The voice of the man in white robes disappeared in the silence of the night.
He stood in front of Silver Radiance Dragon God, leaning forward slightly with a respectful but not excessive posture.
"We have learned some information and would like to inform you that Dragon Ancestor has left for the golden dragon 'Caesar'."
"Dragon Ancestor?!" Silver Radiance Dragon God's voice came down from above, with a shock that was rarely shown in front of others.
The crown suspended in front of his forehead stopped rotating, and the silvery white traces of light dissipated in the air.
Those dark golden vertical pupils stared intently at the man in white robes. His voice was squeezed out of his throat, low, with an emotion that was about to overflow.
"Everything-how do you know His name?"
The man in white robe did not retreat, his body swayed slightly under the overwhelming pressure that surged from Silver Radiance Dragon God.
"We are good at collecting all kinds of documents about ancient and immortal things."
"We recycle history."
The man in white robes moved his gaze away from Silver Radiance Dragon God and landed on the ball of light again. His voice was very calm, as calm as if he was reading a prepared manuscript.
"We would like to cooperate with you - Dear Light God and Dragon God."
The ball of light was silent for a moment.
The lines on its surface brightened slightly, then darkened, brightened again, and darkened again.
"Really?" The voice of the light ball came from the sphere.
"So - do you also know my true identity?"
The man in white robe did not answer immediately. He took out a small paper roll tied with a dark gold ribbon from his arms, held it in his hands and raised it high above his head.
"Here..."
King Ghidorah has returned to Rodan and where they are.
Dragon Ancestor is still lying in the pit, still smoking.
Dark golden blood seeped out from the cracks in the scales and formed a small steaming puddle at the bottom of the pit.
King Ghidorah glanced at it, folded its wings, and slowly descended from the sky.
His claws landed on the ground at the edge of the hole, pressing the loose gravel into the soil.
"Little Rodan, take him with you"
Rodan stood up from the side.
His claws dug on the ground, his body switched from crouching to standing, and then he suddenly flapped his wings and took off.
The speed was so fast that the gravel behind him was picked up by the air current, like a small tornado.
He drew an arc in the air and flew to the top of the pit. One of his two claws was clasped on Dragon Ancestor's chest, and the other was clasped at the base of Dragon Ancestor's tail - lifting him out of the pit like a prey caught in a trap.
Dragon Ancestor's body swayed in the air, and three of the seven heads swayed feebly as the body swayed.
He didn't struggle, and his heads were expressionless.
King Ghidorah flapped its wings and raised its body from the ground. Valeria followed him, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Your Majesty - where are we going? To the palace?"
"No." King Ghidorah's middle head tilted slightly, "Go find Old Va."
Valeria showed confusion in his eyes.
Who is Old Va?
He quickly searched through his core runes and went through the names of the beings engraved in the runes one by one.
No, he doesn't know the person named "Old Va".
Voraksa, who was following Rodan next to him, turned his head as he looked at his ancestor. He understood that the king was referring to the red dragon beast...
"Your Majesty, do we want to go back to Vagrian?" Voraksa asked.
King Ghidorah did not answer. His wings flapped faster, and his speed increased from cruising to sprinting.
Rodan followed behind him, his paws still holding Dragon Ancestor.
Voraksa and Valeria followed at the back, flapping their wings desperately, trying not to be thrown away.
Gerlen City.
Vagrian One of the most prosperous cities.
White city walls, red roofs, wide streets and numerous shops.
But it has also been greatly affected by the recent disaster sweeping the mainland.
Several large craters were created in the farmland outside the city by rubble falling from the sky. Several buildings in the city cracked due to the shaking, and several warehouses were ignited by flying sparks and burned for most of the night before being extinguished.
Fortunately, the disaster came and went quickly. From the black material pouring out of the ground to the collapse of Old World and the destruction of Evil God, the damage to Gerlen City was not too great overnight, at least it was stronger than that of the capital.
City Lord Hermann is busy packing documents in the conference room.
He classified, filed, and registered the documents that were piled up like a mountain one by one from all over the country.
His hands were quick, and the pages made a continuous rustling sound as they flew in his hands.
The secretary poked his head in from the door.
"Sir--Sangis is here."
The city lord's pen paused. "Please come quickly."
Sangis walked in from the door.
Her hair was tied back, with a few strands of hair falling from her temples and sticking to her cheeks. There was a faint layer of blue and black under her eyes.
"Sir, what did they... say?" Hermann's voice was a little cautious.
Sangis sat on a chair next to the conference table, put the pile of documents in his hand on the table, and rubbed his temples.
Just now, she had a meeting with the envoys from various countries who came with her. Valerirus asked her to talk on behalf of Vagrian.
The conference table was very long, filled with people wearing uniforms from different countries, with different accents, and with different purposes.
The messengers of Victoria are the most active. They were most affected by the storm. The coastal ports have not yet been fully restored, and the transportation lines on the sea are still operating with difficulty. If this disaster happens again, the overall losses will be very heavy.
Karelia's envoy revealed in his words that he was unable to make the decision and needed to report to His Majesty the Emperor.
Saint Junxi's messenger said a lot of high-sounding and beautiful words, but none of them were useful.
The messenger of Vostok said nothing, just sat there, looking at everyone present with his gray, expressionless eyes.
The meeting ended hastily.
Sangis can also understand. We have suffered two major disasters one after another, which is something that has not happened in thousands of years of human history.
The storm destroyed farmland and mines on half of the continent, and Evil God crawled out again, creating a "world" and smashing into the continent.
In any era, this would be enough to set a Civilization back decades.
Now that two disasters have struck one after another, the response speed and response capabilities of various countries have exceeded their limits.
You still have to figure it out yourself.
"Sir Sangis, these are the organized documents." Hermann picked up a neatly stacked parchment roll from the corner of the table and carefully placed it in front of Sangis.
Sangis picked up the top one, unfolded it, glanced at it, and put it back. "Okay, thank you for your hard work."
"No, no, it's all trivial." The city lord waved his hand quickly. "Then - the official will leave first. Go and report to Mr. Valerirus about the situation in the city."
Sangis nodded. The city owner walked out of the conference room and walked quickly along the corridor towards the main door.
There used to be where he was sitting, but now there was another person sitting there.
In the main entrance hall of the City Lord's Mansion, the large chair wrapped in dark red velvet was originally the City Lord's seat.
At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing a red robe was sitting there. His hair was red, a dull red.
His eyes are golden and the pupils are vertical. On his head are two horns that curve backwards, and the surface of the horns has fine lines like the growth rings of a tree.
Valerirus.
After all, the palace was gone, and his dragon body obviously couldn't walk into this human building, so he used the transformation technique that had not been used for a long time.
There were several people sitting on the chairs nearby.
Most of them are nobles from the capital.
Their expressions were not very good-some were livid, some were leaning back in their chairs with their eyes closed, and some were folding their hands on their knees and tapping their fingers lightly.
"Your Excellency - all the information has been sorted out, Mr. Sangis is processing the paperwork." The city lord stood at the door and bowed.
"Yeah." Valerirus nodded.
"There are suddenly so many people in the city, and everyone has experienced such a big disaster before, there may be some problems among the residents--"
"Don't panic, it's just a small matter." A nobleman wearing dark purple robes said next to him. His chin was raised slightly, with an arrogance in his tone that "this is no big deal."
"It's a small matter? Then you go handle it." The person next to him couldn't hold it back.
The person who spoke was the official responsible for Gerlen City civil affairs. There was a thick layer of black and blue under his eye sockets.
He stayed up all night, and so did his officials.
Residents evacuated from the capital need to be resettled and fed.
Those local residents who lost their houses in the disaster need to be appeased, their losses need to be registered, and they need to apply for subsidies. Those gangsters who took advantage of the chaos and looted need to be arrested and imprisoned.
He used to think that he was a capable person who could handle any matter that was entrusted to him.
But what happened last night made him understand his limitations.
"It's really a small matter." Another person said. He was wearing a dark gray robe, with a pale face, gray hair, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.
The chief speaker of Senate.
"The focus now is to see how willing other countries are to cooperate."
"What do we Vagrian have? We don't need their help at all." said the first noble to speak.
"Need." Valerirus's voice came from the chair.
The hall was quiet.
"Why... why?" The noble's voice became much softer.
Valerirus held his forehead, he had a headache recently.
"Vagrian suffered heavy losses, and the other countries are not much better. At this time, everyone should unite instead of watching separately."
Valerirus opened his eyes, and his golden vertical pupils swept across the faces of everyone present.
"After all, how could you think this was the last disaster? Why wouldn't there be a next one?"
There was silence in the hall for a moment.
Indeed, mainland China has been too evil recently.
First came the super storm, then the King of Warcraft, then Evil God came, and then the "world" collapsed.
One after another, even legendary strong men died in this catastrophe.
Marquis Darkblood--Vampires is an elder of the royal family, an ancient existence who has lived for countless years. It is said that Vampires has used secret techniques but could not find him. He is suspected to have died in this disaster.
"But - Vagrian is far away and has little interaction with other countries. But some countries have a lot of hatred for each other." A young voice floated out from the corner.
"Then I suggest that we all have a fight." A nobleman said in a calm tone.
"Let's call this war 'the war to end all wars', and when it's over there won't be any hatred."
"Are you mentally retarded? You're already so stupid and you're still fighting?" Someone couldn't hold it back.
"No - are you all stupid? Why do you care about other countries? As long as we Vagrian can cooperate."
Valerirus Listening to the quarrel below, I feel a little confused about the future of this country.
Let these guys govern Vagrian, and he won't be surprised if the country is dismantled one day.
He was about to speak when he suddenly froze.
There is a strong aura approaching.
Not just one, but several. One of them - Valerirus's pupils shrank.
He could recognize it even with his eyes closed.
Valerirus disappeared from the chair.
Others in the hall were stunned.
The quarrel stopped suddenly, and everyone's eyes were focused on the empty chair that still had a trace of body heat.
There was a sound of flapping wings coming from outside. It was very loud and heavy, as if something huge was falling from the sky.
The ground shook slightly.
Valerirus appears outside the building.
His body instantly switched from human to dragon form.
He stood up from the steps in front of the city lord's palace, his dark red wings spread out in the air, like two huge, burning sails.
He flew to a stop in mid-air, flapped his wings slightly, and maintained a hovering posture.
There is a golden figure approaching in the distant sky.
Behind him were several huge figures.
Valerirus lowered his head, his dark golden vertical pupils watching the golden figure getting closer and closer.
He adjusted his posture slightly in the air, folded his wings halfway, lowered his head, and drooped his tail.
"Greetings to you--Your Majesty Caesar."
The golden figure stopped in front of him.
Three heads looked down at him from three different angles at the same time, and his red, slightly bowed head was reflected in the six golden pupils.
King Ghidorah The middle head is slightly tilted.
"No--no. Now, you should call me King. Because I am King of the Monsters now."
Valerirus was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted.
"Your Majesty." Valerirus said.
King Ghidorah nodded with satisfaction.
"So... you seem to be in some trouble here?"
Valerirus suddenly had a bad feeling.