Outskirts of Beijing.
The abandoned subway station had long since been transformed into a brightly lit, round-the-clock modern food processing plant—Hungry Dragon Food Co., Ltd.
However, the mysterious Boss who had purchased the site had been creative. Rather than demolishing the old subway station entirely, he had preserved its main structure and cleverly connected it to the newly built giant refrigerated warehouse, creating a hidden passage difficult for outsiders to notice.
At this moment, deep within the warehouse, the gate connected to the old subway platform—a gate ordinary people could neither see nor touch—rippled faintly like water. Beyond it lay a space of another dimension: the Nibelungen of the King of Earth and Mountains.
Deep within the Nibelungen, iron-blue mountains rose and fell slowly amid the pervasive gray mist. No, they were not mountains, but enormous dragons lying prone upon the ground!
From head to tail, it measured nearly eighty meters in terrifying length. Heavy scales covered its mountain-like spine, and every breath made the currents of the entire space hum.
The King of Earth and Mountains, Fenrir, possessed the largest and heaviest body among the Four Monarchs. He himself was the ultimate embodiment of "strength."
The iron-blue mountain moved. Hind legs as thick as temple pillars slowly pushed upward, and the massive dragon rose to stand on two feet, the shadow cast by his colossal body nearly covering half the space.
His right claw, large enough to easily seize a heavy truck, opened with its palm facing upward, carefully holding Rigerif.
"Big Brother needs us." Fenrir's voice echoed through the empty Nibelungen.
Then, he began to run.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Every step was incomparably heavy, as if a giant god were hammering the earth. The entire Nibelungen trembled with it.
The gray mist was churned apart, while deep