A violent explosion covered everything.
The crimson beam of light hit the golden figure, and the shock wave spread from the center of the explosion to the surroundings, forming a circular, rapidly expanding halo visible to the naked eye.
Wherever the halo passes, the clouds are torn apart, and the dust and powder in the air are blown away.
Valerirus's wings suddenly folded in just before the shock wave arrived, and his body fell rapidly from the air. Before hitting the ground, he spread his wings with all his strength to cushion, and then stopped after hitting a pile of rubble.
The Lord Protector was big enough that he was like an old tree bent by the strong wind in the shock wave. He used his wings to protect his head and chest and barely managed to stabilize himself.
Silver Radiance Dragon God's crown lit up when the shock wave reached him, and a silver-white, translucent shield stretched out from around his body, blocking the shock wave.
And Voraksa was a little confused at this time.
His four dark red eyes were wide open, and the firelight was reflected in his pupils. His body was suspended in the air, and his wings maintained the open position when he released his breath just now, stiff and frozen.
No way... The outline of the golden figure just now remained in his consciousness - three heads, a huge body several times larger than him, and the aura that he could recognize even with his eyes closed...
No, how could it be possible... Such unlucky people - He finally gathered his strength for a long time and finally locked all those annoying black shadows... Then His Majesty appeared.
It fell from the crack in the sky and fell in front of his pillar of light.
I must have seen it wrong, haha... Voraksa Although I thought so, the dragon's face still became sad, and the four dark red eyes trembled slightly in their sockets.
A golden figure appeared in the sky from the firelight.
Three heads emerged from the smoke and dust of the explosion one after another. Their golden scales glowed dazzlingly under the moonlight, and there wasn't even a scratch on their bodies.
King Ghidorah and Voraksa reached the ground.
However, Voraksa fell down and is currently lying in the pit, with its body curled up, its wings folded at an impossible angle and pressed underneath it, its tail dragging outside the pit, and its tail tip twitching slightly in the mud.
The body was covered in dirt, and the black scales were stained with off-white powder and gravel. It looked like an ancient fossil that had just been dug out of the soil and had not had time to be cleaned.
King Ghidorah stood at the edge of the pit, with three heads lowered at the same time, and six golden vertical pupils staring at the black dragon still twitching slightly in the pit.
His breathing was steady without any change, as if he had made a decision, then turned his head and looked aside.
"Hey - what's that? Come here, let me ask you something."
Valerirus hurriedly climbed up from the rubble, stood up straight with his wings on the ground, shook the dust off his body, and then ran quickly in the direction of King Ghidorah.
His pace was so fast that Weitestan behind him almost couldn't keep up. His wings flapped from time to time to maintain balance as he walked.
He walked to King Ghidorah and stood still, lowering his head.
"Your Majesty." His voice was steady.
"Where is my palace?" King Ghidorah asked.
Valerirus was silent for a moment.
He moved his eyes away from King Ghidorah's face and slowly turned his head to look at the ruins that were once the capital of the Vagrian Empire and the residence where the red dragon had ruled for more than a thousand years. They were now buried under rubble and still smoking.
He looked at it for a moment, then turned his head back.
"... still there."
Valerirus said that ruins are also a form of "still there", but they have changed from "three-dimensional" to "flat", and from "inhabitable" to "need to be rebuilt".
King Ghidorah was silent.
His three heads turned to the ruins at the same time, staring at the ruins that were still smoking in the moonlight and no buildings could be seen.
md, hurry up, I would have told that guy to build a palace first and then solve it.
King Ghidorah thought silently in his heart. Now that guy is dead, not even a scum is left, where can he find someone to compensate him?
You can't go looking for that ball of light. That guy can't even speak easily now.
Valeria trotted over from a distance. The scars from Voraksa's slap could still be seen on its body. Dark purple blood seeped out from the wounds and flowed down along the lines of the wing membrane.
But it ran very fast, with its four legs moving alternately on the ground, its tail trailing behind it, and it shouted as it ran.
"My lord, my lord - I, I have completed my mission!" Valeria ran to King Ghidorah, his four eyes lit up at the same time, and his voice was filled with excitement of "I finally found the organization."
"Oh?" King Ghidorah turned his head, and all three heads looked at Valeria at the same time. He almost forgot that this guy was still looking for the palace.
Unexpectedly, it was actually found. Although the process was a bit tortuous, the result was good.
"By the way, can you still use that contract spell now?" King Ghidorah asked.
Valeria was stunned for a moment, then nodded. "Yes."
"Okay, bring that guy over here." King Ghidorah raised his chin towards Voraksa who was lying in the pit.
Endless Ocean deep.
There is no light, no sound, the water pressure is so strong that it can crush steel into thin sheets, and the temperature is so low that it is close to freezing point.
In this area that even the monsters of the abyss are unwilling to approach, in this area marked as "unknown" on all known maps of this continent, under the weight of hundreds of millions of tons of sea water, sleeps the oldest existence in the world.
Apekus Open your eyes.
Scarlet pupils lit up in the darkness, like two lamps being lit at the same time.
His pupils contracted rapidly in the darkness, not to adapt to the light - there was no light here - but to adapt to the sudden, huge, chaotic flow of information in his consciousness that made him instinctively want to close his eyes again.
What's going on? There are too many information nodes fed back to him by the world, and they flash through his consciousness one after another, so fast that his tentacles have no time to react.
Old World collapsed, Evil God woke up, black matter appeared all over the continent at the same time, those creations poured out from the ground, and the golden lightning covered the entire sky.
Is that guy awake now? Apekus has imagined many possibilities during his sleep in this era.
Maybe it will be after a few epochs, maybe after the demise of human Civilization, maybe after the planet enters the next great cleansing.
But there is no possibility in this era, in this era when mankind Civilization has just established its foothold and the legendary strong men can be counted on one hand.
But how long has this era passed?
Shouldn't it be a little later?
His tentacles slowly stretched out in the darkness, and those thick tentacles covered with faint blue fluorescence extended outward from the curled up state, creating small, almost invisible ripples in the deep sea.
His consciousness extended outward along the veins of the world, through the rock formations, through the sea water, through the still-vibrating spaces affected by the battle, and arrived at the land.
Was he solved by that guy? Apekus pieced together the answer from the fragments of information. Among the information fed back to him, Evil God's aura suddenly disappeared after reaching its peak.
It doesn't dissipate slowly, it's like a candle that is extinguished by a slap, with no transition from light to light.
That's okay, as long as he is happy.
Apekus took back his consciousness and huddled at the bottom of the abyss again.
The changing nodes fed back to him by the world flashed through his consciousness one after another.
Storms, behemoths, the change of the imperial throne, the awakening of Evil God, and the collapse of Old World. Two consecutive continent-scale disasters have changed many things.
Some cities were destroyed, some races were exterminated, and some ancient beings that had been sleeping in the darkness for unknown ages were awakened and then wiped out by more powerful beings.
Fortunately, it is still within the acceptable range.
But did those sealed ancient beings die too many?
If this progress continues, there will really be few strong people in this world.
Apekus mentally calculated the list of ancient beings who were still alive, and also calculated the spare ones that he had sealed in the abyss.
After all, these ancient existences are sometimes used as "insurance" for this world.
If someday something really big goes wrong, there has to be someone - something - who can take care of it.
"Huh?" Apekus suddenly received a "contract".
It is the kind of highest-level contract that needs to be reported to the world consciousness and is mandatory and binding. Once violated, it will directly trigger the backlash of the world consciousness.
He has already taken it once. He unfolded the contract rune suspended in the corner of the world's consciousness, and golden and black light flowed on the surface of the rune.
"The content of the contract is very simple - "King Ghidorah accepts Voraksa as his subordinate."
"Passed." Apekus's consciousness tapped lightly on the contract.
The golden rune flashed twice, and then turned into countless small, luminous fragments, dissipating into the depths of the world's consciousness.
As long as He doesn't cause any big trouble, He will be happy.
Apekus took back the consciousness rune and was about to curl up again and continue to recover from his injuries.
Then He sensed it.
A powerful aura is approaching here. It doesn't come from the sea, but from the deeper sea floor, from the farther abyss, from the cracks in the earth's crust that are ruled by magma and darkness that even Apekus doesn't often go to.
The breath moved so fast that the surrounding rock formations made a low, continuous roar as it passed by.
It is coming in the direction of Apekus and has already arrived.
"Why are you here? Dragon Ancestor." Apekus's voice echoed in the darkness.
A huge figure emerged from the depths of the abyss. It did not swim out of the sea, but came out of the darkness.
It has multiple heads, each with a different color—gold, silver, crimson, cyan, and jet black. Each head has a slender neck and a pair of curved, goat-like horns.
Their eyes are all the same color, dark gold, with vertical pupils, and the pupils reflect the tentacle ball of Apekus that is still glowing with blue light.
Its body is huge, bigger than any dragon Apekus has ever seen - except King Ghidorah.
Two pairs of huge wings were contracted on both sides of the body. The colors of the wing membranes corresponded to the color of its head, gold and silver, red and green, and jet black. The edges of the wing membranes were slightly fluorescent in the flowing seawater.
"Long time no see, Your Excellency Administrator." Dragon Ancestor's voice came from its mouth.
The sound was not coming from one head, but from all the heads at the same time. Each head was saying the same word, but with different tones. They were intertwined in the darkness, forming a strange harmony, like multiple voices singing at the same time.
"I'm here to report something to you."
"A powerful foreign object has descended on this world, in the west of the continent."