King Ghidorah stood in the open space outside the city lord's palace, with three heads slightly raised, and six golden vertical pupils looking down at the group of humans in front of them who were trying to stay calm.
His claws stepped on the stone floor, causing fine cracks in several stone slabs.
His tail trailed behind him, the tip of his tail lightly brushing the ground.
There were several people standing in front of them - Valerirus stood at the front, his body had switched from dragon form back to human form, wearing a dark red robe.
Behind him stood several nobles in charge, some looked pale, some had sweat on their foreheads, some lowered their heads and did not dare to look at King Ghidorah, and some secretly looked at the golden three-headed dragon from the corner of their eyes.
One of them looks familiar - oh, it's Sangis.
King Ghidorah's head in the middle tilted slightly. Sangis stood behind Valerirus.
Her complexion looked much better than a few days ago, but there was still a faint layer of blue and black under her eyes.
King Ghidorah I remembered that this guy was pretty good at doing things. From the preparations for the coronation ceremony to the daily management of the palace, from the reception of envoys from various countries to the evacuation and resettlement after the disaster, so many things were placed on her alone.
Valerirus didn't give her a promotion?
"Little Va ah--"
Valerirus's eyelids twitched.
Little Va. He had not been called that for a long, long time, so long that he was not even sure when he was last called that. Maybe it was when he was young and had not yet become the emperor, maybe when his mother was still alive. But he did not refute, because he knew that he was indeed "Little Va" in front of King Ghidorah.
"Yes. You said." Valerirus lowered his head.
"Now, you are the emperor of Vagrian. You know it." King Ghidorah's telepathy is very dull.
Valerirus was silent for a moment, Emperor.
He had been the emperor for more than a thousand years, abdicated a few days ago, and now he wants to return to the throne.
His dragon life was like a towel that had been twisted countless times. It got wet and dried, and he didn't know when it would dry out.
"Yes. Thank you--"
"Oh, what, I will give Sangis a promotion later. She is pretty good at work." King Ghidorah interrupted him.
Sangis was stunned for a moment from behind.
Caesar Your Majesty has abdicated? But who can still command the emperor after abdicating?
Does it make any difference whether you retreat or not?
She muttered in her heart, but she didn't say it out loud. She just bowed slightly and said "Thank you, Your Majesty" in the right tone.
King Ghidorah's idea is very simple - he is King of the Monsters, Valerirus is his younger brother, and Vagrian is his younger brother's country. So he is the "Great Emperor".
It's good to be able to manage the country without having to govern it.
Valerirus nodded slightly.
He moved his eyes away from King Ghidorah and couldn't help but glance at the multi-headed dragon behind him that was caught in the claws of the red beast.
The dragon's body glowed with a burnt black luster and was still smoking in the moonlight. Its seven heads were hanging down. It was unclear whether it was unconscious or pretending to be dead.
Dark golden blood seeped out from the cracks in the scales, dripping down drop by drop. Valerirus always felt that that dragon was very familiar.
That kind of breath, that kind of oppressive feeling that comes from the bones and is so ancient that people instinctively want to surrender.
He hasn't seen him at all, has he?
There is no such dragon in his memory, and there is no record of this dragon in any ancient book.
But his instinct told him that he knew this dragon.
"Ahem. Talk about something big." King Ghidorah's telepathy came from the front.
Valerirus looked back. "You said."
"What are you doing now?"
"Your Majesty - Vagrian is now establishing cooperation with other countries to share the disaster." Valerirus's voice was steady.
"Oh. It's pretty good. So--do me a favor."
"You said."
"Is there any magic that can travel across the world?"
Valerirus was silent for a moment.
Traveling across the world? What is that? His brain was working rapidly in those few seconds, turning over all the knowledge he had accumulated over the long years and all the information he had heard from ancient books and legends.
No, I have never seen magic that can travel across the world, I have never heard of existence that can travel across the world, and I have never read any records about "outside the world" in any ancient books.
Looking at Little Va's appearance, King Ghidorah also knows that this guy doesn't have it.
Tsk.
"Then can you call people from other countries over?" King Ghidorah changed the question.
"Well, Your Majesty, we are trying. But some of them are not very willing."
Valerirus's voice was filled with helplessness. The envoys from those countries were very polite at the meeting, but being polite does not mean cooperation.
They are willing to sit down and talk, willing to listen to Vagrian's conditions, and willing to provide assistance within their capabilities.
But asking them to cross half a continent and devote their limited manpower and material resources to the reconstruction of another country - they are unwilling.
King Ghidorah squinted his eyes, as if he remembered something interesting.
His three heads simultaneously turned to the smoking multi-headed dragon next to him that was held in Rodan's claws.
"Then - let me help you... send a message to all the countries you can contact."
"Yilisai The First World Strongest Championship?"
Karelia Empire's emperor Felipe VIII is sitting in his study, holding in his hand a document that has just been expedited by Winged Dragon.
The paper of the document is made of fine magic paper, with smooth texture and neatly cut edges. The cover is stamped with a dark red fire seal - the badge of the Vagrian Empire.
"What the hell?" Felipe VIII frowned and read the document again.
Yilisai The first world Strongest Championship.
The title was written in large gilded characters at the top of the letter paper. The font was so large that the emperor saw it at first glance when he unfolded the letter paper, and his brain went blank at that moment.
Kodaor stood beside the emperor, leaning slightly and scanning the document.
He also felt a little incredible - the organizer was Vagrian Empire, and the location was in the eastern plain of the former capital of the Vagrian Empire. The qualifications for the competition were the strongest warriors sent by each country, regardless of race, occupation, or age.
The rules of the competition are single-player battle, group drawing, and elimination system.
The first prize - Crystal of the Creator God and Vagrian Empire cooperation signing letter.
Second place prize - ancient dragon scales and amethyst blood crystal.
The third place prize - one million gold coins provided by the Vagrian Empire...
His brows wrinkled, not because he couldn't understand, but because he understood.
"What is this?"
The President of the Imperial Parliament next to him took the document from the emperor, glanced at it, and then handed it to Hadrian next to him.
Hadrian handed it to Tower Mage King Medici. Medici took the document and gently rubbed it on the parchment with his old fingers.
He has lived for so many years and has seen countless strange and strange things - magic devices in ancient ruins, long-lost spell scrolls, ancient creatures that don't even have names.
But he had never heard of "Crystal of the Creator God", "Ancient Dragon Scale" and "Amethyst Blood Crystal".
He put the paperwork on the table.
"I heard that this document was sent out one after another, and all countries in the mainland received similar ones."
The voice of Hadrian came from the side.
"Who is in charge Vagrian now? Is it the old red dragon or the golden dragon Caesar?" the emperor asked.
"I don't know. Due to the sudden disaster, our intelligence organizations abroad have been cut off."
The emperor leaned back in his chair and was silent for a moment. "Then, shall we send someone?"
Everyone looked at each other in shock. After living for so many years, this was the first time they had seen such a thing.
It is not that there were no exchanges between the countries on the mainland, including the exchange of envoys, trade with caravans, and academic exchanges between scholars.
But "Contest" and these words together make it sound like it was copied from an adventure novel, not like a formal document issued by a country.
Kodaor looked at the document. "Go, go." His voice was not high, but he was very sure.
"Father, we need to know who is in charge of Vagrian now, we need to know the strength and intentions of the golden dragon Caesar, and we need to know whether those beings who appeared in the disaster and defeated the Lord of Disaster are enemies or friends.
This game is the best opportunity."
The emperor glanced at Kodaor and was silent for a moment.
"Okay. Then - who do you want to send?" the emperor asked.
Kodaor was silent for a moment, and his eyes fell on Tower Mage King Medici who was sitting beside him.
"Medici-sama--Are you free?
Maybe... we can see different spells."
United Kingdom of Victoria, Royal Palace.
Augustus VII is sitting on the throne, holding in his hand the document sent urgently from Vagrian.
His hair was completely white, and the wrinkles on his face were as deep as knife carvings, but his eyes were still very bright, grey-blue, like two pebbles polished by time.
He has ruled Victoria for many years, experienced countless crises, and dealt with countless difficult affairs.
But this is the first time for this kind of "contest" to happen.
"Mortisen, what do you think?" He handed the document to Mortisen beside him.
Mortisen took the document and read it over.
He did not answer immediately, but put down the document and was silent for a moment.
"No matter what, this is an opportunity for us to cooperate with Vagrian." Mortisen's voice was neither high nor low.
"Yes. But - who should be sent? You can't be weak, but most of them have things to do now."
Augustus VII rubbed his temples.
Duke Iron Nexus has a high probability of winning first place, but he is still dealing with various domestic matters - the ports damaged in the storm, the farmland polluted by black matter, and the refugees who lost their homes in the disaster all need to be dealt with by him.
Mortisen was silent for a moment. "Reinhardt Go, let the adjutant handle his affairs first."
Augustus VII was silent for a moment and nodded. "Okay."
At the same time, Kingdom of Shengjunxi.
A silver meteor streaked across the sky above the palace, so fast that even the guards watching at night could only see a blur of light.
Pegasus took off from the palace square riding his war horse, his silver-white mane fluttering in the night wind.
His figure quickly disappeared into the clouds and flew towards the eastern skyline.
Vostok Empire, Icefield.
A black figure slowly walked out of the ice and snow. He was wearing a thick black cloak, and the edges of the cloak were covered with snow and ice.
His steps were not fast but steady, and each step left a deep footprint on the snow.
Walk towards the south.
On a certain fertile grassland on the mainland, a streak of blue flames streaked across the grassland like the wind.
The flame is blue, not hot or scorching.
It slid over the grass tips without igniting any grass.
Azure Flame Wind-Rending Cavalry, Zalan Khanate's strongest cavalry.
He was riding a war horse that was much taller than an ordinary horse. The four hooves of the war horse stepped on the grass, making a series of dull, rhythmic hoofbeats.
He wore no armor, only a dark cloak, which rustled in the wind.
King Ghidorah narrowed his eyes and looked at Valerirus.
"So - a cricket fight in another world."
"Don't you think this would be fun?"
Valerirus was silent.
He wasn't quite sure what "fighting crickets" meant, but King Ghidorah's expression told him that there was no need to ask...