King Ghidorah The three heads were slightly tilted at the same time, with six golden vertical pupils staring at the big octopus in front of them that was trying to shrink itself into a ball.
"Is there any way you can send me back to that world?" King Ghidorah's telepathy sounded.
Apekus was stunned for a moment, and his scarlet eyes blinked rapidly in his eye sockets.
"Huh? No, no--no, no."
His head shook like a rattle.
King Ghidorah looked at him and said nothing.
Apekus swallowed, and he could feel King Ghidorah's eyes falling on him from six directions of the three heads at the same time.
He had to say something, otherwise King Ghidorah might think He was perfunctory.
"Although, Yilisai has established a connection with different worlds..." Apekus's voice was intermittent, as if he was thinking at the same time.
"Wait a minute - what do you mean different worlds? Have you built a spaceship?"
King Ghidorah's telepathy interrupted him.
"No..." Apekus organized the language, "It's 'world consciousness'. Different world consciousnesses sense each other. About tens of thousands of years ago, Yilisai's world consciousness sensed the existence of other worlds.
Not one or two, but many - some close, some far away, some similar to Yilisai, and some completely different.
The Administrators of those worlds opened cross-World Teleportation formations through super-standard ceremonies to share world affairs with each other.
And we Administrator will pick a world for meetings every once in a while, and the last time was five thousand years ago."
Apekus paused here and took a secret look at King Ghidorah's expression.
King Ghidorah's expression - he had no expression, and all three heads maintained the kind of calmness that made Apekus's heart tremble.
"Later, some ordinary creatures in the world were also able to communicate through ritual transmission.
They do business between different worlds, exchange specialties, and exchange what they need. For example, the wyverns from Yilisai are sent to other worlds to serve as mounts, and the ores from other worlds are transported to Yilisai to be used as magic materials.
Then as time passed, many people had some new ideas. For example, summoning some powerful, not good beings to cholera other worlds.
During the Yilisai War of the Gods period, there were many gods sent from other worlds - they were not the original gods of Yilisai, but powerful beings who were summoned, people with ulterior motives, or exiles who could not survive in other worlds.
So after discussion among us Administrator, we finally decided to clean up all the teleportation rituals, leaving only those used by ourselves and those used by our subordinates Apostle."
"Oh, that's it." King Ghidorah's telepathy. As expected of the magical world, a "wormhole" was created directly.
N. B.
He silently praised the technological power of this world in his heart.
"So - you really don't know how I got here?" King Ghidorah asked again.
"I don't know. I can only speculate that there is something wrong with your world."
Apekus's voice was filled with uncertainty.
"I will contact a few friends in the next world and ask them to pay attention to whether there are powerful beings who have traveled through their world."
"Okay." King Ghidorah lowered his head and looked at Apekus's scarlet eyes that were still blinking.
"You pick up two cartons of milk and go run an errand."
Apekus showed confusion in his eyes.
Milk? Why bring milk? Apekus's brain was running at high speed at that moment, disassembling the word "milk" from different angles, trying to find out its hidden meaning.
Or is the "milk" in King Ghidorah's world referring to something precious?
King Ghidorah did not continue to dwell on this topic. He changed the question, "What happened to the dragon I met on the way here?"
Apekus's body stiffened slightly.
"Uh, that... name is Dragon Ancestor. I sent him over to check on the giant beast that appeared." Apekus's voice became smaller and smaller, and he became more and more guilty.
"He... he probably didn't offend you..."
No way, I obviously warned that guy before... Don't make trouble for yourself.
"No, it's nothing." King Ghidorah's telepathy. Apekus exhaled a long breath.
The trivial matter means that there is no fight, the person is still alive without the fight, and the person who is still alive means that there is still a chance to explain.
Thank God.
"Also, Rodan is my little brother, you remember his breath."
"Okay... I remember."
Apekus carved the name "Rodan" into his consciousness in his heart, put it together with "Voraksa" and "Valeria", and marked a line of small words below - "King Ghidorah's subordinates cannot be harmed."
King Ghidorah's three heads were slightly raised at the same time, with six golden vertical pupils looking at the distant skyline.
Everything that needs to be asked has been asked, everything that needs to be said has been said, but the things that need to be resolved have not yet been resolved.
Why did Rodan come? What happened to that world? Will there be more Titan coming through?
Apekus cannot answer these questions.
He needs to go to that world to find the answer by himself... Finally, he has something practical to do.
"Then, I'll take you back." King Ghidorah's telepathy.
"No, no--"Apekus hasn't finished speaking yet.
King Ghidorah's wings flapped violently, and its body was pulled up from the ground.
The moment his feet left the ground, he kicked forward at the same time.
At the same time, it hit the side of Apekus's still swaying sea dragon's head.
The huge body of Apekus, like a kicked ball under the feet of King Ghidorah, bounced off the beach, drew a parabola in the air, and fell into the sea in the distance.
Huge water splashed up from the sea, hundreds of meters high, chilling the deep-sea creatures that were still struggling on the beach.
Somewhere far away, in a corner.
Several people were squatting there, holding magic tools for observation in their hands, and wearing dark clothes that were suitable for outdoor activities.
They squatted under the crown of a crooked-neck tree, huddled together, with only half of their heads and half of their eyes exposed, looking toward the beach through the gaps in the leaves.
"Have you recorded everything?" the leader asked in a low voice.
"I took note of it," the person next to me replied.
His fingers pressed on the side of the prop, and the crystal on the top of the prop was glowing slightly.
"It's just that the distance is a bit far, the sky is still cloudy, and the picture is very blurry."
"It doesn't matter, it's not us watching anyway."
The leader withdrew his eyes from the props and returned to the direction of the beach.
They are members of an organization that specializes in investigating situations across the mainland. They are responsible for collecting information that "should not be known by ordinary people" and selling it to people who need this information.
Their customers are all over the mainland, from royal families to nobles, from leaders of chambers of commerce to military commanders. Different customers need different information.
"Boss - by the way, even if the price of this information increased ten to twenty times, they would still buy it, right?" the person next to him asked in a low voice.
This time it was the guys in white who entrusted them... It is said that they have mobilized all the capable intelligence organizations that can be found in the mainland... They probably have strong financial resources.
The leader was silent for a moment and said, "Let's go back first."
He stood up, put the props in his arms, and straightened his clothes. Then he turned around and saw a woman standing behind them.
Standing right behind them, it was like she had been there from the beginning, but none of them noticed.
Her long hair was fluttering in the sea breeze, and her black hair was flying around her face.
Her eyes were dark gray and very calm, so calm that it sent chills down the leader's back.
What's going on? No one noticed the other party.
The leader cursed secretly in his mind.
Their organization is no ordinary person. Each one has undergone rigorous training and is proficient in the ability to sneak, track, counter-track, and remain alert in any environment.
If you are touched behind your back without realizing it, your salary will be deducted in their organization.
"Alert!" the leader shouted in a low voice, already pulling out the short knife from his waist.
The people behind him also reacted.
"Who?!" the leader's voice shouted from his throat.
The woman opposite smiled softly. She stretched out a pale, slender hand towards them.
"Can you guys - can you keep that thing?"
Leisaina's voice is gentle and smiling.
Silver Radiance Dragon God flew very low, almost touching the treetops.
The crown suspended in front of His forehead was slowly rotating, leaving a circle of pale golden light in the air with each rotation.
He has already flown Nuoyaji them over several mountains and rivers.
Those craters made when they fell from the sky, those fragments of the continent that were blown away when Old World collapsed, and those lands that turned into gray-white powder under the erosion of black matter.
He saw it, then flew over them and continued on.
Light God has arrived at the place he mentioned, and Silver Radiance Dragon God stopped above a ruin covered by black vines.
Looking down from the sky, this ruin was once a city.
But now it is just a gray-white ruin entangled with black vines, like a pile of randomly stacked bones.
The creation left behind by Evil God.
This is what Light God said. Before the collapse of Old World, this was a stronghold of Evil God. Some of the creatures who were born from the black matter, were not recalled to Old World, and survived after the collapse of Old World, gathered here.
Their numbers are small and their strength is not strong, but if they are not cleaned up, they will slowly multiply, spread, and reoccupy the land.
Silver Radiance Dragon God took care of those creations. To be precise, it was Silver Radiance Dragon God who did it while they were watching a show.
Nuoyaji sat on Silver Radiance Dragon God's back, looking down at the ruins below that had been burned to ashes by Silver Radiance Dragon God's breath.
Those black creations curled up like pieces of paper in the silvery white light, burned, and turned into ashes.
From start to finish, it only took a short time.
No way.
Nuoyaji himself is a rookie. Although he worked at Tower Mage Corps in his previous life, he was a consultant at that time and his main job was to organize information and write reports.
Although he later learned a lot of spells and managed to keep up with the ranks of the strong, now he didn't have enough magic power and couldn't use the spells he was once familiar with.
Yifula To those creatures, there is no difference between him and him.
Chaluoke is a truly legendary powerhouse. He once defeated Southern Continent, the strongest magician, by one person, and ranks high on the list of powerhouses in all the countries in the mainland.
But for the truly ancient existence of this world, he is not even a mere soldier.
Thinking about it this way, in the previous life, many countries worked together to last for so long in front of those monsters and monsters. They are really strong.
Those countries have no Caesar emperor, no Voraksa, and no Silver Radiance Dragon God.
They only have themselves, the knowledge and experience they have accumulated in the long history, exchanged with blood and lives, and the courage they have honed on the battlefield, regardless of life and death, and can still hold onto their weapons in desperate situations.
If there were still people who could witness those events and survive, I don't know how many heroic epics would be handed down that could be praised and praised.
Nuoyaji sighed.
Now the biggest threat has been addressed.
The Evil God who once destroyed countries, cleansed the continent, and killed gods in another timeline was killed by Emperor Caesar with one blow.
His world collapsed and creation was destroyed.
Nuoyaji is a little confused.
The most dangerous boss is gone, so what are you going to do? Deal with the minor bosses?
There are also those demons sleeping everywhere, those ancient beings stirring in the abyss, those immortal things waiting for opportunities in the darkness...
Their threat level is not as high as Evil God, but they are numerous and widely distributed, and they can't be killed all.
Nuoyaji turned to look at the floating golden ball of light next to him.
Why don't you talk to Light God...
"Huh?" Nuoyaji frowned. His eyes moved away from the light ball and fell into the dense forest below.
"What's wrong?" Chaluoke came over.
Nuoyaji didn't answer. His eyes swept from one end of the dense forest to the other, from the tree crowns to the bushes, from the intersection of light and shadow to the corners where even the moonlight could not shine.
He saw nothing, but he knew someone was there, more than one.
"So--can you come out?"
The sound of Nuoyaji is not loud, but it travels far in the woods at Quiet Point.
The forest was silent for a moment.
Then, several figures in white robes walked out from the shadow of the tree trunks.
They walked slowly but steadily, each step following the same rhythm, like a team that had been rehearsing for a long time and was being inspected.
Their white robes glowed like pearls in the moonlight, and their hoods were pulled down low, covering most of their faces.
The leading man in white robe stopped in an open space not far from Silver Radiance Dragon God and bowed slightly.
"We don't mean any harm." The voice of the man in white robes sounded.
"Salute to you, the great and merciful God of Light and Silver Radiance Dragon God."
The man in white robe straightened up, moved his eyes away from the light ball and Silver Radiance Dragon God, and landed on Nuoyaji.
"We are--Silence Society."