Valerirus looked at King Ghidorah and the two giant dragons flying away, feeling a little confused.
The huge golden figure streaked across the sky so fast that Valerirus's eyes could only capture a blurry golden light trail that was disappearing.
Behind them were two figures, those two giant dragons... Those things should be dragons, right?
"It's up to you to take care of it. I won't do it anymore." King Ghidorah's telepathy came down from the sky, as plain as if he was saying "The weather is good today, I'll leave first."
Then the golden light flashed, and the three-headed dragon flew away without even giving him a chance to stop and wait for him to ask "why". Now that King Ghidorah returned the throne to him, he should be happy, but he couldn't be happy.
What's all this?
Valerirus stood on the ruins, with his wings half-opened. His eyes moved away from the dissipating golden light trace in the sky and fell on the people around him.
Those people who had evacuated from Valerilus City were also looking at the sky, looking at the direction in which the golden trace of light disappeared.
Some people were crying, some were talking in low voices, some were holding their children and looking up, some were kneeling on the ground and praying, and some were already rummaging through the ruins for anything that could be used.
They are his people. He has ruled this country for more than a thousand years, lived on this land for more than a thousand years, and knows every river, every mountain, and every village here.
He knew every stone in this city, and the row of trees outside the city that he could no longer see were planted by him with his own hands.
Caesar His Majesty can tell him "It's up to you", but he can't say it to these people.
Valerirus looked away from the sky, took a deep breath, and swallowed back the blood-smelling breath that surged up from his chest.
"Selivis, Sangis--" Valerirus's voice came out of his throat.
The Protector flew over from the other side of the ruins and landed in front of him.
Sangis walked quickly out of the crowd. The hem of her robe was stained with dust and dark purple blood, and her hair was messy, but her pace was still steady. She walked to stand in front of Valerirus.
Valerirus glanced at her. In fact, there were many nobles nearby and they could take care of it, but he no longer wanted to pay attention to these bullshit.
Those old guys in Senate clamoring for Weitestan to test the new emperor, those clowns who pop up to point fingers after he abdicates, and those fools who can run faster than anyone else when disaster strikes.
He was not in the mood to argue with them. If they wanted to argue, they could argue. He couldn't hear them anyway.
Valerirus swallowed back that sigh.
"This major disaster should not only affect this area. In addition to Vagrian, other countries should also be affected a lot."
His eyes moved away from Sangis and fell on the people not far away wearing Victoria military uniforms who were looking blankly at the ruins of the city.
They are the envoys of Victoria. They were originally here to attend the coronation ceremony of the new emperor. The airship was crashed by the monster (the King of Warcraft) on the way here. They made an emergency landing in the wilderness and walked here.
There are also a few people wearing Karelia Empire official uniforms, Kingdom of Shengjunxi dresses, and Vostok Empire military uniforms.
They were crowded in the crowd, and like the civilians of Vagrian, their faces were covered with dust and their bodies were exhausted.
"This disaster cannot be solved by a single country." Valerirus's voice was a little lower.
His eyes withdrew from the messengers and fell on the still burning ruins.
"Perhaps, this is an opportunity for cooperation."
On the other side, Silver Radiance Dragon God saluted a ball of light.
The silver-white dragon was suspended in the low sky, and the crown suspended in front of his forehead was slowly rotating in the moonlight.
His head was slightly lowered, his wings were folded at his sides, and his tail was trailing behind him. His posture was respectful, like a general who had removed all his weapons in front of Monarch.
"My lord, how are you doing now?" Silver Radiance Dragon God's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.
The light ball was suspended in front of Silver Radiance Dragon God, and the texture on the surface lit up slightly.
"Then Evil God has completely dissipated. My body should also have fallen into this world, but I don't know the specific location. Please go and find it slowly."
The light ball's voice was very calm, but there was an imperceptible hint of fatigue underneath that calmness.
He needs to find his true form, reintegrate, and return to a complete state, and this process will be very long.
"Yes." Silver Radiance Dragon God lowered his head, stretched out a front paw, and gently held the golden ball of light in his palm.
His claws lit up slightly the moment they came into contact with the light ball. The silvery white light intertwined with the golden light, then merged, and then stabilized.
His wings slowly opened, and his body rose from the low altitude, ready to fly away.
"Wait!" A voice came from the ground. It was not high, but it was very clear.
"Light God--I want to ask you something!" the voice sounded again.
Silver Radiance Dragon God ignored it, and the frequency of flapping its wings did not change. He did not intend to pay attention to the cry of a mortal being. He had no time and no mood now.
The ball of light lit up in Silver Radiance Dragon God's palm, "Wait a minute." He said.
Silver Radiance Dragon God's wings paused.
He lowered his head and looked at the young man on the ground running towards this side.
"Fanwu. What's the matter?"
Nuoyaji ran over and stopped about ten steps away. He was panting heavily, bent over, with his hands on his knees. The cloth bag on his back tilted to one side while running, and he didn't care to hold it up.
He raised his head and looked at the golden ball of light in Silver Radiance Dragon God's palm.
He looked at the golden ball of light, at the name that had been sung countless times in myths and legends, worshiped by countless generations of humans, and engraved on the walls of countless temples.
God of Light--Leonsel. Defeated Evil God Weiergalun, the god who saved the world.
Right before his eyes, in the claws of a silver dragon, it was like a lamp that was about to run out of power.
"Everything, say."
The sound of the light ball came from the palm of Silver Radiance Dragon God. He looked at Nuoyaji, and the golden light was beating slightly.
He felt inexplicably familiar. He couldn't explain why, but when he looked at those eyes, he felt like he had seen them before somewhere.
It was earlier, when He was still complete, in that era when He had not yet fallen and was still guarding the earth in the sky. He had seen these eyes.
Although the face was different and the figure of the person was different, those eyes - He had seen them before.
King Ghidorah was flying rapidly in the air. His speed was so fast that the two black shadows behind him had a hard time following him.
Voraksa's wings are still a little crooked, and every time it flaps, you can hear the squeaking sound when the wing bones rub against the wing membrane.
His tail was still folded, and although it had been pulled back, the tail vertebrae had not fully healed, and it was trailing behind him during flight, like an unruly rudder.
Valeria's condition was even worse. The cut on its left wing membrane was still leaking blood, and the bruises on its body caused by Voraksa's slap had not yet healed. It was flying and staggering.
King Ghidorah looked back at those two things, but neither of you looked at them.
"Your Majesty... where are we going?" Voraksa's voice came up from behind, with a cautious tone of "I don't want to question you, I just want to know how long I can live."
King Ghidorah flew for a while and then suddenly stopped.
Instead of slowing down slowly, it was like stepping on the brakes in the air, the wings suddenly flapped forward, the body tilted forward under the action of inertia, and then stabilized.
Voraksa and Valeria braked hard.
Voraksa's wings made a short scream during the emergency stop, like rubber rubbing on a smooth ground. The tail flicked in the air and slapped Valeria in the face.
Valeria was whipped to one side, staggered in the air, and then stabilized.
"Your Majesty?" Valeria covered his face.
King Ghidorah Three heads suspended in the air turned to the same direction at the same time - to the west, far, far away.
His pupils narrowed slightly.
What's going on?
He just suddenly felt an inexplicably familiar aura that he had never seen before.
It's a deeper and more distant memory that even he himself doesn't know he has. What's the situation? How could he have anything familiar? He is Titan from an alien planet, not a creature native to this world.
He shouldn't feel familiar with anything in this world. But he felt strange, like he had seen it somewhere before...
King Ghidorah quickly turned around and flew in that direction.
His wings flapped violently, so fast that before the two black figures behind him had time to react, he was already flying far away.
Voraksa and Valeria looked at each other, then flapped their wings at the same time and tried their best to follow.
Western continent.
It is far away from Vagrian, so far away that even if you start from the capital of Vagrian and fly day and night on the fastest wyvern, it would take several days to get there. This place was once the junction of two continents, and geologists call it the "suture zone".
A long time ago, a violent plate collision occurred here, and two huge continents squeezed and stacked on this line, forming a series of towering mountains and bottomless canyons.
Then another continent sank, and before it sank to the bottom of the sea, its last remaining fragments were pushed toward this continent by ocean currents.
It hit this suture zone that had not been active for a long time. The impact was not strong, but it was enough to reactivate those volcanoes that had been dormant for countless years.
At this moment, somewhere, a small black spot appeared among the gray-white rubble.
It slowly crawled out from the gap in the rubble pile. It crawled very slowly, and it took several seconds to squirm forward for a short distance. Its body left a slender, black drag mark on the ground.
Damn it.
Evil God's consciousness was burning in that small black substance, weak but tenacious. He was thinking about what happened just now - the golden giant beast.
The ridiculously large body kept replaying in his consciousness. After the golden light flashed, he didn't even see clearly the way the dragon attacked.
How is that possible?
He is already close to Twelfth Tier, the pinnacle of existence in this world. Even in that world - a world that is wider and older than this world, he can be called an extremely powerful person.
But, how could there be someone who could kill him instantly? How is it possible?!
What is that thing? Where does it come from? Why do you want to help the humans of this world?
He couldn't understand.
Fortunately, because of his cautious nature, when Old World collapsed, he threw a piece of material on his body somewhere in the mainland in advance.
That was a back-up that He had arranged in advance in Old World, an escape creature that even He himself was not sure whether he could use, just in case.
He originally thought he had no use for it.
He carefully crawled out of the rubble and moved the small black mass forward slowly, inch by inch.
He needs to find a safe place, needs to regain his strength, and needs to slowly start over.
He still has time and opportunity, as well as those creations who don't know whether they survived the collapse of Old World.
First try to contact their consciousness and see if there are any survivors.
Wait--is the ground shaking?
Evil God's consciousness shrank suddenly. He already had a shadow on the shaking ground.
The last time the ground shook, his entire "Old World" collapsed. This time, his body was bounced up on the ground, then fell, bounced up again, and fell again.
Is the world against Him?
No, run, run!
Evil God didn't bother to contact the creature.
He mobilized all the remaining power in his consciousness... and the earth opened
Instead of slowly opening, a crack started directly below where he was, extending straight forward and backward in both directions. The speed was so fast that before Evil God's consciousness had time to react, the crack had already torn the pile of rubble in half from the middle.
Hot magma spurted out from the cracks, and the temperature was so high that the gravel was melted into liquid the moment it came into contact.
The black mass was wrapped in magma, rising from the ground and rolling in mid-air.
Not only this one, but all the volcanoes in this area erupted at the same moment.
Those volcanic craters that have been sleeping on the sea floor for thousands of years, those magma chambers that have accumulated pressure for centuries deep in the mountains, those active volcanoes that are slowly crawling in the cracks in the earth's crust and are considered "dormant" by geologists, were all activated by some kind of force at this moment.
It's not a natural phenomenon, it's something pushing them from deep underground, like a red-hot knife piercing out of the mantle, piercing the already fragile rock formations from the inside.
Magma spewed out from hundreds of vents at the same time, forming red pillars of fire that shot straight into the sky.
Those fire pillars met, merged, and spread in the night sky, covering the entire area in a red, surging firelight.
The shock wave spread outward from each eruption vent, stirring up circles of rapidly expanding gray-white smoke on the ground.
The smoke and fire intertwined, turning the area into a legendary hell.
The wreckage of Evil God is crawling hard.
He was struggling in that small black mass, trying to find a way out of the torrent of magma.
Although he has been weakened to the extreme, these alone cannot save his life.
He is Evil God, an ancient existence that existed before the age of gods.
Even if a volcano erupts, he can still hold on.
Then the volcano exploded, literally, like it was being detonated from within.
The craters that had been erupting just now exploded at the same time. It was not an eruption, but an explosion. The volcanic cone was split from the inside, and the upper half of the mountain was blown away. The lower half was still standing, but it had been broken into countless pieces.
A nearly 10,000-meter mushroom cloud rose from the center of the explosion. Gray-white, black, and smoke rolled and spread in the night sky, forming a huge mushroom cloud that looked like an upside-down mountain.
The shock wave spread from the bottom of the mushroom cloud to all directions, stirring up a ring-shaped, rapidly expanding gray-white smoke cloud on the ground composed of gravel and dust.
Wherever the smoke and dust cloud passed, trees were uprooted. Those beasts that had not had time to escape were sucked into the smoke and dust, and they did not even have time to scream.
Countless pieces of rubble flew out from the exploding crater, ranging from as big as houses to as small as human legs, dragging long, steaming smoke tails in the night sky.
One of the boulders rolled several times in the night sky, and then hit a group of black things that were struggling from the magma.
At the moment of actual death, Evil God was still in disbelief.
How is it possible?
He is Evil God, Weiergalun, the most ancient and primitive evil. He has experienced wars in the age of gods, and has survived for countless thousands of years under the seal of God King.
He came out alive from the collapse of Old World, from the blow of King Ghidorah, from the collapsing earth and the magma in the sky.
How could he die... under a stone? This was his last thought.
Countless amounts of magma and debris flew out from the exploding crater, drawing gray-white arcs in the night sky, and then fell, hitting the earth, the ocean, and the unrecognizable land that was covered by magma and still smoking.
Then, a giant claw stretched out from the exploding crater...