faces were clearly visible before him.

A distorted beam of light was projected from Bemstar's eyes, transforming into the gaze of a Baltan alien shrouded in the clouds of the sky, accompanied by a grand voice.

"Ho...hoho...ho..."

"We meet again. So you were hiding here. I told you I would find you..."

"Now, I've found you!"

The Baltans' laughter was extremely sinister, but its amplified volume almost caused the atmosphere to tremble.

Although the projection was very blurry, his eyes and tone revealed a sneer and arrogance, as if he had really caught a mouse that had slipped through his fingers.

As for Longbo, he couldn't be bothered to reply at all. Escape? That was simply out of the question.

He stayed in that star system for quite a few years after dismantling the fleet, and was never afraid of Baltan retaliation, so the idea of ​​him escaping is out of the question.

But Longbo was too lazy to explain to the Baltans; they weren't worthy of listening.

Longbo recalled the Spear of Destiny, which transformed into a simple-looking spear and was held tightly in his palm. Although the attack failed to hit its target, it was enough to prove the powerful strength of the Spear of Destiny.

He planned to take matters into his own hands and use a critical mass spark to kill the celestial-sized five-headed Bemstein.

As energy accumulated, the blue light of the charged particle field dissipated again, forming a wart-like ring that encircled the mountains and hung above the Warrior's Peak.

Spacium particles also converged, and streams of energy swirled around Lumber's body, beginning to flow as Lumber's gaze locked onto Bemstein in deep space.

In an instant, the energy accumulation was complete.

"Is it still struggling in its death throes?"

The Baltan projection continued to sneer, as if it had already foreseen Longbo's death.

Under his modifications, Bemstar's existing ability to absorb light became even more astonishing, rendering any kind of light futile in front of Bemstar.

The critical mass spark has been fully accumulated. The Baltan aliens watch indifferently, but a tear falls from one of Bemstein's eyes, which lies across the starry sky, blurring the projection.

The Baltan aliens were completely unaware of this, but Longbo clearly captured the scene, his eyes gleaming beneath the blinding light.

Tears?

How can weapons shed tears?

Longbo re-examined Bemstar, which was lying across the starry sky and gradually opening its abyssal maw. The power of the Star Voice made Bemstar's painful howls reach Longbo's ears.

Longbo clearly felt that the pain Bemstein was experiencing due to the modification was no less than being slowly sliced ​​to death, and it was engulfing its entire body every moment.

Bemstein instinctively resisted this transformation, but could never go against the wishes of the Baltans.

I see…

Longbo understood all of this.

He dispersed the gathering power, allowing the energy to flow back into his body, and stood in the wind, feeling the sound of the stars.

This action, in the eyes of the Baltan aliens, undoubtedly meant that they realized the light could not destroy Bemstar, and thus gave up resistance.

The clouds and atmosphere in the sky were gradually swept up by the forming vortex, and the projection of the Baltan aliens appeared intermittently.

"Have you finally realized that your death is imminent?"

But soon, the Baltan aliens saw a radiant light floating around Lombard's body and realized that Lombard seemed to be preparing something.

He quickly accelerated Bemstar, his voice still coldly mocking, "Too late, your dying struggle is futile..."

The next second, a dazzling light swept past Bemstar and turned into a white torrent that merged into the light emanating from Lonbo.

Then came the second, the third… countless rays of light fell like a meteor shower onto the planet's surface, merging into Longbo's body in the Baltan aliens' stiff eyes, radiating a dazzling and warm glow.