For Godzilla.
Ever since that damned Ghidorah had barged into his world.
He could no longer stand the sight of winged, flying giant beasts that breathed fire or lightning circling around him.
Rodan: So that's why you beat me up every time you see me?
In any case, even if Drogon did absolutely nothing, Godzilla would never tolerate another dragon.
Not to mention that damned Drogon actually wanted to sleep with his wife!!!
Godzilla instantly went all out. The blue flames in his mouth had never been so thick and surging in nearly a hundred years.
Atomic Breath, carrying Godzilla's boundless rage, collided viciously with the nuclear breath Drogon spat out in the blink of an eye.
The red and blue beams continuously intertwined in the air, clashing and struggling against one another.
At first, Drogon felt pretty good. He thought he could show off.
But after only a dozen or so seconds of struggling, Drogon suddenly felt that something was wrong.
Why was the shockwave from that fat guy on the ground getting stronger and stronger?
At the same time, Godzilla, who was breathing fire from the ground, grew increasingly confused. As Drogon's breath continued to disperse, Godzilla actually smelled...
The scent of food!
That was right. Drogon was a great nuclear fire dragon. Even his flying posture relied on rocket-like nuclear propulsion.
And Godzilla...
Or rather, the vast majority of giant beasts in the current universe.
What they ate was precisely nuclear energy!
After fighting Drogon for so long, Godzilla not only did not feel more exhausted.
After absorbing the nuclear energy constantly radiating from Drogon, even the fatigue left over from fighting King Kong gradually vanished!
In just a dozen seconds, Godzilla had recovered his fighting spirit. He now felt even better than he would after sleeping