Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods.

The wounds on his body multiplied until his hand, adorned with a sharp blade, was torn off and flung to the other side, leaving him completely unable to resist.

Unable to release his intense rage and resentment, his eyes were stained with both blood, his body was crushed by hundreds of thousands of tons of weight, and his fist, which he swung at the monster with gritted teeth, was bitten again and pressed to the ground, being torn apart amidst his roars.

As the smoke and dust engulfed everything, revealing the massive outlines of things torn apart by the dust to the eyes of the survivors at the edge of the forest, a roar filled with suppressed frustration and intense resentment rang out.

"President Magma won't let this go..."

Before he could finish speaking, sharp fangs severed his last words, and the heavy tumbling of the sphere, mixed with the sound of swallowing, sent chills down the spines of the survivors.

As the Magma aliens died, the twin monsters became bewildered, but soon resumed carrying out their final command.

Longbo paid no attention to what was happening in the distance. His gaze fell on the twin monsters that were coming from all directions with a violent killing intent, and his eyes were filled with the color of psychic energy.

As his will extended, the energy of the other-dimensional space was continuously extracted, manifesting as bizarre energy in the physical universe, distorting the earth's surface with a single thought.

The rock and soil spiraled upwards, transforming into an indestructible spear that pierced through the bodies of monsters, spraying blood and forming a thick, sticky mist that enveloped the surroundings.

Looking up, one sees irregularly scattered spiraling mountains on the ground, pinning down monsters, their blood flowing along the spirals and staining the ground red.

The confusion and pain in the eyes of all the monsters were clearly visible. Their deaths were extremely gruesome, causing the pupils of those nearby to dilate and cold sweat to pour down their backs. The bloody, ferocious beast faces made them wonder if they were trapped in a nightmare.

By the time Lonbo finished doing all this, the battle had come to an end, and he had exhausted most of his power. Belial's body crashed heavily behind him.

Lombre turned around, the Spear of Destiny touched the ground, Belial struggled to his feet, the red light of the timer on his chest flashing, his charred body assuming a fighting stance.

"Don't think I'll die so easily!"

He trembled as if breathing heavily, his already ferocious face and eyes becoming even more grotesque. "A mere fireball is 20,000 years too early to kill me!"

Belial took another step forward, gathering a sphere shaped from Specium particles in his hand to launch an attack on Lumber.

As they moved, the ground shook and dust billowed as Belial held the Eight-Part Light Wheel in his palm and launched a fierce attack.

He didn't know why he was still attacking. Perhaps it was to cover up the answer in his heart, or perhaps it was because he was exhausted and wanted to die.

Belial didn't want to think about the problem. He quickly approached and slashed the eight-part light wheel at the abdomen and waist of the being before him.

A little boy at the edge of a distant forest clearly saw the tragic state of his savior. His vision blurred, and he cried out:

"Go for it, you fierce-looking uncle!"

Belial, whose consciousness was clouded, did not hear the words, but Lombre did, and successfully made him feel strange, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

"I... became a villain in Ultraman TV?"

In a flash, Lombard dodged Belial's attack by sidestepping, and as Belial withdrew his hand to change the trajectory of his attack, he turned around and kicked Belial away, sending him crashing heavily into the ruins.

The heavy attack caused the air to roar, and the atmosphere was stirred up in a ring of dissipated water vapor.

This actually helped Belial regain his senses. His resilience hadn't diminished much, and he launched another attack, the light particles emanating from his wounds merging into the wind.

He charged forward again, attempting to fight Longbo amidst the expectant gazes of the survivors.

Facing Belial's attack, Lombre swung his spear and repelled him three times, mercilessly tearing apart his mental defenses. "You still haven't realized it?"

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Belial once again put on his sour face, habitually using foul language to mock and ridicule, gathering his last bit of energy to face his fate.

Longbo illuminated the spear blade with microwaves composed of electromagnetic and electrical currents from the Zetton Ultimate Ray, unleashing a strike that had killed Ultraman along with his words.

"A person who is confused and lost is easily defeated."

"Just like you are now."

Lonbo's voice clearly reached Belial's side, instantly shattering his psychological defenses. The truth he didn't want to face swept over his mind, freezing him in place.

Beria was stunned. It wasn't that he didn't know the real reason why he had become weak; he just subconsciously didn't want to face it.

He simply refused to admit that he felt lost because of the mistakes he had made and the things that had happened in the past.

During his millennia-long journey without ever changing his form, he witnessed all sorts of things in the universe, constantly masking his confusion and bewilderment with malice and contempt.

But today, Belial's disguise was easily seen through in the battle and torn away without mercy.

He instinctively became fearful, and didn't even hysterically refute it, forgetting that he was in a fight.

At this moment, the light of the Spear of Destiny lacked both terrifying power and astonishing destructive force.

But the piercing of Belial's body deprived him of his remaining energy, dimming his eyes and causing his timer to lose its function. He fell backward onto the ruins of the city, motionless.

Longbo stood amidst the wind and rain, calmly glancing at Belial. The Spear of Destiny returned to its original form, and the energy within him dissipated, dissolving its materialized form.

The drizzling rain fell from the sky, drenching the entire battlefield and turning it into an incredibly muddy mess.

Belial's body, devoid of light, lay silently amidst the ruins shrouded in rain. Raindrops clung to his lifeless eyes, gathering into streams that flowed into the ground.

In the forest on the outskirts of the city, people witnessed this scene and fell silent.

Chapter 140 The Resurrected Giant

The battle between giant beasts still raged on the edge of the distant forest, with faint roars echoing through the air, but the fighting in the city had largely come to an end.

The city was shrouded in torrential rain after the disaster, dragging the ubiquitous dust in the air back to the ground. The dim light made the city, which had suffered a devastating blow, seem even more desolate.

More and more people are returning to this city that has just been hit hard, staring blankly at their former homes.

The little boy, wearing a raincoat and carrying an umbrella and flashlight, walked through the scattered crowd. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw many people standing in the rain, heads down, silent, letting the rain run down their faces.

The sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella continued, but the faint, intermittent cries of despair still reached the boy's ears, frightening him.

The boy lowered his head and continued walking in that direction, crossing the ruins to a place where no one dared to set foot.

He looked up and saw the red and silver giant lying silently in the ruins like a corpse, his body soaked by the wind and rain, his milky white eyes and the timer on his chest dim and lifeless.

Although this red and silver giant had a ferocious and intimidating face and exuded a menacing aura, he had indeed saved them.

Now he lay in the rain as if he were dead, which made the boy feel very sad. His eyes misted over as he looked at the giant, and his vision became blurred.

The boy stared at the red and silver giant's eyes, which had lost their light, and belatedly realized that the giant had emitted light when it was fighting or when it was injured.

He raised his head again, gazing at the dull, fierce face, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "As long as there's light, you can be restored, right?!"

He raised his flashlight and shone it on the giant, but it had no effect.

The giant still lay lifeless in the ruins, most of his body covered by the wreckage and dust, one hand hanging limply in the dirty mud.

The boy was not discouraged by what he saw, but felt that he was in the wrong position, so he looked up to find a better spot and ran towards the broken building.

Even after falling into mud pits several times, scraping his knees and cheeks, and getting covered in mud, he did not back down at all. When there were no stairs, he threw away his umbrella, put the flashlight in his mouth, and climbed up the ruins with both hands.

The wind and rain continued to nourish the disaster-stricken land, soaking the boy and making him look even more disheveled. He stood on the broken floorboards of a half-built building, picked up a flashlight and shone it on the giant's face, trying to help him stand up again.

...

Belial stood in a space as dark as consciousness, the being known as the Eco-Balancer by the Magma aliens. The last words he spoke when he defeated Belial echoed in his ears, and everything from the past was displayed before him without reservation.

He looked up at the time he spent in the Land of Light, where the mutation of the plasma spark had transformed them into giants tens of meters tall, possessing immense power.

He thought he was invincible in the Land of Light, but Ken's strength was comparable to his own. That red muscle stick even punched Ken when he lost control, and then gave him a memorable punch as well.

Although Freya suppressed most of Muscle Bar's strength at that time, causing him to fall below his own level, Belial still realized that he was not the strongest.

After that, the Land of Light experienced another invasion by Alien Empera. Overconfident, he disregarded the danger and wanted to go forward alone to fight and prove himself.

But when he arrived, the Alien Empera encountered a golden being, who seemed to have refused the invitation and started a great battle.

They displayed a power beyond his imagination, making him feel even more insignificant.

Ultimately, they seemed to have suffered heavy losses. The golden entity, still similar to the Land of Light, disappeared, and the Alien Empera was severely injured and abandoned the expedition.

When he returned to the Land of Light in a daze, he no longer listened to Ken's advice and set his sights on an even stronger power, the Plasma Spark.

He failed. Despite Ken's request, he was expelled from the Council of Elders of the Land of Light and has been wandering alone ever since, not transforming for at least ten thousand years.

During his long wanderings, which lasted for tens of thousands of years, he turned a blind eye to his own confusion and bewilderment, disguising himself with ferocity and indifference.

Throughout this long world, he often heard rumors about his juniors, who seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, but he still used his past strength to numb himself and still believed that he was invincible.

But the result was exactly as that being had said: he was so vulnerable because of his confusion, and his arrogance became the last straw that broke his back.

As Belial watched his hands gradually turn transparent, he clearly realized that he was about to die, but at this moment he appeared calmer than ever before.

He watched himself walk toward utter death with a clear mind, and he could find no meaning in struggling.

He thought,

Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad if I just died like this?

At least I don't have to deceive myself like this anymore, and live on in such a humiliating way.

Belial's form became increasingly transparent, seemingly on the verge of utter death.

But at that moment, a faint but exceptionally bright light rose in Belial's consciousness space, causing him to instinctively raise his hand to shield his eyes.

A ray of light rose, unfolding in the pitch-black world and clearly revealing everything happening in the outside world to him.

The skinny boy's ridiculous behavior confused Belial. He wanted to make his usual sarcastic remark, but the words stuck in his throat.

He watched clearly as the boy fell several times in the rain, his body covered in mud, his blood smeared on the gravel, the color of which was particularly bright and out of place in the dim world.

The boy clumsily climbed onto the ruins, oblivious to the torrential rain that soaked him, his short, thin body trembling.

He shone the light from his flashlight onto Belial's dim timer, pursed his pale, rain-dampened lips, and looked on with hope, as if this would awaken the giant who had protected him.

Belial watched all this silently, unaware that his body was gradually losing its transparency, cracks were appearing in the pitch-black space of consciousness, pieces of black plaster were peeling off, and streaks of light were emanating from it.

"Could the light of a flashlight give me a second chance at life?" Belial looked at this scene and shook his head self-deprecatingly. Of course, that was impossible.

Beria knew the boy was wasting his time and believed he couldn't possibly save him, but his awareness of the world grew ever clearer.

The boy's figure became clearer in Belial's eyes, and he could feel the raindrops hitting him. The aftershocks of the monsters' battle in the distance grew stronger.

Belial was puzzled, but in the boy's eyes, Belial's eyes and the timer on his chest once again emitted a faint light.

This made the boy feel extremely happy, and a smile appeared on his lips. He thought that it was the light from his flashlight that had worked, so he raised the flashlight again, completely unaware that the floor slab beneath his feet had cracked again due to the aftershocks.

"Crack..."

As the broken floorboards groaned and the cracks widened instantly, the boy plummeted downwards. The smile on his face froze, and the feeling of weightlessness filled him with immense terror.

Boom…

A sound far exceeding the noise of a falling floorboards echoed through the ruins, sending dust billowing high into the air, leaving those in the distance bewildered.

In the center of the city, the chaotic black mist paused, and the manifested eyes shifted their gaze from the still-unresolved battle scene in the distance to the direction from which the anomaly originated, their eyes narrowing slightly.

Amidst the smoke and dust shrouding the collapsed site, the boy climbed up from the "ground," coughed out the smoke and dust he had inhaled into his mouth and lungs, and stood up blankly.