207: Chapter 206 The New Order, the Complete Submission of the Three Kings of the Abyss

"Alright!"

Luo Yu was unsure if this counted as a warm-up or the main course.

But one thing was clear... during the previous exchange, Godzilla hadn't used any skills.

No breath attack.

No gravitational singularity.

No atomic pulse.

Even gravity manipulation was only used a tiny bit at the very end to pin down Azathoth.

Pure physics.

With a size disadvantage of 1,900 meters against 3,000 meters, it had achieved a crushing victory through pure physics.

The gap between Planet-level and the eleventh tier is not just a step.

It is like a chasm.

Abaddon pulled half his body out of the ground; two of his nine horns were completely broken, and the remaining seven were covered in cracks. His dragon head was covered in mud and crystalline debris, and his black scales were deeply dented where he had been struck.

He looked at Godzilla.

The look in his eyes was different from before.

Before, it was vigilance.

Now, it was recognition.

Belial struggled out of the wall. With old and new injuries at the root of his left wing, that wing was drooping and couldn't fly. The cracks in his three spiral horns were glowing—a sign that the horn structure was about to collapse.

He looked at Godzilla.

He didn't prepare for another attack.

Azathoth's head was still pressed to the ground, his six eyes rolled back, and purple body fluid flowed in a pool.

Godzilla let go with his claws.

Azathoth didn't move.

It wasn't because he was still being held down.

It was because he didn't dare to move.

In ten seconds, the The Three Kings went from the supreme rulers of the Abyss World to defeated dogs who didn't dare to lift their heads.

Godzilla took two steps back.

He made space.

Luo Yu stood up from the horn groove and looked down at these three 'supreme beings' of the Abyss.

"Still want to talk about order?"

No answer.

"Or... change the subject?"

Five seconds of silence.

Abaddon's mental fluctuations came through.

It was much weaker than before, not in tone, but in signal strength. In other words, his mental core had been damaged by the physical impact.

"You... won."

Two words.

The price of saying them was the pride accumulated over tens of thousands of years.

"I proposed conditions."

Luo Yu didn't take the opportunity to mock them, but said calmly: "Submission, not enslavement, not extermination. You and your species retain the right to exist, but... from today on, the order of the Abyss World will be decided by me."

"You can continue to manage the Abyss... in my name."

"In exchange, all resources of the Abyss World are open to me. If high-dimensional civilizations invade again, you will fight alongside Godzilla."

The conditions were laid out.

Very straightforward.

No diplomatic language, no negotiation skills. The winner's conditions were just that simple and brutal.

Abaddon was silent for a long time.

Belial and Azathoth beside him also didn't emit any mental fluctuations.

The silence in the Abyss was heavier than any sound.

...Of course,

Just when Luo Yu thought another round was needed, Azathoth moved.

He didn't stand up.

His six eyes recovered from the rolled-back state, his purple pupils refocused and locked onto Godzilla for three seconds.

Then he pressed his forehead to the ground.

All six eyes closed, and the purple-black flames on his rock-formed body extinguished themselves.

This action had a very clear meaning in the power system of the Abyss World: offering the Origin Flame.

The flame was Azathoth's lifeline.

Actively extinguishing it was equivalent to handing over his core weapon, declaring to the other party, "I no longer have the will or ability to resist."

Luo Yu looked down at the notification that popped up in the system.

【Eleventh-tier Abyss Supreme · Azathoth has sent a submission request to the Host.】

【Do you accept?】

Azathoth chose quickly.

Not because he was cowardly, but because he was the most pragmatic of the The Three Kings.

In those few seconds when his head was pressed to the ground, he used his six eyes to scan the energy parameters released by Godzilla from all angles.

Scanning conclusion: Can't beat him.

Not that he couldn't beat him by a little, but that he couldn't beat him by a whole dimension.

When experts fight, even a millimeter of difference is the difference between heaven and earth.

For a creature with a rock body and logic as its underlying thought process, data doesn't lie. The benefit of continuing to resist is zero; the cost is the extermination of his race.

You don't need six eyes to calculate that.

"Azathoth is..." Zhiruo said half a sentence on the other end of the communicator.

"Surrendered." Luo Yu continued.

Belial stood by the wall for ten seconds.

His condition looked better than Azathoth's; at least he was still standing, but unfortunately... his left wing was ruined, the three spiral horns were cracked to the point of almost shattering, and dark gold scale feathers hung scattered on his body.

Griffin-type creatures have a very distinct body language: when their eagle heads droop below their front claws, it represents surrender. It's not the fake kind; it's carved into their bones.

Belial's eagle head pressed down inch by inch.

Past the front knees. Past the front claws. Down to the ground.

Then, the remaining dark gold energy circuits on the three spiral horns extinguished one by one.

Same as Azathoth... handing over his core weapon.

【tenth tier peak Abyss Supreme · Belial has sent a submission request to the Host.】

Two votes.

Only Abaddon's mental fluctuations were still running in the void.

The nine-horned dragon had crawled completely out of the pit. Nearly a third of the scales on his body were shattered, two horns were broken, and the cracks in the remaining seven were widening. Four out of twelve pairs of wings had completely lost function, with membranes torn and skeletons bent.

He was injured more heavily than the other two.

That was because the palm with which Godzilla 'swatted the mosquito' hit exactly the vital area of his hind neck. The hind neck of an Abyss Dragon is where the scales are thickest, but it is also the key mechanical node connecting the dragon head to the torso.

With one palm, the node was almost dislocated.

Abaddon being able to stand up was due to the life resilience accumulated by the nine-horned dragon over tens of thousands of years.

After he stood up, he didn't look at Belial or Azathoth.

He looked at Godzilla.

The content of his mental fluctuations was much longer than before.

"I have ruled the Abyss for 47,000 years."

"Before this, there was no order in the Abyss World."

"Hundreds of millions of creatures devoured each other in the darkness. There were no levels, no laws, only endless slaughter."

"Belial, Azathoth, and I... we established this order through 3,000 years of war. We divided the territory, established hierarchies, and constrained the disordered reproduction of low-tier giant beasts."

"The Abyss World has its current scale and structure because of us."

Luo Yu didn't interrupt him.

"You want me to hand over all of this."

"Hand it over to an existence from the outside, whom I don't even understand."

"You are right, the pen is in your hand, but I must see every word written by this pen."

Luo Yu raised an eyebrow.

This was not a submission, nor was it sophistry.

This was the final appeal of a ruler, regardless of whether the object of his governance was human or giant beast, when there was no way to retreat:

You can take my power.

But you have to let me know that you won't destroy everything after taking it.

"What do you mean...?"

"I will submit."

Abaddon's nine horns, the remaining seven slowly lowered one after another.

The dragon head pressed to the ground.

The twelve pairs of wings completely folded and adhered to both sides of his back.

Dark red energy withdrew from the tips of his horns one by one, dissipating into the air, strand by strand.

Handing over his core weapon, just like the other two.

But Abaddon did one more thing.

His mental fluctuations shifted from an open state to a connected state. A mental signal extended from Abaddon's consciousness core and floated towards Godzilla.

This was not an attack, nor was it a probe.

This was the oldest allegiance ceremony in the Abyss World: Mental Anchoring.

The submissive actively connects their mental core to the master's consciousness network. Once the anchoring is completed, the master can perceive the submissive's location, status, and even thought trends at any time. The corresponding cost is that the submissive will never be able to launch a mental attack on the master—after all, you cannot attack a part of your own consciousness network.

This is irreversible.

There is no turning back once done.

Abaddon handed over this mental connection.

Godzilla's vertical pupils twitched.

He looked at the floating mental connection, nostrils puffing out two streams of hot air: not anger, more like savoring what this thing tasted like.

"Hiss."

A hiss.

Godzilla's consciousness core opened a tiny gap and swallowed Abaddon's mental connection, just like eating a peanut.

Didn't even chew.

Anchoring complete.

The system panel popped up three notifications.

【Eleventh-tier Abyss Supreme · Azathoth — Submission successful. Mental anchoring established.】

【tenth tier peak Abyss Supreme · Belial — Submission successful. Mental anchoring established.】

【tenth tier peak Abyss Supreme · Abaddon — Submission successful. Mental anchoring established.】

【Supreme ruling power of the Abyss World has been transferred to the Host.】

【Congratulations to the Host for obtaining the title: Lord of the Abyss.】

Three golden lines of text hung before Luo Yu's eyes for three seconds, then dissipated.

Luo Yu squatted in the horn groove, looking down at the three behemoths burying their heads in the ground.

3,000 meters. 2,800 meters. 3,200 meters.

Added together, it's enough to circle a large lake.

All lying down.

He turned his head to look at Godzilla.

What was this king of the titans doing, who had just accepted three eleventh-tier minions?

Licking his claws.

Licking his claws again.

Specifically, licking a piece of black dragon scale fragment that had stuck to him when he swatted Abaddon earlier.

Chewed it. Spat it out.

"Hiss."

Translation: The scale is too old, can't chew it.

Luo Yu chuckled.

The communicator turned on.

"Zhiruo."

"Here."

Zhiruo's voice carried an indescribably complex tone.

She had witnessed the entire battle from the depression entrance, if ten seconds of one-sided physical output could be called a battle.

"Send a message to Qingxue and General Zhan Kuang."

"What content?"

Luo Yu thought for a moment.

"Just say the three kings of the abyss are already Godzilla's people."

The other side of the communicator was silent for four seconds, then Zhiruo said one word.

"Okay."

...Fifteen minutes later.

The situation in the void had changed.

Godzilla had shrunk back to his compact 300-meter body, squatting in the center of the void.

The The Three Kings had returned to a standing position, but their postures were like different beasts than before. Looking over, Abaddon was standing behind and to the right of Godzilla with his wings tucked in, his dragon head drooping at a height that was neither high nor low, his seven remnant horns tilted backward—that was a standard 'attendant stance'.

Belial was squatting in the back left, his injured left wing temporarily fixed with a solidified lava substance—Azathoth had helped him with that. It seemed these three didn't have a bad relationship.

Azathoth stood at the very back, the purple-black flames on his back restored, but the intensity was only half of what it usually was. Four of his six eyes were looking at Godzilla, two were looking at Luo Yu, and the content in his eyes had changed from previous caution to current submission.

And those two Ninth-Tier Giant Beasts left behind as 'dessert', their current situation vividly illustrated what 'surviving a disaster' meant. They were lying on the ground motionless, not even daring to emit mental fluctuations. Until Abaddon gave a safety signal, the two Ninth-Tier ones crawled like bugs, moving behind the The Three Kings, and curled into two balls.

Luo Yu was sitting on Godzilla's shoulder, opening the communication channel.

"Su Qingxue."

"Here."

Qingxue's voice was very steady.

But Luo Yu could tell that the stability was forced.

The message 'The three kings of the abyss are already Godzilla's people' that Zhiruo had just forwarded had almost made the command tent at the bridgehead boil over.

"The expeditionary force stays where they are, don't push south. What does General Zhan Kuang say?"

"The General said..."

Qingxue paused for a beat.

"The General's original words were, 'My pipe broke again'."

Luo Yu couldn't help but laugh.

"Tell him not to worry, I'll buy him a new one later."

"There is one more thing." Qingxue's tone returned to normal. "Your global broadcast permission is still on—1.2 billion viewers online."

Luo Yu was silent for a second.

1.2 billion.

Almost one-sixth of the world's population was watching the live stream.

What did they see?

They saw a human riding a Planet-level monster, beating the three supreme beings who had ruled for 47,000 years in the underground of the Abyss World until they were lying down, and then subduing them.

"Don't turn it off."

"What?"

"Don't turn off the live stream. Let them watch."

Luo Yu stood up.

Under his feet was Godzilla's scales, a 300-meter-high shoulder, and around him were the huge shadows of the The Three Kings.

He faced north,

In that direction was an invisible dimensional channel, leading to Earth, to the East Sea Defense Line, to that blue, fragile world he had spent a whole year protecting.

"From today on."

Luo Yu's spiritual power transmission spread out, covering the communicator's receiving frequency band.

"All resources of the Abyss World belong to humanity."

"The three kings of the abyss... Abaddon, Belial, Azathoth, from this moment on, pledge allegiance to the king of the titans, Godzilla."

"This is not conquest."

"This is evolution."

The voice passed through the communication frequency band, through the wormhole relay station, through the satellite network, and reached every device on Earth that still had the screen on.

In front of the big screen at the East Sea Defense Line, the new pipe in General Zhan Kuang's mouth cracked again.

He didn't care.

"Good kid."

The Old General stared at the figure standing on the monster's shoulder on the screen, the corners of his mouth moving.

In the bridgehead, Ivy took the communicator off her ear and looked down at the Dragon Nation military badge in her palm. It was something Luo Yu had casually given to every squad commander before the expedition, saying, 'Carrying this means you are one of us'.

Unknowingly, she gripped the military badge tightly.

Ivan was chewing on a compressed biscuit nearby, stopped halfway, with half a piece not chewed up in his mouth, asking vaguely: "The three kings of the abyss have all surrendered... then why are we here?"

Ivy rolled her eyes: "Moving house."

"Moving what house?"

"Marshal Luo Yu said, the resources of the Abyss belong to humanity. Do you think Godzilla can eat the entire Abyss with just one mouth?"

Ivan digested this information for two seconds, stuffed the remaining half of the biscuit into his mouth, and chewed a few times.

"That's true too."