A giant claw protrudes from the exploding crater.
The claws were so big that they could hold an entire carriage in the palm of their hand, and they were so big that when they extended from the edge of the crater, they crushed the burning rocks into powder.
Its color is dark gray, like the color of scales that have cooled down after being repeatedly burned by magma.
The surface of the claws is covered with rough scales that look like they have been weathered for countless years. The edges of the scales are raised, and red, blood-like magma flows in the gaps.
Magma dripped from the gaps in the scales, falling on the still burning rocks at the edge of the crater, splashing tiny sparks.
A large piece of the edge of the crater collapsed under the force, rubble rolled down the hillside, and two pairs of huge, bat-like wings spread out from the crater.
The moment the wing membrane opened, it made a tight, muffled sound like a canvas being inflated by strong winds. The size of the wings was much larger than its body, and the wing membrane was brown, like semi-solidified lava.
The wing bones are thick and the joints are protruding. Every time it flaps, you can hear the low, clicking sound when the bones and muscles rub together.
A huge, pteranodon-like head poked out of the crater.
Its head is very long, and the length from the tip of the mouth to the back of the head accounts for several percent of the entire body. The mouth is very long, and when the upper and lower jaws bite together, you can see two rows of sharp, inwardly curved teeth.
There is a crown extending backward on the head. The crown is not big, but the curvature is very graceful. It casts a slender, sickle-like shadow in the firelight.
Its eyes are golden red with round pupils, like those of a large raptor. Its eyes are sharp and in the dark it can clearly see the pupils of a rabbit running several kilometers away.
Its body crawled out of the crater.
Magma surged from the edge of the pit and covered its ankles.
Its body straightened up from a standing position, its wings were half-opened on both sides of the body, maintaining balance. Its head was slightly lowered, and its red eyes swept across this unfamiliar land shrouded in firelight and smoke.
Magma was flowing around its feet. It looked at the dazzling, blood-like red light and was silent for a moment.
Then it raised its head, opened its mouth, and let out a sharp cry, like an eagle's roar or a dragon's roar.
Balrog, Rodan.
Rodan stood on the still burning land, his red eyes scanning the surrounding environment.
The lands he has never seen are not the places he is familiar with, nor the continents he has flown over, nor the volcanoes he has slept on.
Which interstitial space is it?
Rodan reminds me of those small worlds located between the center of the earth and the surface world. Those places are usually small in size, dimly lit, and populated by some Titan.
No, the space between them would not be that big. Rodan looked up at the sky.
The sky is so big that from one end of the horizon to the other, there is no boundary and no end. There will be no sky like this in the interstitial space.
So, where is this place? Rodan tried hard to recall what happened before.
Rodan tried hard to recall what happened before.
I started thinking about it when he was whipped away by Godzilla's tail.
In the battle of kings that day, in the human settlement (Boston), King Ghidorah had already gained the upper hand. His Gravity Beams suppressed Godzilla to the ground. Mothra was shot down by his Gravity Beams. Rodan thought they were going to win.
Then King Ghidorah suddenly disappeared. It wasn't that it was knocked away or repelled, it just disappeared suddenly.
Rodan and Mothra who were fighting were stunned for a moment. He was fighting with Mothra at the time, and his claws tore a gash in Mothra's wing.
Then King Ghidorah is gone, the opponent is gone, should he fight or not?
Rodan hovered in the air for about two seconds. During these two seconds, his brain was running rapidly - the king was gone and the battle was not over yet. If he ran away, he would be blamed by the king in the future. If he continued to fight, he might not be able to defeat Godzilla...
In the end, he decided to serve the king, even though the "king" was no longer there.
He turned around and rushed towards Godzilla, who was then pushed to the ground by Godzilla.
He really tried his best, but Godzilla just wouldn't move.
Then Godzilla whipped him away with his tail.
Later, he and other monsters admitted that Godzilla was King of the Monsters, and Godzilla ordered him to find a volcano to sleep on.
He found one, sank into the magma and closed his eyes. He didn't know how long he slept.
Then, he felt something was wrong with the environment today - the temperature had changed, the air pressure had changed, and even the color of the magma he was soaking in had changed.
He woke up from his deep sleep, climbed out of the crater, and found himself in such a ghostly place.
What should I do? Rodan is a little confused.
There is no Titan to teach him how to deal with it now. He has no friends here, not even anyone to talk to.
There are quite a few creatures that are much smaller than him, but their consciousness is so small that his perception is too small to even bother to catch them. Go out and take a look - Rodan spreads its wide wings.
A wingspan of 265 meters wide spread out in the night sky. The wing membrane was brown and translucent. Firelight filtered through from the other side of the wing membrane, reflecting his wings into a dark red burning sail.
The wing bones are thick and the joints are protruding. Every time it is stretched, you can hear the low, clicking sound of the friction between the bones.
When he stood up, the sand and gravel behind him were also carried away by the strong wind pressure.
It was not blown by the wind, but the airflow generated when his wings flapped, which lifted up the gravel and dust from the ground. The gravel flew and collided behind him, and was then swept higher into the sky by the stronger airflow and disappeared into the night sky.
The dust formed a gray-white, spreading smoke cloud behind him. The smoke cloud slowly dissipated long after he flew by.
As he flew through the sky, the already hell-like environment once again faced disaster. When Rodan, flying at Mach 3, took off, the powerful wind pressure it brought exceeded all natural storm disasters.
The air was torn in front of him, emitting a continuous, sharp sonic boom.
Sonic Boom caught up with him from behind, was left behind, and then caught up with him from further away.
Wind pressure spreads in the air, from near to far, from strong to weak, from strong enough to uproot trees to strong enough to overturn houses, and then continues to spread and weaken until it becomes a strong wind that makes people unsteady.
The pressure that could destroy the city spread across the earth, and countless pieces of rubble were lifted up from the ground and flew into the sky.
Fortunately there are no cities here, the narrator said.
Rodan continued to fly and accelerate. The air flowed under his wings, supporting his body of nearly 40,000 tons, traveling through the night sky at a speed that broke the sound barrier.
He did a roll in the air, not out of necessity, but out of joy, the joy of waking up from a long slumber and flying to your heart's content.
This feeling was so good that it made him temporarily forget those troublesome things and forget that he was in a strange place.
He is the monarch who rules the sky, the king of the sky!
Rodan squinted his eyes in contentment, it would be nice to have some snacks at this time.
He remembered that before the War of Kings, he was cruising over the water of the submerged human settlement (Washington), and saw the ships sailing on the sea. Sometimes they would swoop down and break the chimneys on the ships, not for attack, but for fun.
The little creatures on the ship were running around screaming, their ship was belching black smoke, and their chimney was turning into a twisted pile of scrap metal before his eyes.
Godzilla didn't like what he did, saying that he disrupted the order of the human world.
Rodan doesn't know what order is, only fun.
But he still obeyed Godzilla's order and slept in the volcano...
Huh? Something is flying in front of you.
Rodan's golden-red eyes narrowed slightly, and the pupils turned half a circle in the eye sockets, locking in one direction.
Something was approaching him in that direction, and it was so fast that its position had already changed the moment Rodan's perception caught it.
It seems a little familiar, which Titan is it? Rodan's brain started to work, pulling out the information about the Titans he knew from the depths of his memory.
Rodan accelerated and flew in that direction again. There was a storm in that direction. It was not a natural storm, but a cloud group condensed by some kind of force. The color was darker and denser than the surrounding clouds, and it was still rolling and expanding.
Golden lightning flashed through the clouds, not just one or two, but hundreds or even thousands, densely covering the entire storm area in a dazzling golden light that made it blinding.
Rodan's pupils suddenly contracted. Isn't it?
That golden light - that lightning - that oppressive feeling that shrouded the entire sky in a storm.
In his memory, there was only one being with this kind of power, the one who set off an unprecedented super storm in the sky.
The golden beast shrouded the entire city in darkness and fear. From the first moment he saw it, he knew that he would never be able to defeat it.
Rodan's speed slowed down, and the frequency of his wings flapping also slowed down. He no longer enjoyed it, but hesitated.
He stared closely at the storm in front of him, as the golden lightning flashed through the clouds, illuminating his pupils with every flash.
Every time the light was illuminated, he was thinking about a question - if he turned around and ran away, would it still be too late?
Then a huge beast flew out of the storm.
A black thing, much smaller than Rodan, probably only as big as a wing of Rodan.
Its body is black, its four eyes are dark red, and its head has twisted, horn-like horns. It has injuries on its body, one wing is a little crooked, its tail is not straight, and its flying posture seems unstable.
Its aura is not weak, but in Rodan's perception, it is far from the level of King Ghidorah...
It turns out to be a rookie.
Rodan breathed a sigh of relief, and then his mood changed from "No way" to "I'm scared to death." It wasn't King Ghidorah, it was just a little thing, not big, and it looked injured.
Rodan felt that his luck had returned. He woke up from a long sleep and entered a strange world, but he did not encounter anything that could threaten him.
The little novice in front of him was the first living creature he had encountered in this world. He could use it to practice his skills and test the level of combat power in this world.
Rodan accelerated directly and hit him.
His speed soared from Hiss to supersonic speed in that instant, and the air was torn in front of him, creating a sharp sonic boom.
His head was lowered slightly, the longest bone spur on his head was pointed forward, his claws were gathered at both sides of his body, and his wings were narrowed back to reduce air resistance.
His posture was like an arrow being shot, like a bomb being dropped.
The black guy opposite seemed to realize something was wrong.
The four dark red eyes suddenly widened in the darkness, the pupils shrank, and the wings flapped desperately, trying to escape backward.
Its speed increased a lot at that moment, but not enough.
Humph, can you fly over me?
The corners of Rodan's mouth rose slightly. He was the king of the sky, a being who could make sharp turns and rolls while flying at super high speeds. He was a being who fought with King Ghidorah in the air for several rounds before being shot down.
This little rookie didn't even have the qualifications to escape in front of him.
Rodan flew confidently into the storm.
Golden lightning shuttled through the clouds, illuminating his body with each flash, reflecting the brown scales and translucent wing membranes into a strange golden red.
Those lightning bolts slid across his scales without hurting him. It was a fatal environment for ordinary creatures and was not worth mentioning to him.
His body can withstand the high temperatures of magma and can travel freely through radiation-contaminated areas. Thunder and lightning are just an itch for him.
He continued to accelerate in the storm, chasing the black figure who was desperately escaping.
Those lightnings that shuttled around him, those golden lights that illuminated the entire sky, those thick clouds that surged in the center of the storm, as if there was something crawling inside - he was not afraid, he only had one goal.
Found it! Rodan locked on the black figure in front of him who was flapping his wings desperately, roared, and accelerated.
Lightning flashed from time to time.
Every flash of lightning would clearly outline the outline of the black figure in the darkness.
When it first flashed, it was only as big as a wing.
When it flashed for the second time, it seemed a little bigger, but Rodan didn't notice.
When it flashed for the third time, Rodan's pupils shrank slightly.
Wait, was that guy that big just now?