Evil God looked at the creations gathered in front of him, his mood was not very good.
His consciousness spread outward from the black sphere and swept across the black figures summoned back from all over the continent.
They are suspended in the void around the sphere. Some are as big as hills, some are as thin as human children, some have wings, some have four legs, and some have eight. But what they have in common is that they all have injuries on their bodies.
Some wings were torn off, some claws were broken, and a large piece of the armor on some chests was shattered, revealing the gray-white core underneath that was still slowly squirming.
Dark purple blood seeped out from their wounds and floated in the void, forming tiny blood beads that were still beating slightly.
And the two strongest ones are really gone.
World-Devouring Serpent's aura has completely disappeared. He is not sealed, not exiled, but dead.
He could feel that the connection between them and Him had been cleanly severed, like a cut rope, with a neat cross section and no fiber connecting it.
The creations He spent so much effort cultivating, and the two most loyal and powerful servants who helped Him survive the most difficult moments in Twilight of the Gods, were just gone.
Isn't this right?
Evil God's consciousness paused in the void. According to his observation, there should be few strong people in this era.
He can also perceive the outside world while sleeping.
Although the kingdoms established by humans are prosperous, their power level is too low. The strongest so-called "legendary strong men" are only at the seventh or eighth level, not even a Tenth Tier.
Those ancient races, Dragons, Vampires, Elves, have also declined. Their strong men died one by one in the long years, and no new strong men were born.
Most of those ancient beings that survived from the age of gods were seriously injured in War of the Gods, and are still recovering from their injuries in a deep sleep, unable to come out and move.
Therefore, when He resurrected His creatures to test the strong men of this era, He expected that they would encounter some resistance but no real threats.
But now, the situation is beyond His control.
Could it be that I made a mistake?
In this era, there are powerful beings that he doesn't know about, hiding in the dark, waiting until he wakes up to reveal their fangs?
Or is it that those creatures were not killed by the strong men of this era, but by something else, by those existences that survived from an older era that even he didn't know about?
Either way, the situation is not good.
Evil God's consciousness was silent in the void for a moment.
Then, there is no need to slowly infiltrate.
He originally planned to send a small number of creations to test the distribution of power in this era, find out those entities that might pose a threat to Him, and then eliminate them in a targeted manner.
But now that the creations have been discovered and killed, and His intentions have been exposed, there is no point in covering it up anymore.
Let all creation go out directly, not to test, but to attack!
Evil God's body began to condense.
The vague, human-shaped figures emerging from the surface of the black sphere began to converge towards His body.
His form changed from blurry to clear, from shadow to solid. The black, huge, irregular sphere began to shrink inward, like a collapsing star, sucking in all the surrounding matter into its body.
The creatures that were summoned back in the void, pulled by His power, approached Him one after another, integrated into His body, and became a part of Him.
"Old World" began to shake. It was not an earthquake, but the whole world was trembling.
The broken pieces of earth suspended in the air fell from the sky piece by piece, smashing into the thick, bottomless darkness below, causing circles of black ripples that were still surging.
The sky changed from dark purple to deep purple, and then from deep purple to a strange color between black and red, like coagulated blood.
There was a pungent smell in the air, like a mixture of sulfur and rotten sweetness, so strong that it made you want to vomit.
"Let all living beings - reappear in the 'world'."
Evil God's voice came out from the condensing body. There was no emotion, only an unquestionable command.
"Go and retake that world."
King Ghidorah, who was far away on the edge of Old World, felt something was wrong nearby.
His three heads turned around at the same time, and his six golden vertical pupils narrowed slightly. The ground was shaking, and the whole "world" was shaking.
The broken earth suspended in the air is no longer drifting slowly and regularly, but is shaking violently and irregularly, like a flag that is about to be torn apart by the strong wind.
There was a buzzing low-frequency noise in the air. It did not come from any direction, but came from all directions at the same time. It seeped out from under every inch of the "skin" in this space, like a groan squeezed from the depths of the throat when a person is in extreme pain.
"What's going on?" King Ghidorah's telepathy was filled with doubts.
"It's Him." The light ball's voice was softer than before, and underneath that calmness there was an imperceptible ripple, like tiny ripples on the surface of a lake blown by the wind.
"He is preparing to bring all the creatures of 'Old World' into the world. He is opening the channel, and He is going to let all the creatures that are sleeping, sealed, and exiled in 'Old World' flow into the real world."
"Oh, that's right." King Ghidorah understood.
"So, how big is this world?" His three heads turned at the same time, and his eyes scanned the broken and collapsing space, assessing its scope.
Judging from the boundaries he could perceive, this space was only about the size of a human country. On the earth in his previous life, it was roughly equivalent to a medium-sized plain area.
"About... only the size of a human country." Light Ball said.
King Ghidorah's tail tapped lightly on the ground, and the tip of its tail swept across the gray-white, crumbling rocks.
"So small."
His three heads raised up at the same time, looking at the changing color of the sky, at the falling broken earth, and at the black, thick material pouring out of the cracks.
"So, is there such a thing as the earth's core in this world?"
The ball of light fell silent.
"If... I blow up this world, can I get out?"
The ball of light was completely silent, like a piece of frozen ice, even the lines on the surface stopped flowing.
It's thinking, and its processor is dealing with this problem that it never thought about.
Light God is a little confused. What is the problem?
What the hell is the idea of blowing up the earth's core? But does this world have an earth core?
It actually doesn't know, because it is the remaining soul of God of Light left in this world, and it is not an omniscient and omnipotent existence.
He has existed for a long time, but He does not know anything more than the world itself. This world was created by Evil God, and His understanding of it is far less familiar than that of Divine Domain of Light.
After its processor ran rapidly for a moment, it came to a conclusion - I don't know.
"No... don't know."
"That's it, then I'll try it myself." King Ghidorah's telepathy is very dull.