209: Chapter 208 The Old Ones? Just a side dish.

"..."

Luo Yu lowered his head and glanced at Abaddon.

Volunteering? Quite sensible.

Unfortunately, this flattery was directed at the wrong person.

"No need."

Abaddon's mental fluctuations skipped a beat: "What...?"

"I said you don't need to help." Luo Yu leaned back against the corner groove, resting his arm on the edge of the dorsal fin, and gestured with his chin towards the multi-headed snake skeleton slowly floating up on the lake surface. "Godzilla is eating, and suddenly a side dish pops up. Don't snatch such a good thing."

The The Three Kings were stunned.

A side dish?

The remains of the Old Ones, the corpse of the first ruler of the Abyss World, an existence that the three of them had battled for three hundred years to barely kill forty-seven thousand years ago, had now become a side dish?

Belial's eagle head tilted.

It really wanted to ask: Do you know what level the bone hardness of this skeleton is equivalent to?

Azathoth's six eyes blinked alternately.

It really wanted to say: The death energy of the Old Ones can corrupt the mental core of an eleventh tier entity.

But... neither of them spoke.

Because Godzilla had already moved.

The 1,900-meter king of the titans raised its head from the purple-gold lake water, liquid origin energy still hanging from the corners of its mouth, dripping down.

It looked at the skeleton.

The skeleton also "looked" at it.

The ghostly green fire on the seven skulls crackled, and the gray-white bones slowly unfolded in the lake water, changing from a curled posture to a fully extended attack stance.

After full extension, the remains of the Old Ones were about 1,600 meters in size.

Seven cervical vertebrae branched out from the main spine, each over three hundred meters long, with skulls of varying sizes at the ends, the largest one exceeding eighty meters in diameter.

Although there was no flesh, no scales, only a bare skeleton remained, the death energy seeping from the bone cracks... was concentrated to a rather absurd degree.

The purple-gold lake water turned gray-white the moment it touched the death energy, the energy being corroded, decomposed, and converted into an inactive waste product.

"This thing... the energy level is not low."

Su Zhiruo stood on Godzilla's shoulder, her spatial array scanning the skeleton's data, and she frowned.

Luo Yu glanced at the system panel.

[Unknown Abyssal Creature detected · Remains state]

[Level assessment: eleventh tier peak (degrading, current actual combat power is about tenth tier peak)]

[Special tag: Old Ones · Seven-Headed Snake King · Remains instinctive body]

[Threat level: medium]

A tenth tier peak skeleton.

It was eleventh tier peak when alive, no wonder the The Three Kings fought it for three hundred years.

Unfortunately, you are already dead, only tenth tier peak. To the current Godzilla, what does that concept mean?

The The Three Kings are one eleventh tier early stage and two tenth tier peaks, and they were just beaten up by pure physical attacks.

A tenth tier peak skeleton?

Luo Yu looked at Godzilla's expression.

How to put it.

If one must use human expressions to compare, Godzilla's current appearance... is probably like you are eating hot pot, and a piece of tripe you didn't order suddenly pops up in the pot.

A surprise.

But not unwelcome.

"Hiss."

Godzilla's vertical pupils scanned the skeleton from top to bottom, its nostrils exhaling two bursts of hot air, evaporating a large area of the lake in front of it.

The meaning of this "hiss" was very rich.

Roughly: Bones? Will it hurt my teeth to chew?

The remains of the Seven-Headed Snake King had no reason, only instinct. It perceived Godzilla's plunder of the lake and triggered the most primitive food-guarding reaction.

The seven skulls opened their mouths simultaneously.

The second round of gray-white death energy beams fired in unison.

Seven beams.

More than three times fiercer than the previous round.

The concentration of death energy caused a large area of energy necrosis on the lake surface, and the purple-gold liquid turned into gray-white dregs, floating on the water like bean curd residue.

The beams hit Godzilla.

A layer of white mist rose on the surface of the scales.

Just like this?

Just like this.

The atomic bonding density of the Planet-level scales had already transcended the category of "matter" and entered the realm of "fields." For death energy to corrode this layer of field, it had to first break through the energy compensation mechanism of the constant output of the nuclear reactor.

To use an inappropriate analogy: taking a file to file a diamond, the file is worn flat, but the diamond doesn't even have a mark.

The white mist dissipated.

Godzilla's scales were clean.

Even the color hadn't changed.

"Hiss."

The tone of this sound dropped by half a degree.

Translation: Finished? It's my turn.

Godzilla didn't use breath.

Nor did it use gravity.

It used pure physics on the The Three Kings last time, and it didn't intend to upgrade this time.

It took a step forward.

The 1,900-meter body waded through the half-emptied lake, kicking up two 300-meter-high waves.

The purple-gold liquid washed over the spine at the bottom of the skeleton, but the skeleton was very stable; after all, it had been lying on the lake bottom for forty-seven thousand years, and its foundation was absurdly deep.

Godzilla walked in front of the skeleton.

The remains of the Seven-Headed Snake King reacted; the seven cervical vertebrae bent simultaneously, and the seven skulls surrounded it from different angles, mouths wide open, the barb-like bone teeth glowing with a ghostly green light.

Bite.

Seven heads biting together.

Three bit the chest, two bit the neck, one bit the front claw, and another... bit Godzilla's tail.

Bitten.

Click.

Bone teeth met the Planet-level scales.

Shattered.

It wasn't the scales that shattered.

It was the teeth that shattered.

The front teeth of five of the seven skulls collapsed the moment they touched the scales, gray-white bone fragments splashing out, falling onto the lake surface and stirring up ripples.

The remaining two were luckier; the roots didn't break, but the entire cervical vertebra was pushed into an S-shape by the recoil.

Luo Yu: "..."

Su Zhiruo: "..."

Abaddon opened its closed eyes a slit, secretly peeking at the battle situation.

Good heavens.

Forty-seven thousand years ago, this thing could bite through Abaddon's three-layered dragon armor in one bite.

Now biting Godzilla, it shattered itself first.

The times have changed, big brother.

Godzilla lowered its head and looked at the skulls on its chest.

They were grinding desperately, using their remaining broken teeth to rub against the scales, and death energy was constantly emerging from the bone cracks.

Useless.

Godzilla tilted its head.

Then it raised its right front claw.

It slapped the largest skull in the middle.

This was the third "slap" of the day; the first slap sent Abaddon into the ground, the second slap made Azathoth lie down, and the third slap...

The skull shattered.

Not cracked, not flattened.

It was shattered.

The eighty-meter-diameter skull, under the physical impact of the Planet-level front claw, had its bone structure disintegrate layer by layer in concentric circles from the point of contact, fragments and ghost fire splashing together, gray-white bone powder permeating the air.

One head gone.

Six left.

Godzilla tilted its head and changed its way of eating.

Its right front claw gripped the middle section of the cervical vertebra connected to the second skull.

Clenched.

Snapped.

The sound of bone breaking echoed in the hollow space.

Crisp, neat, and exuding an effortless ease, causing the second head and half of the cervical vertebra to be snapped off.

Godzilla held the broken bone in its mouth and chewed twice.

Crunch. Crunch.

Azathoth's six eyes twitched simultaneously.

It had fought this skeleton for three hundred years forty-seven thousand years ago, and couldn't count how many times it had been torn by the teeth of those skulls, and there was still an old scar from a bite on its left shoulder.

Now, those bones that had haunted it for tens of thousands of years were no different from chewing peanuts in Godzilla's mouth.

"Hiss."

Chewed three times. Swallowed.

Rating: Chewy, but the taste is average.