205: Chapter 203 The Three Kings of the Abyss: You're Stronger Than Last Time

The two remaining Ninth-Tier Giant Beasts, however, lay where they were, motionless, their mental fluctuations suppressed to the absolute minimum.

They were not feigning death.

They were truly afraid to move.

Their two companions had just been eaten, and a pool of blood that had not yet dried remained at that spot. It was dark green and stood out sharply against the purple crystalline rock layer. As the wind blew, the stench drilled straight into their nostrils.

Luo Yu rested his hands on the edge of the horn trough and glanced toward the south.

The distance of the energy signals had shrunk from five hundred and eighty kilometers to less than two hundred, and their rate of ascent was significantly faster than before.

The vibrations generated by the energy of the three kings of the abyss moving deep underground could already be felt through the soles of his feet. It was not the kind caused by a massive earthquake, but rather something more like a rhythmic, regular low-frequency resonance—steady, restrained, and carrying that unhurried composure unique to those who have long held positions of power.

"They are almost here."

Su Zhiruo closed the magic array, walked over to Luo Yu, and looked down at the two shivering Ninth-Tier Giant Beasts. "What about these two?"

"Keep them."

"Are you going to eat them too?"

"Wait until the The Three Kings arrive before deciding." Luo Yu paused. "We'll see how things go."

Su Zhiruo swallowed her words.

She had learned one thing: in a confrontation of this scale, it was less exhausting not to ask questions about matters that exceeded the boundaries of her understanding.

Godzilla was still lying down, its head resting on its front claws, golden vertical pupils half-open and half-closed. If not for the light patterns on its dorsal fins still gently undulating, it would have looked exactly like a giant decorative rock.

Mothra was pacing back and forth on its back, wings folded, occasionally pecking at the scales of Godzilla. Every time it was pecked, Godzilla would emit a low "hiss"—not out of dissatisfaction, but as an instinctive response to being scratched in an itchy spot.

It was hard to imagine that these two had just finished devouring a high-dimensional life egg and several Ninth-Tier creatures forty minutes ago.

About ten minutes later, the vibrations of the ground suddenly intensified.

It did not increase bit by bit; it intensified abruptly.

The purple crystalline rock layer within a thirty-kilometer radius began to shatter at the same moment. Cracks spread out from beneath their feet, and abyss energy surged up along the fissures, raising the concentration of the usual stench in the air by several times.

Godzilla lifted its head.

Three energy signals broke through the ground from the rock layer directly to the south.

First, the heads.

Abaddon's nine horns were the first to pierce through the ground. Its pitch-black dragon head rose, and the moment its twelve pairs of wings unfurled, they generated a burst of air pressure that swept all the nearby shattered rocks into the sky.

Especially with its three-thousand-meter stature unfurling beneath the sky of the Abyss World, it blocked out the vast expanse of dark green skylight behind it.

Belial followed closely behind. The front half of the griffin's body pulled out from the rock layer, its three spiral horns pressing against the ground to push itself upward. Dark golden scale-feathers flew up during the rising motion, creating countless small pits as they fell.

Two thousand eight hundred meters—two hundred meters shorter than Abaddon, but... the surface area covered by those unfurled wings was no less than Abaddon's.

Finally, there was Azathoth.

Three thousand two hundred meters. The moment its body, composed of rock and lava, broke through the surface, the ground within a five-kilometer radius sank nearly a meter overall. Its six eyes opened one by one, and the purple-black flames behind it ignited from nothing the instant it emerged, stabilizing and raising the surface temperature within a two-kilometer radius by two thousand degrees.

The The Three Kings stood firm, and their aura descended with them.

It was not something that could be summarized as "powerful" or "terrifying"; it was closer to a kind of physical weight. It was as if the density of the air had changed, the way light traveled had altered, and even the rhythm of one's breathing slowed down involuntarily under this invisible pressure.

The two Ninth-Rank Abyss Great Beasts instantly pressed their heads firmly against the ground.

Su Zhiruo did not speak, but... Luo Yu felt her shift her position closer to him, the distance between them shrinking from one step to half a step.

He did not mention it.

Godzilla stood up.

It was not an aggressive rising; there was no roar, no glowing dorsal fins.

It simply stood up.

The nineteen-hundred-meter-tall body rose upright from its semi-crouched posture.

The movement was slow, one could even say elegant... the knee joints extended, the spine straightened, and the tail lifted from the ground, tracing an arc behind it. The entire process took about five seconds.

But it was those five seconds.

Abaddon stopped. Belial stopped. Azathoth also stopped.

The The Three Kings simultaneously halted their advance, standing at a position about fifteen kilometers away from Godzilla in a triangular formation, enclosing Luo Yu's side within their inner perimeter.

Su Zhiruo noticed a detail.

When Godzilla and the projections of the The Three Kings had confronted each other across space last time, the The Three Kings had held a condescending posture, the projections themselves carrying that casual air of a dimensional strike.

This time it was different.

Abaddon's twelve pairs of wings were fully unfurled, the wing membranes taut, and the tips of the nine horns on its dragon head glinted with cold light. This was clearly the full alert state of the Abyssal Giant Dragon.

Dark golden energy circuits flowed across the surface of Belial's three spiral horns, its front claws were deeply embedded in the ground, and the muscle lines of its two hind legs were bulged. The griffin's center of gravity was pressed very low; this was a charging posture before a pounce.

Azathoth was even more direct. All six of its eyes were fixed on Godzilla without blinking. The purple-black flames behind it rapidly climbed from their normal two thousand degrees; the surrounding rock layers began to liquefy under the high heat, and its feet were already stepping into a magma pool of its own making.

The The Three Kings were afraid. No, using "afraid" was not quite accurate. A more precise term would be... vigilant.

During the previous confrontation in the Hollow Earth World, they had been intimidated simply by facing the energy release of Godzilla's projection level.

Later, on the moon, Godzilla's roar across dimensions had crushed their mental projections into dust, and that power had burned back along the connection, directly injuring their physical bodies.

They were not lightly injured.

Abaddon's third horn still had an unhealed crack to this day.

The base of Belial's left wing still bore the burn marks of the red lotus energy, and a patch of scale-feathers had fallen off.

Azathoth had suffered the most severe injuries. Its six eyes were originally all purple, but now the three on the right had turned dark red—that was the aftereffect of its mental core being impacted.

But those were all across space.

Now, Godzilla's physical body was standing right in front of them.

Nineteen hundred meters. It was thirteen hundred meters shorter than Azathoth, eleven hundred meters shorter than Abaddon, and nine hundred meters shorter than Belial.

In terms of size, the The Three Kings completely overwhelmed it.

But size had never been the core variable in this game.

After Godzilla stood firm, it did one thing.

It stretched.

It reached its front claws forward, kicked its hind legs back, arched its back and then pressed it down, and opened its mouth to the maximum extent to let out a yawn.

The red light leaking out from between its teeth illuminated a large area of the ground beneath its feet.

Then it retracted its front claws and sat down right where it was.

Yes. It sat down.

The nineteen-hundred-meter-tall Planet-level king of monsters sat down under the gaze of the three kings of the abyss.

Its tail curled around to the front, its two front claws rested on its tail, and its head tilted slightly to one side, its golden vertical pupils sweeping across the The Three Kings.

This sitting posture was exactly the same as when it crouched outside the East Sea Defense Line waiting for Luo Yu to feed it.

Luo Yu stood up from the horn trough, brushed off his pants, and stood on top of Godzilla's head.

A commanding height of nineteen hundred meters.

He looked down at the two Ninth-Tier Giant Beasts slumped on the ground, then looked up at the The Three Kings.

Three thousand meters, two thousand eight hundred meters, three thousand two hundred meters.

Three mountains. He stood on the peak of the fourth mountain.

"You've arrived."

His spiritual voice transmission spread out, covering a twenty-kilometer radius; the The Three Kings and the remaining Abyssal Giant Beasts all received it.

There was no response. It was quiet for four seconds.

Abaddon moved.

The three-thousand-meter-tall Abyssal Giant Dragon took a step forward, its nine horns lowered slightly toward Godzilla, and its twelve pairs of wings folded one-third from their fully unfurled state.

This was not a prelude to an attack.

This was an ancient etiquette among top predators in the Abyss World... a gesture preceding conversation, indicating "I am speaking, not fighting."

A mental fluctuation came through.

Unlike the seven Ninth-Tier messengers, Abaddon's mental fluctuation was thick and steady, each information unit highly compressed, with no superfluous emotional dross.

An existence that had ruled the abyss for tens of thousands of years, even its way of speaking carried an unquestionable old-school style.

"king of the titans."

"We truly have a deep memory of you."

"You are stronger than last time."