Silver Radiance Dragon God was the first to do it.
While those dark shadows were still falling from the sky, He had already spread his wings. Silver-white light lit up on His scales, from dim to bright, from bright to dazzling.
The crown suspended in front of his forehead was rotating at high speed, leaving a circle of pale golden light in the air with each rotation. His mouth opened, and a silvery white light lit up deep in his throat.
Dozens of silver-white beams of light shot out from his mouth at the same time, shooting out from the crystals that emerged out of thin air around his body.
Those crystals condensed, arranged, and rotated in mid-air, and each piece locked on a target in an instant.
The beam hit those dark shadows.
The hit black shadow paused in the air for a moment, and then exploded. Black liquid and debris splashed in all directions from the explosion, like ugly, black flowers blooming in the night sky.
Valerirus also took action. A golden-red light lit up deep in his throat, and a stream of Corona Light spurted out from his mouth, and the light beam swept across a black shadow.
His Corona Light has enough lethality, but his magic power has been consumed too much in the previous battle and has not been fully recovered.
The Protector was beside him, and a dark golden beam of light erupted from his throat, hitting a huge black shadow that was rushing towards him.
The black shadow only stayed in the light pillar for a moment before flying out.
But the Protector's breathing was already messed up, the veins on his forehead were beating, and the light on his scales was flashing.
Their strength is Ninth Tier, and Eighth Tier is no longer enough on this battlefield.
Together, they could barely deal with a single shadow. The number of shadows falling in the sky at this moment exceeded their ability to count...
Something fell from the sky again.
It's not a black shadow, it's something real, heavy, and falling at high speed.
Voraksa didn't even think about it, and slapped it with his hand. His claws drew an arc in the air and hit the falling object.
"Ah!!!" A scream came from the object. It was not a roar, but a scream. It was the kind of scream that broke the bones, shattered the scales, and almost left the body with a slap.
Voraksa retracted his claws and looked down.
His claws were stained with some purple, still glowing liquid. It was not blood, but more like the residue of some kind of energy melted at high temperatures. His eyes fell on the object on the ground that he had knocked away.
It was a "dragon", covered with dark purple crystals. It was not small, but it was nothing in front of him.
There were several torn wounds on its wings, and its scales were broken into pieces. Dark purple liquid seeped out from the gaps in the wounds and flowed down along the lines of the scales.
Its eyes rolled around in its sockets, as if it was trying to recover from the dizziness caused by the slap. Its mouth was open, and it uttered a series of vague and incoherent syllables.
Valeria was a little confused. He crawled out from the rubble, "Wait a minute - Mr. Voraksa! I am your colleague!"
Valeria's voice was squeezed out from the mouth that was still dripping with blood, with an urgency of "Stop fighting, one of our own".
Voraksa's appearance, aura, and these information are all engraved in his core runes.
Voraksa's claws stopped in mid-air. He looked down at the black-gray dragon covered with purple crystals under his claws.
Colleagues?
Is this it? Voraksa looked Valeria up and down.
King Ghidorah looked at the guy in front of him. He had a black sphere, two tentacles, two claws, and twelve swords. He looked quite intimidating, and he was quite powerful.
His aura is still rising, and it has increased a lot since just now.
"So, young man, are you going to destroy the world?" King Ghidorah's voice echoed in the void, with a casual tone as if asking "Have you eaten today?"
The texture on the surface of the black sphere jumped slightly.
"Yes." Evil God's voice came from the black sphere.
Then you-"King Ghidorah paused, and his six golden vertical pupils narrowed slightly, reflecting the black, twisted, infinitely expanding figure. His tone switched from "chat" to "emotion".
"Then you're going to get beaten."
King Ghidorah Think back to a long, long time ago.
At that time, he had just arrived on Legendary Universe's Earth. He was young and energetic and felt that he was the strongest Destroyer in the universe.
He thought he could wipe out all life on that planet in a few weeks, completely destroy its ecosystem, and turn it into a world suitable for him to live without other living things.
As a result, he was beaten by a group of people. Godzilla's Atomic Breath hit him in the face, Mothra's scale powder fascinated his eyes, and Rodan hit him from behind, tearing a hole in his wings.
Other Titans came from all directions. It was difficult for him to defeat four fists with two fists, especially since the opponent had too many Titans in a mess.
Finally, after he was severely beaten, Shimo released the energy that started the Ice Age on him, completely freezing him in Antarctica, and also causing the earth at that time to enter an ice age.
"So - since you want to destroy the world, you can't do it without being beaten." King Ghidorah's tone was very serious, like a person who has experienced it and is imparting experience to the younger generation.
Evil God was silent for a moment. He seemed to want to understand King Ghidorah's logic - what is the relationship between being beaten and destroying the world?
Forget it, it's not important. "Clean it up first..." Evil God's voice came from the black sphere.
Evil God Before he finished speaking, he saw a golden light flash past.
Voraksa smashed another black shadow, and he was a little annoyed. There were too many of these black shadows. They were not big, but they couldn't kill them all.
He smashed one into pieces, and two fell from the sky. He looked at Valeria next to him - that guy finally crawled out of the river bed, his whole body wet, and the purple crystal light shone in the moonlight.
There were still scars on his body from being slapped by Voraksa just now, and several pieces of his scales were broken, but he still flew up.
There are also those "dragon beasts" - the red dragon Valerirus, the young Weitestan, the old black dragon Lord Protector, and the silver-white Dragon God that he has never seen before.
It should be something new that appeared in this era later, it's so weak.
Voraksa retracted his gaze and looked at the sky again. More and more black shadows gathered, pouring out from the clouds, from the cracks in space, and from every corner of the dark red sky.
Their number no longer looks like "falling", but more like "spurting".
tmd, what's going on?
His patience is being worn away one by one. Those black shadows are neither painful nor itchy, but annoying, very annoying. Like summer mosquitoes, a slap can kill a hundred of them, but there are still a thousand buzzing in your ears.
His wings flapped violently, and his body lifted up from where it was and stopped in the night sky.
"You guys - give me some time!" His voice echoed in the night sky, from near to far, from clear to fuzzy, from loud to weak.
Valeria heard Voraksa's words. His body was still hurting, and blood was still oozing from the wound that had just been slapped by Voraksa.
But he still opened his mouth and shouted in his hoarse, bloody voice - "All dragons - help Lord Voraksa buy some time!"
The sound spread throughout the battlefield, from the sky to the ground, from the front to the rear of the battle line, from the silver-white dragon that was fighting with the black shadow to the red dragon that was still cleaning up the remaining creations above the ruins of the city.
Valerirus raised his head, glanced at the black figure in the distance who was accumulating strength, and then turned to Weitestan beside him. "Go, help him."
Weitestan was stunned for a moment, then nodded. The Protector turned around and flew in the direction of Voraksa.
On the battlefield below, the crowd looked up at the battle in the sky, feeling lonely and silent.
Their cities are burning, their homes are crumbling, and they don't know what will happen tomorrow. Nuoyaji heard that voice, Voraksa...
Voraksa, Dragon of Destruction, Lord of the Old World, Silencer of the Gods.
Those names that are mentioned repeatedly in myths and legends, and are accompanied by death and destruction every time they appear, are the ancient existences that should have been sleeping in the northern part of the continent and should not have appeared here.
He has truly awakened, and he is saving humanity.
What's going on?
Could it be that in this world, he has "fallen" into a good dragon?
Nuoyaji I no longer believe in the memory of my previous life. It is too difficult to understand, too difficult to stretch, and it is difficult to believe in an existence that slaughtered the countries on the mainland and turned human cities into ruins one after another in the memory.
Will it actually save humanity?
"We must win--Voraksa--!" Another voice sounded from the other side of the crowd, an adult's voice, hoarse and rough.
His voice was shaking when he shouted, but he still shouted with all his strength.
Voraksa--! Defeat it--! You must win--!
The sounds are getting more and more numerous and dense. From the ruins of the city, from the chaotic crowds, from the neighborhoods that are still burning, from the fleeing teams that have run far away but still turn back from time to time - from all places where sounds can be heard.
Those voices range from low to high, from scattered to neat, from hesitant to firm.
They were emanated from human throats, vibrated by human vocal cords, and were caused by human fears that surged up from the bottom of their hearts after being overwhelmed by some unspeakable force at that moment.
Those shouts gathered into a torrent that echoed in the night sky.
Nuoyaji became even more confused. He felt like he was dreaming.
Those sounds rushed into his ears like a tide, one wave after another, each wave higher than the previous wave, each wave louder than the previous wave.
This dream is somewhat crazy...
The dragon face of Voraksa in the sky, which was accumulating strength, twitched slightly.
tmd--When he kills those things, he will blow you all up.
He thought viciously in his mind. His mouth didn't open, but he was already building up his strength.
Boom - a red beam of light spurted out from his mouth.
He released all the compressed, and about to overflow power extracted from his body at this moment.
The diameter of the light beam was so large that it dyed the entire sky crimson, and it was so bright that those on the ground instinctively closed their eyes the moment the light beam lit up.
The beam of light hit its target.
The gathering black shadows that were his targets disappeared.
They were not destroyed by the light beam, but disappeared before the light beam hit them.
A huge golden figure appeared in the path of the light pillar, and it fell from the crack torn from the sky.
The golden scales glowed with dazzling light.
The beam of light hit the figure...