213: Chapter 212 Star-Level Godzilla: The Final Destruction

The pulsation of the light cocoon lasted for a full seven days.

For seven days, Luo Yu didn't move an inch.

Sitting cross-legged on the purple crystalline rock, the spiritual power within his body surged with every beat of the light cocoon.

Su Zhiruo set up a simple space-folding tent nearby. She occasionally went inside to catch some sleep, and when she came out, her hair was a mess, but she didn't bother fixing it; the first thing she did was check the changes in the light cocoon.

Mothra had been circling high in the sky, her scale powder falling continuously for seven days.

This girl was even more concerned about Godzilla's evolution than Luo Yu was.

Pandora was the least troublesome.

Curled up in a ball at Luo Yu's feet, its single eye closed, it would twitch intermittently. It had adapted well to the high-concentration energy environment and had grown a size rounder over these seven days.

The Three Kings took turns guarding the three entrances to the underground space.

It wasn't arranged by Luo Yu; Abaddon had scheduled the shifts himself. His forty-seven thousand years of management experience were fully displayed at a time like this. When the master's pet is evolving, how could the security not be in place?

On the third day, Su Qingxue sent a communication from the Bridgehead, saying that the Expeditionary Force's first batch of collection stations had been deployed and the ore vein mining was going smoothly. Luo Yu just gave an "Mm" and hung up.

On the fifth day, General Zhan Kuang's call came in.

"Kid, when exactly are you coming back?"

"When Godzilla wakes up."

"Ivan from the Northern Border Federation is about to tear down the training ground at the Bridgehead. That kid is so bored he's fought Vicks from the Eagle Country three times. They fight, make up, and then fight again. I've already gone through four tobacco pipes."

"Let them fight. Anyway, there are no battles to fight here for the time being."

General Zhan Kuang hesitated.

Luo Yu guessed what he wanted to ask: "Any movement from the wormhole?"

"No."

General Zhan Kuang's tone leveled out. "It's peaceful. So peaceful that it's actually making me feel a bit uneasy."

Luo Yu glanced at the light cocoon.

The crimson light was thirty percent stronger than yesterday, and golden threads began to appear in the energy circuits on the surface of the cocoon, densely packed like a network of blood vessels.

"Don't worry, Old Zhan. Once Godzilla comes out, there won't be anything on Earth that can make you feel uneasy."

The seventh day.

Early morning.

According to the time concept of the Abyss World, there was no such thing as 'early morning,' but Luo Yu's biological clock remembered.

The pulsation frequency of the light cocoon suddenly accelerated.

From once every six seconds to once every three seconds, then every two seconds, and finally every second.

Luo Yu opened his eyes and stood up from the rock.

Su Zhiruo rushed out of the tent, her hair only half-tied.

Mothra dove down from the sky and stopped on the crystal pillar closest to the light cocoon, the feathers at the base of her wings all bristling.

The Three Kings turned their heads simultaneously.

The residual dark red light on Abaddon's seven broken horns went out. It wasn't shut off voluntarily; it was suppressed by the energy field radiated by the light cocoon.

Belial took a step back.

Azathoth's six eyes all opened, including the three injured ones on the right side that had been leaking bodily fluids.

Cracks appeared on the surface of the light cocoon.

The first crack started from the top and extended straight to the bottom along the crimson shell. Golden light leaked out from the crack—not red light, but golden.

A second crack, then a third.

As more cracks appeared, the light cocoon began to shatter.

Every piece of the shell that fell off released a wave of energy. The shockwave was neither hot nor cold, but the amount of information it carried was so vast that Luo Yu's spiritual perception was instantly overwhelmed.

Su Zhiruo's spatial formation automatically deployed a protective barrier.

Pandora crawled into Luo Yu's collar, with only the tip of its tail showing, shaking like a rattle.

The last piece of the light cocoon's shell fell off.

A golden pillar of light soared into the sky.

It wasn't an adjective; it literally soared into the sky. The light pillar pierced through the ceiling of the underground space, through the rock layers of the Abyss World, through the entire canopy of the Abyss, and shot straight into the endless sky above the Abyss World.

After the light pillar dissipated.

Godzilla stood there.

Luo Yu's first reaction was: So huge.

No.

It wasn't just huge.

Before the size data popped up on the System panel, what Luo Yu saw with his naked eyes already made his brain short-circuit for a moment.

The previous Planet-level form was 1,900 meters.

Black-red scales, crimson dorsal fins, and golden vertical pupils—that was already shocking enough.

The one standing before him now no longer had pure black-red scales.

The base color had become a deep ink-black, so dark it absorbed light, but golden light patterns flowed through the gaps in the scales, like liquid gold poured into every crevice of the carapace, flowing continuously and never solidifying.

The dorsal fins were even more startling.

Previously, they were flame-shaped crimson fin plates.

Now, every dorsal fin had become a translucent golden-red crystalline structure with an energy vortex rotating inside. Each one was an independent miniature nuclear reactor.

The color of the vertical pupils hadn't changed.

They were still golden.

But when Luo Yu looked into them, he found stars rotating deep within the pupils.

It wasn't a metaphor.

There were actual miniature galactic structures operating inside the vertical pupils.

Size...

The System panel popped up.

[Ding! Godzilla evolution complete]

[Current Form: Star-level · Godzilla of Final Judgment]

[Size: 3,600 meters]

[Weight: 980 million tons]

[evolution progress: 0% (100% required for the next stage)]

[Abilities Unlocked:]

[1. Final Judgment Breath (Power exceeds Planet-level by 20,000%, output density can be precisely controlled)]

[2. Stellar Domain (Centered on self, creates a stellar-level high-temperature environment within a 500km radius; temperature upper limit: 5,000,000 degrees)]

[3. Star Pulse (All-directional energy release with no blind spots, can cover a Planet-level range)]

[4. Dimensional Crushing (New Ability: Can actively tear through spatial dimensional barriers, dealing a dimensionality reduction strike to higher-dimensional beings)]

[5. Super-speed Regeneration · Star (Recover from any level of damage within 0.001 seconds)]

[6. Gravitational Collapse · Absolute (Can create miniature black holes)]

[7. Energy Absorption · Plunder (Can forcibly extract energy from a target's body)]

[8. Titan's Majesty · Star (Passive: Inflicts essential suppression on all beings below Star-level, ignoring mental defenses)]

[9. Spacetime Anchoring (New Ability: Locks spatial dimensions, preventing any form of escape or teleportation)]

[10. Final Form · Perfect (New Ability: Burns life force to enter the Perfect Final state, combat power increased by 10,000%, no side effects)]

Luo Yu finished reading the panel.

"..."

He squatted down.

It wasn't because his legs were weak.

It was because he needed to squat to digest this information.

3,600 meters.

980 million tons.

A five-million-degree Stellar Domain.

Dimensional Crushing.

Spacetime Anchoring.

"Zhiruo."

Su Zhiruo stood beside him, her mouth slightly agape, having forgotten to close it.

"Hmm?"

"Pinch me, I need to confirm this isn't a dream."

Su Zhiruo didn't pinch him.

Because she needed to be pinched herself.

The Three Kings' reaction was more direct than the humans'.

Abaddon's knees buckled.

He didn't kneel intentionally; he was forced down by the passive pressure released by the Star-level Titan. His seven broken horns were all pressed against the ground, his dragon wings drooped, and even his breathing became rapid gasps.

Belial went flat on the ground.

Face down,

wings covering his head.

Azathoth's six eyes didn't close. He wanted to close them, but the Star-level suppression acted on a mental level, not allowing him to.

His six pupils were forced to dilate to their maximum, fixed dead on the golden-black mountain before him.

With the previous Planet-level,

what The Three Kings felt was "unable to defeat it."

With the current Star-level, The Three Kings felt "unworthy of standing in the same space."

Godzilla lowered his head.

The 3,600-meter head leaned down, and the golden vertical pupils swept over Luo Yu.

"Hiss."

A sound.

Very soft.

Luo Yu stood up, brushed the dust off his pants, walked over, and jumped onto Godzilla's outstretched front claw.

The 3,600-meter-tall Titan lifted him to the horn groove on his head.

The horn groove was more than twice as large as before, making it feel a bit spacious when Luo Yu sat inside.

He touched the scales beneath his feet.

Golden light patterns flowed under his fingertips; they were warm.

"Godzilla, how do you feel?"

"Hiss."

Translation: Hungry.

Luo Yu smiled.

No matter how much he evolved, Godzilla always had only one need.

[Host receives 30% energy conversion]

[Spiritual Power +58,000,000,000,000]

[Current spiritual power value: 78,400,000,000,000]

Seventy-eight thousand four hundred billion.

Luo Yu's body underwent a qualitative change at this moment. His cellular structure was rearranged, and his meridian System was completely shattered and reconstructed. The light rising from his body's surface was no longer the previous pale white, but the same gold as the gaps in Godzilla's scales.

He raised his hand,

and clenched his fist.

The air was compressed into a bright spot in his palm.

This wasn't a release of spiritual power; it was pure physical strength.

"Alright."

Luo Yu opened his hand, and the bright spot dissipated silently. "Let's go home."

Godzilla took a step.

The 3,600-meter body turned around within the underground space of the Abyss Core.

His tail swept across a thousand-meter-tall crystal pillar.

The crystal pillar didn't budge.

The golden light patterns on his tail flashed.

The crystal pillar was severed cleanly into two pieces in the middle.

The cross-section was so smooth it could be used as a mirror.

Su Zhiruo packed up her things from the spatial tent and was pulled onto Godzilla's shoulder by Luo Yu.

Mothra flew up and perched on Godzilla's right shoulder.

The golden scale powder and the golden light patterns on Godzilla's scales complemented each other—a matching couple's color scheme.

Pandora huddled in Luo Yu's collar, not daring to show its head the entire way.

The Three Kings followed behind.

After walking for about ten minutes,

Luo Yu sent a message to Abaddon via their spiritual link.

"From now on, you are allowed to come to this Core Area once every six months to absorb energy. Each time, you can only take one-third of the new output from the spring."

Abaddon's mental fluctuations skipped a beat.

The new master not only hadn't exhausted the resources but even left them a quota for regular meals.

"Thank you, Master."

This time,

there was no trace of insincerity in Abaddon's tone.

The group walked out of the underground space and set foot on the surface of the Abyss World once more.

Under the dark green canopy,

the 3,600-meter golden-black Titan strode toward the Bridgehead.

With every step he took,

the crystalline rock layers in his footprints automatically melted and solidified, forming golden light-patterned imprints.

The path Godzilla walked became a golden road.

In the distant Bridgehead,

over ten thousand people of the Expeditionary Force were having lunch.

Someone looked up and saw that silhouette on the horizon.

The compressed biscuit in their hand dropped to the ground.

"What is that?"

Ivy poked her head out of the mecha cockpit, pushed her goggles up to her forehead, and squinted for three seconds.

Her hands were shaking.

It wasn't fear; it was a pure physiological reaction.

When humans face a giant object that exceeds the limits of their cognition, their bodies instinctively tremble.

Ivan ran out of the training ground, still holding an alloy training rod that had been bent into a pretzel.

"That thing... is it Godzilla? How did it get even bigger??"

Su Qingxue stood in front of the command tent, her communicator gripped in her hand.

She didn't ask anything.

She just watched that golden-black figure drawing closer and closer, standing quietly for a long time.

Luo Yu's communicator rang.

General Zhan Kuang.

"Kid."

His voice was mixed with the sound of something shattering in the background.

"Old Zhan, are you chewing on your tobacco pipe again?"

"It's not a tobacco pipe."

General Zhan Kuang's voice was a bit hoarse. "It's a teacup."