King Ghidorah is suspended in the sky above Valerilus City, with three heads looking down at the slowly squirming crowd below from three different angles.
The queue at the city gate stretched from the city gate to the official road outside the city, winding like a slowly crawling snake.
King Ghidorah counted.
"Didn't you say there were more than 20 people? There must be more than 200 people."
Valerirus stood next to King Ghidorah, his body was in the form of a dragon, his dark red wings were folded on both sides of his body, and his head was slightly lowered.
He was also looking at the crowd below, but his expression was much more complicated than King Ghidorah.
"Dear King, most of them came here without being invited." Some people want to see the fun, some want to meet the powerful people from other countries, and some just want to travel.
"There are also envoys from some small countries. They cannot send out contestants, but they do send people to observe and learn from each other."
King Ghidorah The middle head is slightly tilted.
"It's okay, it's okay, there are so many people, it's so lively."
There was a hint of satisfaction in King Ghidorah's telepathy, and his three heads nodded slightly at the same time.
Light God stood not far behind King Ghidorah, with long golden hair fluttering in the wind.
Her pale golden vertical pupils looked at the people queuing up to register below, at the confused, excited, and nervous expressions on their faces, and at those people who didn't know what they were about to face, and who were happily discussing "how to spend the prizes after they get them."
She sighed in her heart.
These unlucky guys will soon understand what kind of competition they are participating in.
City gate.
The queue was like an elongated noodle, stretching from the opening of the city gate to the end of the official road.
Nuoyaji was sitting behind a wooden table at the city gate, with a thick registration book spread out in front of him and a quill in his hand.
His handwriting has been getting scrawlier since this morning, from being neat at first to flying and flying now.
"Name." Nuoyaji didn't even raise his head.
"Blade of Evil Shadow."
Nuoyaji's pen paused.
"I said my name, my real name."
There was silence for a moment. "...Jack."
Nuoyaji dipped the quill in the ink bottle, lowered his head and wrote "Jack" on the register.
"Nationality."
"Karelia."
Nuoyaji wrote "Karelia", then turned the register over and handed the quill to Jack.
"Sign." Jack took the pen and wrote his name crookedly on the register.
Then he put down his pen, turned around and walked into the city gate.
"Next one."
Nuoyaji turned the register back and looked at the next person standing at the table.
He was wearing a dark kimono made of fine fabric, with two swords hanging on his waist, one long and one short.
He wore wooden clogs on his feet and a bamboo hat on his head. The edge of the bamboo hat was pressed very low, covering most of his face.
"Name."
"Kamiizumi Nobutsuna."
Nuoyaji's pen paused.
He raised his head and glanced at the two knives on the man's waist.
"From the islands?"
That archipelago is to the east of the mainland, separated by a very wide sea. The people on the island form a system of their own, with their own language, writing and culture.
They rarely communicate with the mainland. Occasionally, merchant ships dock, bringing some specialties from the islands, as well as some stories with thick accents that mainlanders cannot understand.
Kamiizumi Nobutsuna lifted the bamboo hat a little, revealing the angular face and a pair of dark brown eyes as calm as water.
"Hmm."
Nuoyaji wrote "Kamiizumi Nobutsuna" and "archipelago" in the register.
He handed over the pen, Kamiizumi Nobutsuna signed his name on the register, then turned and walked into the city gate.
Young man Tuoke has arrived.
He was wearing a dark gray short coat, his hair was neatly combed, and he had a calm smile on his face that said, "I'm just here to join in the fun."
Behind him were two people wearing the same uniform.
Their expressions were calm, but their eyes were constantly moving, taking in all the information from the city gate to the city.
Silence Society was sent to participate in the competition and collect information.
Tuoke mentally dismantled their tasks - "participating" is incidental, if you can fight, fight, if you can't, then admit defeat.
"Collecting information" is the main thing. Remember, read and listen as much as possible.
The emperor of Vagrian created a "Strongest Championship", and powerful men from all over the mainland came.
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If you miss this opportunity, you may never get it again in this life.
Sure enough, those people all arrived.
Tuoke's eyes swept across the front of the team and fell on those figures that stood out among the crowd.
Tower Mage King Medici stood at the front of the team, his gray robe like a gray flag in the crowd, and no one around him dared to approach him.
The commander of Azure Flame Wind-Rending Cavalry stood a little further forward. His horse stood out in the team, much taller than the others' horses, and its green mane looked like a burning flame in the sun.
Their team was at the front of the queue and was almost at the city gate.
Tuoke's eyes moved away from those people and fell closer to the city gate, where the giant dragons were lying.
Even though he was far away, he could feel the astonishing concentration of magic power. It didn't rise from the ground, but seeped out from the gaps in the dragon's scales.
Those magic powers filled the air, raising the magic power concentration in the area at the city gate to an outrageous level.
The magic power in his body has begun to flow turbulently, becoming more active uncontrollably, like a heated kettle with water tumbling in the kettle.
The colleague next to him looked at the mountain-like dragon with multiple heads.
That level of magic power, and that characteristic - multiple heads of different colors, each head's neck covered with fine metallic shiny scales.
"I'm afraid--"
He didn't finish his words, but Tuoke knew what he was referring to.
Dragon Ancestor.
Tuoke's eyes fell on the seven heads of the giant dragon, and the heads turned rapidly.
Combined with the previous information, it is almost certain that it is this person.
He had read some information about Dragon Ancestor in the internal files of Silence Society, just a few words.
It is said to be the first dragon born at the beginning of the world. Some say it is sleeping in World Abyss, guarding a secret that even the gods dare not touch.
But one thing is certain - He is strong, incredibly strong.
The legendary existence - does he know "Caesar"?
As a new idea, you can report it to "Scroll Keeper" when you go back and carefully check the information of Dragon Ancestor's era, maybe you can find something.
He retracted his gaze and glanced around. The silver-white dragon should be Silver Radiance Dragon God, the god of God of Light.
I don't know the amethyst dragon next to me, but its aura is not weak, at least Ninth Tier, maybe even higher. I need to check the information when I go back.
Where is Voraksa?
I remember the intelligence said that the Dragon of Destruction was also here, but I didn't see it, maybe it was hidden somewhere.
Tuoke once again set his sights on the contestants lining up.
Most of them are just here to make up the numbers. Their aura does not fluctuate much and their magic power concentration is not high.
If you are not at the level of Fifth Tier, you may be able to get a ranking in an ordinary martial arts competition, but in this level of competition, you may not even be able to survive the first round.
Everyone has their own thoughts - some are here to find out what is true, some are here to build relationships, some are here to join in the fun, and some are just bored.
They are not here to have a good competition.
But then again, who here doesn't have any thoughts?
Isn't there really someone who is just here to fight?
Tuoke moved his gaze further forward.
There are also some powerful guys hidden in the team. The few magicians in front wearing black robes and covered with various magic accessories should be the inheritors of secret arts from the northwest.
Their magic power fluctuations are very subtle, but not weak, at least Sixth Tier, maybe even higher.
The ones at the back wearing dark gold armor and black armor should be from Marquisate of Bolundeng.
Marquisate of Bolundeng is a militaristic country. Their army is known for its strict discipline, flexible tactics, and well-equipped equipment. Black armor is the standard equipment of Bolundeng's elite troops. Those who can wear this armor are not ordinary people.
The one at the front is wearing different clothes and has a knife on his waist. He should be from overseas islands.
Tuoke's eyes fell on that person.
According to the intelligence, there was a big turmoil in the archipelago recently. Several vassals fought for a long time and were finally put down by the new "Sword Master".
It doesn't matter, it's just a small country, and the so-called sword masters are at most Peak of the Sixth Tier level, not as good as the mage who claimed to be "Southern Continent the strongest" many years ago.
Tuoke Thinking of this, his thoughts suddenly became distracted.
The genius who defeated Southern Continent's strongest mage back then - Chaluoke Weir.
He suddenly disappeared when his reputation was over, and became a wanted criminal in the Karelia Empire. He disappeared for many years, and many people thought that he was dead, secretly executed by the empire, or living in seclusion somewhere no one could find him.
But recently, some colleagues discovered his traces in Karelia Western Mine...
"Oh, it's our turn." Tuoke pulled back from his thoughts and walked forward with a smile.
As each contestant completed registration and walked into the city, Light God moved slowly in the sky, golden light shining from her body, like an invisible ribbon, leading the crowd through the street square, through the newly rebuilt buildings, to the entrance of the Colosseum.
The outer wall of the Colosseum is so high that when a person standing under the wall raises his head, he can only see a gray-white stone wall that reaches into the sky.
The stone wall is covered with runes, and each rune is glowing slightly.
Inside the Colosseum, many people were already sitting in the stands.
Some people were talking in low voices, some were closing their eyes and concentrating, some were wiping their weapons, and some were looking at the people around them.
"What do you mean? Do you want us to play here?" A young contestant stood on the edge of the stands, holding on to the guardrail, leaning out half of his body and looking at the oval-shaped arena below that was surrounded by high walls.
"It seems so." The person next to me replied.
"Hey, look over there, it's Pegasus!"
Another man's excited voice came from the other side of the stand.
"That's my idol! I came here to find him!" Someone suddenly stood up.
Pegasus sat at the highest point of the stand, with his silver-white armor forming a vacuum around him.
It's not because someone stopped him, but because others didn't dare to sit over. His horse squatted beside him, its silver-white mane fluttering in the breeze.
"There are a few people over there, Victoria, who should be Marshal Reinhardt." A middle-aged man wearing Victoria military uniform stood at the lower level of the stand, with his hands behind his back and his eyes looking straight ahead.
Someone next to me shrank suddenly. "Fuck, help me block it."
"Why, brother?"
"I'm a soldier under his command. I'm taking leave these days to go back to my hometown..."
The man blocked himself with his companion's body and huddled in the shadow of the stands.
"But what's going on with that giant dragon at the door?" A young mage from Karelia couldn't help but look back in the direction of the city gate.
"It's so outrageous. I feel like my magic power has become stronger."
"It's not an illusion, it's just that he has become stronger." An older mage next to him closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly opened them.
"The concentration of magic power here is higher than that of Magic Gathering Spell studied by Tower Mage Corps."
"Hey, look at that man over there, the decoration is quite strange." A young swordsman poked the man next to him with his elbow.
A man in a dark kimono wearing a bamboo hat, a long sword hanging from his waist, was sitting cross-legged in the last row of the stands, with his eyes closed and his breathing steady.
"What kind of clothes are they? Which country are they from? Ask him..."
Boom - The ground shook. It was the vibration caused by something heavy falling from the sky and hitting the ground.
Those who were sitting in the stands were shaken to their feet, and those who had not had time to walk in at the entrance were shaken to the point of holding on to the wall.
Rubbles rustled down from the city walls, dust puffed out from the ground, and even the air was distorted by the weight.
Everyone looked - a golden dragon big enough to cover the sky fell from the sky.
His three heads poked out from the clouds one after another. His wings were folded on both sides of his body as he landed, and his tail dragged a long, golden trail of light behind him.
He landed on the arena in the center of the Colosseum, and his claws touched the ground at the same time, pressing out deep claw marks on the dark gray stone slabs that were still emitting dust.
The whole city was shaking. From the Colosseum to the city walls, all the buildings trembled slightly at that moment.
Tuoke stood in the stands, holding on to the guardrail, his body swaying slightly from the vibration.
His eyes passed through the flying dust on the arena and landed on the giant beast so big that he even forgot to breathe. His heart skipped a beat at that moment.
"This kind of power... is really outrageous." Tuoke looked at the golden dragon and thought silently in his heart.
Caesar Your Majesty.
King Ghidorah swept across the crowd in the stands, one by one from those who were still dazed and trying to retreat.
His three heads were raised at the same time, and his two wings were slightly spread on both sides of his body.
"Well, now - everyone enters the venue in an orderly manner."
King Ghidorah's telepathy spread from the center of the arena. Then his three heads tilted simultaneously.
"Then--the rules change."
The stands were quiet for a moment.
"Change to unlimited, no time, no rules - free fighting!"
"The one who is still standing at the end of the fight wins!"