Karelia Empire, Imperial Capital. Half of the palace has disappeared.
Only half of the former palace is now left.
The east wing completely collapsed, with rubble and broken beams piled together, like a ruin abandoned by time.
The main hall on the west side is still there, but there are several deep cracks on the outer wall, as if torn apart by something's claws, extending from the roof to the foundation.
The sun shone in through those cracks, illuminating the once glorious murals and decorations in the temple pale.
Hadrian led the guards to escort the emperor and His Highness to evacuate.
His face was covered with dust and dried blood, his robe was torn several times by gravel, and a large piece of the hem was burned.
His eyes were not looking at the road under his feet, but at the sky.
Look at the figure suspended above the city, the patron saint of Empire Tower Mage Corps, the highest combat power of mainland humans Civilization - the legendary Venerable of Ten Thousand Spells, Valot.
The master's white robes rustled in the night wind, and his old and majestic figure looked extraordinarily tall in the moonlight. His beard and long hair were blown up by the air current and scattered behind him.
In his hand he held the ebony staff that had been with him for countless years. The dark blue gem on the top of the staff glowed faintly in the darkness.
Valot's brows furrowed tightly.
He has not left the tower for a long time, and the last time he appeared in public in the imperial capital was many years ago.
But today was different. When he sensed the energy coming from the direction of the palace that did not belong to this world, he put down all the work in his hands and flew over from the top of Tower Mage Corps.
His eyes fell on the empty area on the east wing of the palace, an area that had been erased from the world by something, leaving only a smooth cut.
Then he looked at the edge of the incision that was slowly dissipating, a thin, black thing that was beating like a flame.
In the process of fragmentation, those fragments changed from black to gray, from gray to transparent, and from transparent to nothingness.
He has never seen such a thing before, not a condensed magic power, not a living thing, not a structure, not any known form of existence.
The way it "exists" is different from anything else in this world.
Things were going wrong and unusual. He had been guarding the empire for so many years and had seen countless monsters, countless disasters, and countless dark entities trying to invade this land.
He has never seen this kind of thing - this kind of thing is unlike any known power system, does not exist in any ancient book records, and seems to be something that oozes from the other side of the world.
Valot was silent for a moment, then turned around and flew towards the eastern sky. He needed to find those people.
The red dragon who guards Forbidden Land in the eastern part of the empire all the year round, the ancient saint in the northern snowfield who has lived for an unknown number of years, and the new Vagrian emperor who has just ascended the throne and whom he has not seen yet and is called "Caesar"...
At the same time, legendary powerhouses from all over the continent set off one after another.
Karelia Empire, Eastern Border. An old mage who lived in seclusion in the mountains and lived for nearly a thousand years opened his eyes from meditation. He felt a long-lost uneasiness.
Not from any known enemy, but from the world itself. He stood up from the futon, picked up the staff leaning against the corner, pushed open the wooden door, and walked into the night.
Vostok Empire, deep in the frozen soil. An old general wearing thick black armor stood on the ice sheet, squinting at the southern skyline.
His men were ready to go, no need to ask him why. He never woke them up without reason.
Kingdom of Shengjunxi, South Coast. A knight wearing silver-white armor walked out of the castle, and his horse was already waiting outside the door.
He left the territory quickly without taking any followers.
United Kingdom of Victoria, West Sea Iron Anchor Port. Reinhardt stood next to the wreckage of Archon Mech, isolating the mecha contaminated by black flames.
Then he took off his military jacket, put on a light combat uniform, and walked out of the factory gate...
Valeria looked at the broken black giant beast in front of him and gasped.
Its body was covered with scars from the battle, with several scales torn and several pieces of purple crystal broken into pieces. Dark purple blood seeped out from the wounds, flowed down along the lines of the scales, dripped on the ground, and corroded into small smoking pits.
What the hell is this?
It suddenly jumped out of nowhere. It is bigger than it, faster than it, and its claws are sharper than blades. It is not weak, probably at the peak level of Ninth Tier.
If in normal times, Valeria encountered an opponent of this level, it would have taken at least half a day to decide the winner. But that was not possible today, because Valeria was in a hurry now.
Therefore, it used all its strength at the beginning of the battle, attacking crazily without regard to loss or defense. It bombed the opponent indiscriminately and finally shattered the opponent.
Then all the pieces of the black giant beast disappeared.
Those black substances gush out from its wounds, like a flood that breaks a bank, tearing its body apart from the inside.
Then black fragments rose from the ground and flew towards a certain direction in the sky at such a high speed that Valeria only had time to see a blurry black shadow.
Valeria realized something was wrong. The thing was not defeated by him, but recovered by its own creator.
The creator needs to recycle it, indicating that the creator has encountered some changes, indicating that the war situation is developing in an unpredictable direction...
Valeria's four eyes lit up at the same time. Go to the main body... no, go to that adult.
Valeria spread its wings and jumped up from the ground. Its speed was so fast that the sound of flapping wings was left behind.
It flew in the direction where the black shadow disappeared.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..." Voraksa's voice was filled with exhaustion and excitement.
It flew to King Ghidorah, stabilized its body, and lowered its head.
"Where is Valeria? It didn't come with you?" King Ghidorah looked left and right.
Voraksa's mouth opened and closed. He didn't want to say, "Your Majesty, I've been looking for him for so long and I can't even find his shadow."
"Uh... this..." Voraksa's throat got stuck again. "I... haven't found it yet."
King Ghidorah looked at him.
Then he sighed. It wasn't disappointment, it was the helplessness of "I knew it".
"That's it. Then I'll give you another chance - help me find Evil God here."
"As you command, Your Majesty." His voice was steady.
King Ghidorah's three heads nodded at the same time. "Go ahead."
Voraksa spread its wings and flew out, and its body quickly disappeared into the gap in the suspended land.