Nuoyaji is sitting in the office, with a pile of paperwork on the table in front of him.
Disaster relief material distribution tables, refugee resettlement statistics, and reception schedules for envoys from various countries. He never thought that he would one day deal with these things.
His pen moved across the paper, writing numbers one by one and signing lines of names.
He didn't know what the things he signed meant, but Sangis asked him to sign, so he signed.
Although he couldn't understand the situation - why was he sitting in the office of the Vagrian Temporary Administrative Center?
Why would he help Sangis handle paperwork?
Why is the Evil God who once destroyed the continent dead, and he is filling out the form here...
Now that things have come to this, he might as well get to work first.
Nuoyaji glanced at the person next to him.
Sangis, a close minister of the emperor and the newly appointed consul, is currently sorting out the accumulated documents.
Her fingers moved quickly across the paper, classifying, labeling, and filing documents one after another. Her movements were fast and precise, like a precision machine.
Nuoyaji can see that the other party's eyelids are a little dark.
By the way, Sixth Tier, will strong people get dark circles under their eyes?
Nuoyaji thinks that the tower mages can study this topic - the relationship between the physiological limits of high-level professionals and sleep deprivation, and maybe publish a paper.
In the distance outside the window, golden light flashed.
Nuoyaji put down the pen and walked to the window.
In the central square, the buildings destroyed in the disaster have been cleared, the rubble and rubble have been hauled away, and their foundations have been bulldozed.
Light God is suspended above the square, with long golden hair fluttering in the wind, and white-gold robes like a burning flag in the afternoon sun.
She raised her hand slightly, and the ground began to rise.
As if someone pushed it from below, the entire ground bulged up from the flat ground, forming a huge, round platform with slightly raised edges.
The surface of the platform is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting dazzling white light in the sun.
Her hand moved again. The stone pillars, arches, stands, and stairs rising from the ground grew from scratch, from small to large.
It "grows" directly from the ground, like a plant stem jointing from the soil, like a crystal crystallizing from a mineral vein.
The speed was so fast that Nuoyaji's eyes only caught blurry traces of light.
Soon, a giant Colosseum covering an area of more than three square kilometers stood in the center of Valerilus City.
The outer wall is made of white stone, and the surface is engraved with fine runes that glow with a light golden light. The stands are divided into several levels, from low to high, from near to far.
The track is circular and has a large diameter. It is so big that Nuoyaji needs to squint to see the other side of the track when standing in front of the window of the administrative center.
The surface of the track is covered with a silver-white, translucent, and slightly luminous substance. Nuoyaji doesn't know what it is, but it looks very solid.
Several huge cuboids also appeared in the sky, which were condensed directly from the air.
Each one is as big as a house, suspended in different positions above the Colosseum, with smooth surfaces and sharp edges, like giant gems that have been carefully polished.
Then the surface of the cuboid began to glow - the picture. The real-time pictures in the Colosseum were projected on those cuboids from different angles, different heights, and different focal lengths at the same time.
King Ghidorah stood in the center of the Colosseum, three heads raised at the same time, and his eyes scanned the cuboids suspended in the air.
Well, not bad.
The picture is clear, the angle is right, and the light is sufficient. It should be enough for those sitting in the stands to see the game clearly.
Magic is really useful.
Outside the city gate, two giant dragons lay there.
Voraksa was lying on the left side, with four dark red eyes half-open and half-closed, chewing a few pieces of grass from nowhere.
The grass is green, tender, and juicy, but it doesn't taste very good.
He chewed it twice, swallowed it, and stuffed another handful into his mouth.
He is already thinking about a very profound question - he is dignified Dragon of Destruction, Lord of the Old World, Silencer of the Gods,
Why is it mixed like this?
In the age of gods, his appearance meant death and destruction, and his name was enough to make the gods change their colors.
Now he works as a guard at the city gate, lying on the ground and eating grass.
Can't there be something big to do?
Voraksa was chewing grass and turned his head to look to the side.
He looked at Valeria lying on the right side of the city gate. The guy curled up even more completely, shrinking himself into a ball covered with crystal stones. Only his tail was exposed, and the tip of his tail shone slightly in the sun.
At least he has a colleague.
He then looked at the seven-headed Dragon Ancestor lying further away from the city gate, lying like a mountain in the open space.
Well, even the ancestor is here, so he has nothing to complain about.
Voraksa gathered another handful of grass and stuffed it into his mouth.
Silver Radiance Dragon God stood carefully next to Dragon Ancestor.
The silver-white scales glowed softly in the afternoon sunlight, and the crown suspended in front of his forehead stopped rotating and floated there quietly, like a waiter holding his breath.
He lowered his head and looked at the ground.
This is the second time He has seen Dragon Ancestor. The first time was thousands of years ago, not long after He became Dragon God, and his power was not yet stable.
Under the guidance of God of Light, He went to the edge of World Abyss to meet that existence. That was the most unforgettable day in His life - no, His divine life.
From the huge figure emerging from the abyss, he felt what was truly "ancient".
Not thousands of years, not tens of thousands of years, but the kind of unshakable weight that has existed since the beginning of the world, has witnessed the rise and fall of Civilization countless times, and experienced countless catastrophes of heaven and earth.
Now, that being lies here.
The scales still bear traces of being scorched by golden lightning, and dark golden blood is still seeping out slowly from the cracks. His aura is very weak, much weaker than the figure in Silver Radiance Dragon God's memory.
But Silver Radiance Dragon God didn't dare to move.
I dare not ask "What's wrong with you?" or "Did you get beaten?"
He just stood, head bowed, holding his breath.
He always felt that something was wrong.
Five of Dragon Ancestor's seven heads are hanging down, with their eyes half-open and half-closed. Two of them are closed, whether they are asleep or resting.
In the distant sky, a silver meteor streaked across.
Pegasus.
He started from Saint Junxi and flew all the way east, flying over the plains, over the mountains, and over the villages and towns that were destroyed by storms and black tides.
Those on the ground were so fast that they only saw a silvery-white light streak streaking through the clouds. Before they could even raise their heads, the light streak had already disappeared at the end of the skyline.
Behind him trailed a long, silvery white trail of light that was still slowly dissipating.
Pegasus swooped down from high in the sky.
His horse stamped its hoofs in the air, switching its body from a dive state to a gliding state, and there was almost no sound when its four hooves landed on the ground.
The silver-white mane fluttered in the wind, the spear shone coldly in the sun, and there wasn't even a speck of dust on the silver-white armor.