"A long time ago, after our conventional weapons failed and after we built the first mech, I thought Earth's ability to regulate itself was us—our Guardian God mechs."
"But Yamata's first appearance changed my mind. This idea had been brewing in my mind for years, and only today did it become reality!"
Dr. Chen pointed at the two colossal beasts on Mount Fuji and slowly said:
"The manifestation of Earth's natural ability to regulate itself is them!"
General Luo's expression tightened. He shook his head, seemingly in disagreement.
But seeing Dr. Chen somewhat beside herself, he said nothing.
Under the gaze of countless people across the virtual world, the Beast King moved.
He gazed around beneath the starry sky for a long time, then let out a low roar at Yamata before turning around and heading back the way he had come.
Step by step, he retraced his path and returned to the sea.
It seemed that today's trip had merely been to find himself a lackey.
After the Beast King left, Yamata instantly became lively and restless.
Aside from the eldest head continuously raging and roaring at the other heads, the rest were having a grand old time.
They paid no attention to their eldest brother's fury and kept playing by themselves.
One head even tilted back and spat a mouthful of magma into the sky. Who knew whether it was just for fun or to set off a firework in celebration.
The two dimwitted heads, meanwhile, let out huge yawns and flopped back down to sleep.
Finally, under their eldest brother's helpless roars, the eight heads managed to reach an agreement.
Six heads dragged the two sleeping ones along as Yamata twisted his body back into the volcano, returning to the magma pool they loved so dearly to continue building up strength.
As for Luo Bing, he had already gone underwater. With a fierce dive, he plunged all the way to the depths, not even exposing his dorsal spines.
I thought I might run into a huge battle this time, but who would've expected this kind of situation? It was like watching a comedy. Yamata's eight heads are pretty ridiculous.
Luo Bing muttered inwardly, unsure whether to laugh or cry.
When Yamata's three heads had first burst out of the magma, Luo Bing had nearly thought he had encountered Godzilla's lifelong nemesis—that Three-Headed Dragon!
After all, although Yamata looked like an eight-headed giant serpent, his heads were extremely ferocious, their sharply defined features somewhat detached from the shape of a snake and more like dragon heads.
Yet in the end, it turned out to be a false alarm.
What Three-Headed Dragon Ghidorah? There was only Yamata, this fool.
But Dr. Chen's hypothesis has indeed been proven... Yamata isn't one of those monsters obsessed with slaughter and destruction. He's a giant beast native to Earth.
Those monsters really do seem to be extraterrestrial lifeforms, or perhaps creatures from underground? Humanity has been driven out of the ocean, and our exploration of it is nearly zero. There's no way to find where the monsters came from.
Luo Bing sighed inwardly.
In a world where monster attacks were occurring everywhere, finding the source of these Extraterrestrial Monsters would probably not be easy.
Especially when humanity had already lost seventy percent of Earth's oceans, and even the remaining thirty percent of land was gradually being devoured by monsters.
Forget it. I'll leave these matters to experts like Dr. Chen. As for me...
Luo Bing thought for a moment and found that he still had nearly fifty minutes of event time left.
I thought it would be a huge battle, but Yamata immediately caved. That saved me a lot of time.
I can't go back empty-handed. I'll take a look around the Pacific Ocean.
As long as he found one more lucky monster, he could fill up this experience bar!
Randomly Selecting a Lucky Viewer 2
Old Tom was a very ordinary observer.
His task was simple. Every day, he stared at the four large screens before him and watched the footage transmitted by satellites.
If an emergency occurred in an area monitored by another observer, an emergency alarm would be sounded. After all, it could mean that a monster had come ashore somewhere in the monitored region.
Yes, a monster coming ashore—not a monster attack.
After implementing their strategic retreat, Lighthouse's crisis had instantly been reduced by more than half.
Most monsters still preferred roaming the ocean. After coming ashore, they would wreck the coastal region for a while before returning to the sea.
For monsters of that type, the observers only needed to make a record. Then that was it.
But some monsters would continue advancing inland after making landfall, seemingly intent on crossing an entire continent.
When facing such brainless monsters, the observers had to sound the alarm and dispatch mechs to intercept them.
Old Tom's job was even simpler, because he monitored the Pacific Ocean.
Although Lighthouse had abandoned its maritime dominance after the monsters appeared, its yearning for the sea still remained.
But with things as they were, they could only use satellites to look at the Pacific Ocean for a little comfort.
Old Tom therefore had it easy. Aside from recording a few relatively important events each day, he had never once sounded an alarm.
If a monster really crossed the entire Pacific Ocean and charged toward Lighthouse's homeland,
then it would have entered another observer's monitoring area, so it would no longer have anything to do with Old Tom.
As a result, Old Tom lived quite comfortably.
This was also the compensation the Lighthouse base had given him for the legs that had been blown off.
His legs had been blown off for the base, in the fight against monsters.
His gaze swept over the four large screens. Everything was quiet.
Old Tom sat in his wheelchair, holding a notebook without any intention of writing anything down.
"I wonder what happened tonight. Quite a few big shots haven't gone to sleep and have all run to headquarters to discuss something."
Old Tom muttered to himself, curious but aware that this was not something he could ask about.
"I really hope the monsters can be wiped out soon, and that we can go back to twenty years ago. Back then, I could go to Hawaii every summer for vacation..."
At this point, Old Tom shook his head self-mockingly.
"Now Hawaii has become the lair of Four-Armed Satan. We'll never reclaim it in our lifetime."
Four-Armed Satan was 115 meters tall, with Speed 8, Strength 10, Armor 9, and high toxicity. He was a genuine King of Monsters!
This King of Monsters resembled a gorilla. He walked upright, yet possessed four arms and a vicious beast-like head!
After this King of Monsters settled in Hawaii and turned that vacation paradise into his lair, Lighthouse adopted a strategy of total retreat.
They no longer dared to fight a King of Monsters. Their battle with Shangang had scared the courage out of them completely!
They threw heavy punches at ordinary monsters, but cowered before a King of Monsters.
That was a perfect description of them.
Even though Four-Armed Satan was merely staying in Hawaii and currently showed no intention of heading to the neighboring continent, they did not dare gamble on it.
Sighing inwardly, Old Tom changed the viewpoints on the four large screens. He soon discovered the traces of three monsters on the sea and on an island.
One of them was even an "old acquaintance." When Old Tom had been on duty yesterday, that monster had been lying on its back on a small island. Today, it was still lying there.
"Looks like it won't wake up unless it sleeps for another ten days or so."
As Old Tom recorded information about the monsters in his work log, he grumbled inwardly:
Sleep, sleep, sleep. Why don't you just sleep yourself to death?
After finishing the records, Old Tom locked the large screens onto those monsters. His face gradually went blank.
It was the expression of hope slowly fading away, leaving only despair behind.
"Sigh... I really wish I had superpowers, like in those old superhero movies."
Old Tom began daydreaming. Then he raised his right hand, made a fist, and extended his index finger.
"As long as I hit something from afar, it dies!"
After saying that, he pointed at the monster on the first screen and went, "Pew."
Then he went, "Pew," at the monster on the second screen.
Naturally, the two monsters were completely unharmed and remained full of life.
Expressionless, Old Tom went, "Pew," at the monster on the third screen!
The next moment, a brilliant blue beam appeared on the screen and struck that monster directly!
When the beam vanished, the monster was dead beyond any doubt!
Old Tom froze on the spot. His outstretched right hand remained in its "pew" pose, but his entire mind had gone blank.
"I have superpowers?"
That was Old Tom's first thought, but he quickly determined that he was simply daydreaming.
He swiftly came to his senses, rapidly moved the large screen, and adjusted the angle.
After a series of operations, Old Tom finally locked onto the target.
It was an enormous monster with an exceptionally muscular build and thorny dorsal spines running down its back.
"One beam attack instantly killed another monster..."
Old Tom was stunned. This was his first time witnessing the Beast King's majesty.
Then, without further hesitation, Old Tom quickly extracted and copied the footage before submitting it through internal channels.
Old Tom was poorly informed and knew nothing about the Beast King, but Lighthouse's intelligence department was no pushover.
Very quickly, the information was passed up through layer after layer until it reached the hands of Lighthouse base's many important figures.
"Take a look, gentlemen. This is the King of Titan Beasts that appeared on Sakurajima!"
A wrinkled white general looked at the group of white, black, and brown people around him and said:
"You all saw what the satellite observed earlier. This Beast King met with the Titan Beast Yamata and made him submit!"
"Some of you still doubted this Beast King's combat power. Then take a look at this. It is footage captured by an observer under our base's command."
"The location is roughly in the waters near Sakurajima, close to where it connects with the Pacific Ocean..."
The white general looked at everyone and slowly said:
"Gentlemen! Four-Armed Satan's range of activity is growing larger and larger. One day, he may cross the waters and come to our continent. When that happens, we will have no power to resist him!"
"In the battle against Shangang several years ago, our four best pilots and our two strongest mechs were all lost. Of course, the Celestial Dynasty wasn't any better off than we were."
"But what was the result? Shangang was heavily injured—or at least looked heavily injured. But only God knows whether his injuries were truly serious or not. Perhaps they were merely minor injuries? In any case, he eventually returned to the sea, like Caesar returning victorious!"
"Four-Armed Satan is not something we can handle. We need Titan Beasts—Titan Beasts that can resist and even defeat Four-Armed Satan!"
The old white general pointed at the Beast King on the screen.
"Like this one!"
Letting You Taste the Joy of Shredded Beef 3
Finding a lucky monster at random and giving it a free shot of Atomic Breath.
That was what Luo Bing gained after meeting Yamata.
Although there were many monsters, Earth was so vast that once they spread out even a little, their numbers seemed rather sparse.
At the very least, Luo Bing had searched for quite a while. He had nearly gone from the waters near Sakurajima into the designated region of the Pacific Ocean before finding this one.
When Luo Bing spotted it from afar, the monster was lying on its back and sleeping on a small island.
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