206: Chapter 204 Unconvinced? Crushing Order, Directly and Frenziedly Suppressing

Short. Three sentences. Each one was a statement, without questions, without probing. The emphasis of the last sentence fell on the words "stronger."

Luo Yu noticed that when Abaddon said this, the six eyes of Azathoth beside him blinked twice. For a creature made of rock, the act of "blinking" was not very natural in itself; it was more like an outpouring of some inner emotion. Since Azathoth was the one among the The Three Kings who had suffered the most severe mental impact from Godzilla, it felt the weight of the word "stronger" the most deeply.

"You ate five of our seven scouts." Abaddon continued.

"Correct." Luo Yu did not deny it.

"You ate the offspring of the High-Dimensional Invader."

"Correct."

"You drove back the High-Dimensional Hunter."

"For the second time," Luo Yu added.

Abaddon's mental fluctuation paused for a beat.

The information about it being the second time was new to the The Three Kings.

They only knew that the high-dimensional creature egg at the bottom of the void had been dealt with, and about the standoff at the facial crack of the High-Dimensional Hunter, but they did not know about the time it had fought on Earth.

This meant that Godzilla was not just strong in the Abyss World.

It was fighting the same enemy in another world as well.

And it had won.

Twice.

Belial's front claws sank another inch into the ground.

Abaddon was silent for three seconds. When the mental fluctuation came again, the tone had changed.

It had become... lower.

"Our messenger conveyed the proposal for cooperation, and you refused."

"I stated my terms."

"Submit."

A layer of dark red light appeared on Abaddon's nine horns.

This was not a sign of attack, but an emotional reaction—a stress response of the Abyss Dragon when under extreme mental pressure.

"For tens of thousands of years, all living beings in the Abyss World have operated under our will." Abaddon's mental fluctuation was as heavy as stone. "We have seen countless powerhouses and challenged countless races, but we have never bowed to any existence."

"This is not pride; this is order."

"The order of the Abyss is written by us."

After listening, Luo Yu looked down at Godzilla.

Godzilla was looking at its claws.

To be precise, it was checking the gaps between its claws to see if there were any leftover shell fragments that hadn't been chewed clean.

Luo Yu smiled and turned back.

"Regarding this thing called order, as you said, it was written by you."

"Then it depends on..."

"In whose hand the pen is."

The mental fluctuation went quiet for a second and a half.

The purple-black flames behind Azathoth suddenly shot up by twenty or thirty meters.

A dull rumble rolled from Belial's throat.

All nine of Abaddon's horns lit up.

Dark red, almost black energy radiated outward from the tips of the horns, and its dragon wings were fully unfurled. The pressure released by its three-thousand-meter body at this moment was overwhelming; clearly, it was its full Eleventh-Tier energy field, held back by nothing.

The ground fifteen kilometers away was shattering.

Two remaining Ninth-Tier Giant Beasts were directly overturned by this pressure.

Su Zhiruo's expression changed.

The atomic shield on her was reinforced by another layer.

"Luo Yu, it..."

"It's fine."

Luo Yu stood where he was, not even moving his feet.

Because Godzilla moved.

It wasn't yawning, and it wasn't stretching.

It raised its head.

Just raised its head.

Its 1,900-meter neck lifted, and its golden vertical pupils swept from bottom to top across Abaddon, Belial, and Azathoth, looking at them one by one.

Then.

Its dorsal fins lit up.

The first ray of light started from the tip of its tail.

Crimson light patterns burned upward along its spine segment by segment. Every time a row of dorsal fins lit up, the temperature of the surrounding air jumped a notch.

Two seconds later,

they were all lit up.

The Planet-level energy field was fully activated.

This was not mere pressure.

Pressure is used to scare people.

This was a law of nature.

Godzilla's gravitational field spread out from it as the origin—not five kilometers, not ten kilometers, but the entire underground void, covering a radius of thirty kilometers.

The moment Abaddon's Eleventh-Tier pressure hit the Planet-level gravitational field,

it shattered.

It shattered cleanly.

There was no spectacular explosion at the junction where the two energy fields collided, no clash of light; the moment Abaddon's pressure touched the edge of Godzilla's gravitational field, it was wiped away.

Like boiling water poured on snow.

There was no process.

Abaddon's dragon head recoiled slightly.

It was a very, very subtle movement; if Luo Yu hadn't been staring at its head the whole time, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.

But Luo Yu noticed it.

1,900 meters against 3,000 meters—the size difference was obvious, but the result of the clash of gravitational fields was equally obvious. Eleventh-Tier pressure was simply not enough when faced with Planet-level power.

Belial's front claws pulled out of the ground, and it took a step back.

It only took one step,

but the significance of this step was significant enough.

One of the three kings of the abyss had retreated in a direct confrontation.

The frequency of Azathoth's six eyes blinking accelerated. Under the pressure of Godzilla's gravitational field, the three dark red injured eyes on its right side began to ooze purple bodily fluid; the old wounds had recurred under the stimulation of the homologous energy.

"Does it hurt?" Luo Yu asked, looking at Azathoth.

Azathoth's six eyes focused on him simultaneously. It was silent for two seconds and did not answer.

But its body's reaction was more honest than its mouth.

The purple-black flames behind it, which had been shooting up several dozen meters just a moment ago, had now shrunk by a third.

Luo Yu didn't intend to waste any more words.

"My terms remain unchanged. Submit, or die."

"There is no third option. Choose."

The dark red light on Abaddon's nine horns began to flicker.

There were no words in the mental fluctuation.

There was only something rapidly expanding, scorching, and nearly out of control.

It was rage.

The rage of being backed into a corner, the final rage, the rage that had wagered its dignity.

"Zhiruo, come up."

Su Zhiruo jumped onto Godzilla's shoulder, her atomic shield covering them at full power.

Luo Yu sat firmly in the horn groove.

"Godzilla."

"Hiss."

"Dinner time."

Before the words had even faded,

Abaddon moved the fastest.

The 3,000-meter Abyss Dragon flapped its twelve pairs of wings downward simultaneously.

Ascending was not the goal; the dome of the void had already been punched through by the previous battle, and the exposed sky of the Abyss World provided enough vertical space, but... it didn't need to fly far; what it needed was speed.

The thrust generated by the flapping of its twelve pairs of wings pushed its 3,000-meter body into a black shadow. All nine horns were pointed forward, and the dark red energy at the tips of the horns condensed into a cone-shaped armor-piercing field.

This was the trump card of the leader of the three kings of the abyss... Nine-Horn Penetration.

In the records of the Abyss World, this move had once pierced through a small floating rock satellite in a single strike.

Direction: Godzilla's chest.

The speed was extremely fast; from the jump to the arrival, it was less than one second.

Belial also moved at the same time.

The 2,800-meter griffin did not charge head-on; it chose to detour to the right. The dark gold energy circuits on its three spiral horns operated at full power, and its body was wrapped in a layer of rotating golden energy shield.

This was its usual tactic: using the rotational properties of its horns to create a drill effect, tearing open the target's defense from the flank.

Azathoth did not charge.

The 3,200-meter rock giant stood in place, and all six eyes emitted purple-black beams of light simultaneously.

It was not a physical attack.

It was a mental shock.

The six mental beams locked onto Godzilla's consciousness core simultaneously, each carrying the full mental suppression force of the Eleventh-Tier.

This was Azathoth's signature skill... Six-Eye Soul Suppression.

In the Abyss World, creatures hit by these six mental beams, from Ninth-Tier to Tenth-Tier, would without exception fall into a brief blankness of consciousness.

The division of labor among the The Three Kings was extremely clear: Azathoth was responsible for control, Abaddon for frontal breakthrough, and Belial for flanking.

It was a tacit understanding honed over tens of thousands of years.

They had fought countless battles and had never failed.

The first to fail was Azathoth.

The six mental beams accurately hit Godzilla's head, and purple-black light burst across its golden vertical pupils.

But after the burst, there was nothing.

No consciousness blankness, no mental daze, not even a blink.

After evolving to the Planet-level, Godzilla's mental core had formed a self-consistent, closed system. For external mental attacks to penetrate, they first had to break through the wall of "passive shielding of the mental layer by the nuclear reactor energy field."

How thick was this wall?

Let's put it this way: the counter-shock wave from this wall was what was used to destroy the mental projections of the The Three Kings from afar on the moon last time.

Azathoth using a mental attack on Godzilla was like using a lighter to roast the sun; the principle was the same, but the effect was effectively zero.

Azathoth's three injured eyes on the right side contracted violently, and more purple bodily fluid flowed out.

It wasn't injured by an attack; its own skill had been reflected back slightly, rupturing its old wounds.

The mental control failed, and Abaddon, breaking through from the front, had no time to brake.

The cone-shaped armor-piercing field of the Nine-Horn Penetration slammed into Godzilla's chest—to be precise, the center of its chest armor.

The sound was dull.

It wasn't the crisp sound of metal colliding, but the dull, compressed sound produced when the difference in mass was too great.

The tips of the nine horns touched the surface of Godzilla's scales.

And then?

There was no "then."

Not even a white spot was left on the carapace.

Abaddon's full-force strike caused zero damage to the Planet-level scales.

The physical explanation was simple.

The density of Godzilla's scales underwent a qualitative change after evolving to the Planet-level; the way the atoms bonded could no longer be described by traditional matter.

To use a somewhat inappropriate analogy... taking an egg and smashing it against a tungsten steel ball—it doesn't matter how much force the egg uses; what matters is that the material grade is worlds apart.

Abaddon's dragon head was pressed hard against Godzilla's chest, its nine horns bent by the recoil force, and cracking sounds came from the roots of the horns.

Then Godzilla performed an action.

It raised its right front claw.

It swatted.

Not a full-force swat.

It was about the same amount of force as a person swatting a mosquito on a table—or at least, the "same" amount of force for a Planet-level entity.

The palm of its claw slapped the back of Abaddon's neck.

The 3,000-meter Abyss Dragon was slapped from mid-air into the ground by this blow.

It wasn't pressed in.

It was slapped in.

The entire upper half of the dragon was embedded into the purple crystalline rock layer, and its twelve pairs of wings spread out on the ground like a flattened black flower.

A concave crater with a radius of two kilometers, centered on Abaddon, appeared on the ground.

There were cracks at the bottom of the pit, and magma was surging upward.

Abaddon's mental fluctuation was shattered for five seconds before it could be pieced back together.

The content was only two words.

"How... is it possible..."

Belial arrived from the right side.

It was calmer than Abaddon... After seeing its boss slapped into the ground with its own eyes, it temporarily changed its attack trajectory. It didn't charge directly, but instead used the rotating energy shields on its three spiral horns to create a drill-like cutting path. The target was no longer the front of Godzilla, but the base of its tail in the back.

In terms of tactical evaluation, this on-the-spot adaptation could be considered excellent.

Under normal circumstances, the base of a giant creature's tail is a weak point.

But those were normal circumstances, and Godzilla clearly did not fit normal circumstances.

Godzilla just flicked its tail.

It didn't turn its head, didn't look at it.

The 1,900-meter tail swept across.

It connected.

Belial's 2,800-meter body was knocked sideways by this sweep.

The rotating energy shield exploded the moment it touched the surface of the tail, and dark golden fragments scattered everywhere.

The rotation of the three spiral horns was locked by the reactive force, and cracking sounds came from inside the horns. They weren't broken, but they were cracked; cracks spread from the tips of the horns to the roots.

Belial's body was flung eleven kilometers away.

Eleven kilometers.

It smashed into the purple rock layer on the side of the void, creating a crater more than 800 meters deep, and crushed rock and magma poured in from all directions, dousing it.

"Hiss!"

A scream.

Large areas of dark golden scale-feathers fell off.

Seeing two of its companions slapped into the ground and flung into the wall within less than ten seconds, Azathoth's six eyes all widened to their limit.

It made a decision.

Charge.

The 3,200-meter rock giant was the largest of the The Three Kings and also had the strongest physical attack power.

It raised its right fist—the fist was over 400 meters wide, its surface covered in rock shells formed by the repeated solidification of high-temperature magma, with a hardness far exceeding any known mineral in the Abyss World.

It smashed its fist toward Godzilla's head.

The force was immense; the entire void was shaking.

The size difference between 1,900 meters and 3,200 meters meant the angle of this punch was from top to bottom, carrying massive potential energy.

The fist fell.

It connected.

It hit Godzilla's raised left front claw.

It caught it.

Godzilla caught Azathoth's full-force punch with one front claw.

A low rumble issued from the point where the palm and the fist met, but... after the rumble, Godzilla's front claw didn't move an inch.

The golden vertical pupils stared straight into Azathoth's six eyes at this distance.

Godzilla's pupils contracted slightly.

It wasn't because it felt pressure.

It was looking at Azathoth's fist with that "sizing up food" look... as if it were wondering what the texture would be like when chewed.

Then it tightened its claw.

Azathoth's right fist was encased in a claw much larger than itself.

Luo Yu sat in the horn groove, legs dangling, watching this scene below.

He turned back and said to Su Zhiruo: "What do you think Godzilla will do next?"

Su Zhiruo opened her mouth, but didn't have time to answer.

Because Godzilla had already done it.

The front claw that had grabbed Azathoth's fist pulled back, and the 3,200-meter rock giant was yanked forward, its center of gravity shifting; all six of its eyes reflected only the red light from Godzilla's mouth.

Then the other front claw was raised.

It slapped down.

This time, it wasn't the force of swatting a mosquito.

It was a full-power Planet-level palm strike, combined with the additional downward pressure of gravity manipulation, slamming into the back of Azathoth's head.

Boom.

The entire void shook.

Azathoth's head was pressed into the ground.

A large piece of the rock-constructed facial carapace shattered, and purple bodily fluid spilled out from the six eye sockets, mixed with shattered crystals and magma, smearing the ground.

It wanted to struggle.

But Godzilla's claw remained pressed on the back of its head without letting go.

Under the reinforcement of the Planet-level gravitational field, the 3,200-meter rock giant was pressed onto the ground like a dead thing, unable to move.

The The Three Kings in the void.

One stuck in the ground.

One embedded in the wall.

One lying on the ground.

Luo Yu looked around, his curiosity piqued: "Godzilla, are your hands a bit itchy?"

"Hiss."

Translation: Warm-up is over.