King Ghidorah Flies Toward the Lighthouse of Freedom / King Ghidorah Is Gravely Wounded ...

"This will be beneficial for the upcoming election. Only if the president can pass the next round of elections will you all receive stronger support, and you will be given priority in terms of both finances and resources," the president's secretary chimed in.

The white-haired old man, the director of the research institute, nodded and instructed, "Do as instructed! Just remove the restraints from the head."

"Yes." The researcher operated the computer, retracting the protective glass upwards to create space for the three-headed dragon to peek over.

"Alright, lower your head and stick it in, let Daddy have a good look at you." The Grand Commander beckoned the three-headed dragon to stick its head in, and he took a few steps back to keep a certain distance from the big guy.

The president simply wanted to take a photo with this behemoth so that the media could publish it later, telling the world that such a super weapon was discovered under his brilliant leadership.

At this moment, the three dragon heads slowly approached the Great Commander, behaving docilely without uttering a roar.

The Grand Commander continued to beckon the dragon head closer, saying with delight, "Very good, very good! Good boy. By the way, are you a boy or a girl?"

The three enormous dragon heads contrasted sharply with the president's body, but the president, after examining the three heads, said with some dissatisfaction:

"You still look a bit small compared to the giant dinosaur that's emitting lightning, but that's okay. Hmm, you've just been hungry for too long. You can still grow bigger, and then we'll definitely be the strongest in the world."

"Buzz!!!" The three-headed dragon's eyes suddenly transformed into threatening vertical pupils, staring directly at the Grand Commander. As if by telepathy, a domineering, mature woman's voice echoed in the minds of the surrounding humans:

"Ghidorah... is the strongest!"

Chapter 631 Ghidorah Flies Towards the Beacon of Freedom

"What's going on? She spoke? And she's a woman?" The Grand Commander looked at the golden three-headed dragon in surprise, then turned to the researchers hiding behind him and asked.

"There might be something wrong with the supercomputer. The calculated behavior patterns don't match reality," the researcher said.

At this moment, the three-headed dragon pursed its lips, stretched out its long neck, and tried to encircle the Grand Commander like a python.

"Wait! Stop! What are you all standing there for? Do something right now!" The commander shouted at the research institute staff, dodging and weaving.

"The detected physical strength data is skyrocketing; this monster's physical strength is several times greater than we estimated! If we don't use drastic measures, our current equipment probably won't be powerful enough to retrieve this monster," the researcher continued.

The three-headed dragon arched up the president's body, tore his suit, and made the president, who was fat and tall, unsteady on his feet.

"Then use it quickly!" the commander-in-chief yelled.

"Hehe..." The other dragon head, through telepathy, let out a mischievous, silvery laugh like a young girl. She bit off the restraints that were being held in place and destroyed the steel cables binding her body.

"What's going on? Stop! I'm your father!" The Grand Commander stepped back.

"Hmph!" The last dragon head looked at the Grand Commander and let out a deep, mocking laugh, just like that of an old woman.

The three-headed dragon looked at the Grand Commander with a comical expression, as if she were looking at a funny clown, with the red button device in the mouth of one of her heads.

The three-headed dragon suddenly opened its other head and sneezed, blowing the Grand Commander away like an insect.

"Hahaha--sneeze!!!"

"Whoaaaaah!!!" The Grand Commander scrambled back into the crowd.

The bodyguards only then realized what was happening and quickly protected the disheveled president.

The three-headed dragon bit down and crushed the red button device inside.

"What's going on! Stop that monster!" The commander, his face covered in the saliva of a three-headed dragon, shouted angrily at the researchers.

"What? The activity level of Ghidorah's brain has exceeded the control range of the supercomputer!"

"How is that possible! Does that mean this monster's computing power is even stronger than that of artificial intelligence?"

The three-headed dragons opened their mouths wide, their long necks trembling, as if trying to make a sound. Then, they actually uttered English words intermittently.

"The world... AD 2019... Human society..."

"What's going on? She seems to be studying? But how is this possible at this speed!" The researchers looked at the three-headed dragon in shock.

"No! She's using our supercomputer to learn about human knowledge," the institute's director exclaimed.

"Cough... nuclear... power plant! Food..." Ghidorah snorted, breathing heavily.

Bang!!!

One of the supercomputers in Ghidorah's head overheated due to high-speed operation, started smoking, and then exploded. The neural control device was damaged, but it did not cause any harm to Ghidorah itself.

"Nuclear...materials...weapons, arsenal..." Ghidorah blinked, seemingly confirming its target.

Bang! Another supercomputer exploded.

"Find a way to stop her! What does she want to do?" the president shouted, grabbing the researcher.

"There's no way to control it now. We underestimated the intelligence of ancient beings. The energy released by her brainwaves clearly exceeded that of humans, so a supercomputer simply cannot control a brain with more nerves than a human's," the researchers said.

She seemed to be searching for something...

"Food... this is underground... a warehouse." Ghidorah opened its eyes and looked down at its feet.

With the third explosion, Ghidorah lowered its head and crashed into the ground beneath the surveillance cameras.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!!!" Ghidorah's sharp teeth pierced through the steel plate on the ground, and it stretched out its long neck to burrow inside.

Underground, armored vehicles, heavily protected by layers of armor, transported materials capable of creating the most destructive strategic weapons. The research institute used these materials to produce the nutrient solution for Ghidorah's revival.

At that moment, Ghidorah, relying solely on its senses, located the can inside the armored vehicle, bit through the super steel of the armored vehicle that could block rocket artillery, picked up the can containing special materials, and swallowed it.

"How could this be! They were all swallowed!" the researchers exclaimed, their eyes wide.

"That amount was enough to make five Harmony Bombs! And it all went down the drain!" the president's secretary exclaimed in surprise.

Having consumed the remaining special materials in the research institute, King Ghidorah was fully resurrected. The United States attempted to control her using mechanical engineering, but they underestimated the monster's abilities. King Ghidorah's body began to grow larger, with solid scales and strong muscles, and she began to break free from the mechanical equipment attached to her body.

"The food isn't enough... I want more..." Ghidorah said in a deep voice.

"Naked Monkey? Humans? Is this what your race calls itself? A new species that evolved millions of years ago. So you are the strongest race of this era." The hungry three-headed dragon fixed its gaze on the hiding humans and spoke.

At this point, Ghidorah was speaking very fluently, as if a voice from a telepathic connection was ringing out.

"You want me to conquer the world, don't you! As a reward for awakening me, I will grant your wish! Let's begin with your country. Ghidorah is naturally the existence of this world." The first dragon head arrogantly looked down at the people on the ground and asked.

"Daddy? I wonder what it tastes like if I eat it? Hehehe!" The second dragon head spoke in a mischievous girl's voice, revealing a wicked look in its eyes, drooling as it spoke.

"Monkey? They're sour and smelly," the third dragon head said with a disgusted expression.

"What exactly is going on? They acknowledge that I am their father. Isn't fatherly love supposed to be as solid as a mountain? Why do they want to eat me?" The president asked the researchers in shock.

"No, it's wild, so it has the characteristic of cannibalism. Even if its biological father appeared here, it would be a bloodbath!" the biologist speculated.

After all, not every species values paternal love and maternal filial piety; maternal love is only slightly more common. Species like the praying mantis, which reproduce by eating its mate, have children whose offspring are simply nourished by the paternal love of a father.

King Ghidorah unleashed a massive, lightning-like beam of light. The three of them combined smashed through the basement ceiling, pierced the rock wall on the ground, and finally saw the sky outside!

The pair of golden wings spread powerfully, crushing all the steel structures and rocks in their path, and even chiseling open the rock walls, yet the golden wings remained completely unharmed.

Then Ghidorah flapped its wings powerfully, and the strong wind knocked over and blew away all the equipment in the laboratory, knocking people off balance. The golden three-headed dragon soared into the sky, flew straight up to the ceiling, and left the place.

Chapter 632 Ghidorah Severely Damaged

A golden, three-headed dragon soared into the sky, its three heads gazing greedily at the world, regarding everything as its own possession, a sneer on its face. Its eyes held not appreciation for the natural beauty of the world, but only a fanatical desire to unleash its destructive urges.

Yes, destruction and ruin are in Ghidorah's nature. It destroys everything, turning vibrant green forests into dead trees, lush meadows into withered yellow grass, and the land that nourishes all things into cracked, scorched earth, making everything lose its vitality.

Then Ghidorah will absorb the energy from the earth's ley lines, extinguishing the flames at the earth's core and stopping the earth's rotation until no life remains. She will then have completed her mission and will travel to the next planet with life.

"Oh no! That monster flew off towards the largest power plant in the west!!!" The doctor exclaimed in panic as he looked at the map through the tracking chip he had left on Ghidorah.

"What!? No! Notify the army! Stop her! At all costs! Immediately! Right now!" The commander-in-chief shouted, his eyes wide.

"Yes!" The secretary quickly pulled out the satellite phone and ran out.

"Wait!" Just then, the Black Dragon King, sensing the presence of his own kind, rushed over and blocked the golden shadow that was flying rapidly through the air.

The golden three-headed dragon Ghidorah felt as if it had crashed into a wall of air, making its progress extremely difficult.

Ghidorah stopped and looked closely. In front of her stood a dark blue-green scaled Eastern dragon, more than ten meters long. Its mane behind its horned head fluttered in the wind, making it appear noble and majestic. Compared to Ghidorah's nearly one hundred-meter body, it seemed small, but in this world, it was already a behemoth.

"How rare! Isn't this Dragon species unique to the East? Even before Ghidorah went into slumber, it was rarely seen." The first head of the Ghidorah older sister turned its neck and looked curiously at the black dragon that appeared in front of it.

The Black Dragon King, with a serious expression, said, "The golden three-headed dragon... Ghidorah, I thought I might encounter a powerful member of our race, but it turns out to be a heretic from another realm!"

"Hehehe, dragon... delicious! I'm still hungry." The mischievous girl looked at the Black Dragon King and said with drooling.

"Ah, dragons are rich in nutrients," the last of the hoarse old women's heads said in rare agreement.

Ghidorah exuded a murderous aura, like a beast that had been starving for days and had its eyes on its prey.

"How dare you! Who do you think you're talking to!" The Black Dragon King roared in fury, as dense dark clouds gathered in the sky above, flashing with lightning, and then exploded with a deafening roar.

With the aid of nature's power, the Black Dragon King displayed power in no way inferior to that of Ghidorah.

"Hmph... it might be a little tricky, you're the king of dragons, after all. Why don't you just leave! Ghidorah just needs to fill its stomach, let's not fight." The dragon head with Ghidorah's mature female voice blinked and spoke.

"I have already stopped you, and I have no intention of letting you leave! You heretic who has destroyed the incarnation!" The Black Dragon King said with a stern and resolute voice, his dragon eyes wide with fury.

"There was absolutely no need for this to escalate. You should understand that Ghidorah is the true ruler, the king who rules over everything. This planet already belongs to me!" Ghidorah said.

"Hmph! Even in this era, we cannot allow an outsider like you to live! Humanity will perish sooner or later, and our dragon race will return to this ancestral land! We will not tolerate your interference!" the Black Dragon King said resolutely.

"Hey, stop talking, just eat!" the second voice of the girl roared.

"Ah! A little blood loss is worth it, the Eastern Dragon has received a great tonic!" said the third dragon of Old Ji Yin.

The great battle between the two was so fierce that the sky darkened. On that day, a massive storm struck the Americas, and it is said that lightning struck and turned the entire forest into scorched earth.

"That's how it is. In order to stop that evil Ghidorah, the Black Dragon King was seriously injured and can only recuperate in the Dragon Palace now."

Turtle Immortal sat on the specially made chair that Shirou had brought for him, and spoke while tears streamed down his face.

"Please use this." Yuihama handed him a towel. She had originally wanted to use a handkerchief, but seeing that the sea turtle's shell alone was more than three meters long, she honestly chose a clean white towel.

"Thank you, human lady," the Turtle Immortal said, taking the towel and wiping away his tears.

"So, is the monster that injured the Black Dragon King still in the United States?" Shirou asked.

"Yes, it's shameful to say, but the Black Dragon King established the Dragon Palace and protected us creatures, which is a great kindness to us. However, we are truly powerless to fight against that kind of monster. Ghidorah, the legendary embodiment of destruction, even I, an old turtle who has lived for three thousand years, have never seen such a terrifying monster," said the Turtle Immortal.

"The Black Dragon King... should be stronger than Godzilla, right?" Shirou asked, looking at the giant sea turtle.

"Yes, that lord is the magnificent Dragon King, and although Godzilla is exceptionally talented, he is still a juvenile." The Turtle Immortal shrank his neck, but still obediently agreed.

"If it's such a formidable enemy, even the Black Dragon King couldn't win. We don't have much of a chance either," Yuihama said worriedly, glancing at the Godzilla girl and then at Sabre beside her.

At this moment, in the sky above US territory, the golden three-headed dragon spread its wings and flew up and down. The current Ghidorah no longer had the dazzling golden light and high spirits it had when it broke into the US underground research institute.

Now, one of its wings has a large hole, and when it flies, it bounces up and down. Several pieces of its golden scales have fallen off, and there are many wounds on its body, charred scars like it was struck by lightning, from which some blood is still flowing.

"Damn it... I didn't expect that black dragon to be so ferocious, willing to risk serious injury just to attack." The dragon head with the mature female voice said through gritted teeth.

"I'm so hungry... I didn't get to eat any dragon, and I got injured instead," the dragon head in the girl's voice said.

"Failed hunts happen all the time. Let's find a place to replenish our energy and heal our wounds first," said the dragon head of the old Ji Yin.

At this moment, they focused their attention on the west, not far from Ghidorah, where a power plant located in the western United States contained the energy she needed.

Chapter 633 Yuihama and Shirou head to the Dragon Palace

Yuihama picked up Sabre and looked at Shirou beside her, knowing that given his personality, it was impossible for him to let this happen unchecked.

Although she also hoped to help the Dragon Palace, she was really worried. Godzilla, with his childlike nature, took a lot of effort to finally defeat. Now they have successfully reconciled and become friends. But this time, the enemy is more evil than ever before.

"The old turtle had no other choice but to come to land and beg you," said the Turtle Immortal.

"Black Dragon King... Waaaaah, waaaah..." At this moment, the Godzilla girl hung her head dejectedly, pacing back and forth in the Pet Center's living room, anxiously circling around. The Black Dragon King was the one who had awakened her from this world, almost like family.

"Okay, okay. Calm down, Godzilla -chan." Seeing Godzilla's worried expression, Yuihama reached out and hugged her, sat down on the sofa, rubbed her head, and comforted her.

"That's right, Turtle Immortal said that the Black Dragon King is healing, and he'll be fully recovered soon. Okay, cheer up." Shirou also stood up, ruffled the girl's hair, and said with a smile.

"Waaah... yeah, Godzilla knows." The Godzilla girl leaned between Yuihama and Shirou, finally calming down a bit.

"If it's you who can stop Godzilla, perhaps there's still a sliver of hope. Princess, please. There are some fools inside who say they'd risk their lives to avenge King Ghidorah for the Black Dragon King," the giant sea turtle pleaded with Xiao Qing.

"They come from the mountains, so they don't really have much to do with the sea. Sea turtle, you should still try to persuade your companions, right?" Little Qing glanced at Shirou secretly and said hesitantly.

"The Black Dragon King is currently in a deep sleep, otherwise he would definitely stop them. No matter how much the old turtle tries to persuade him, he can't stop them. Now, the guys in the Dragon Palace will only listen to you, a fellow dragon. Please come to the Dragon Palace to take charge of the situation, no matter what." The Turtle Immortal bowed his head towards Little Qing and said, crying.

"This is so annoying. I didn't expect there to be so many things going on." Little Qing frowned, looking annoyed, and swished her long tail back and forth.

Her determination to stay with Shirou was absolutely unwavering, but dragons are creatures with a deep blood connection, and she was unhappy to hear that the Black Dragon King was injured.

"Princess ..." Godzilla looked at Little Qing with the eyes of a stray puppy.

Frustrated, Little Qing shook her dragon tail even faster.

"Shirou." Yuihama glanced at Shirou.

Shirou understood immediately; in fact, he thought the same thing. So he looked at Xiaolong and said, "I understand, Little Qing."

"Is it... Shirou?" Little Qing, who had been pondering, looked at Shirou.