Silver Radiance Dragon God was lying next to Dragon Ancestor, his silver-white scales glowing softly in the afternoon sun.
His posture is very upright, with his front paws together, his tail tucked at his side, and his head slightly lowered.
His eyes glanced at the slowly expanding black sphere in the sky from time to time, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.
Dark purple lines flowed on the surface of the sphere. The frequency and wavelength of those lines were very similar to Evil God Weiergalun's creation.
He wanted to move to take a look, so he spread his wings slightly for a moment.
Dragon Ancestor's claws held him down.
The claws gently rested on the roots of his wings. Silver Radiance Dragon God's wings seemed to be suppressed by a mountain and could no longer be opened.
The two heads of Dragon Ancestor were slightly raised, and the dark golden vertical pupils looked at Silver Radiance Dragon God with calm eyes.
"Don't worry." Dragon Ancestor's voice came out from seven heads at the same time, with a kind of certainty that was unquestionable and required no explanation.
"This is the new idea of that gentleman."
Yellow sand, yellow sand all over the sky.
Chaluoke stood on a piece of land he had never seen before. The sand under his feet was soft and would sink a little with every step.
The wind blew from a distance, carrying a dry breath, like the ashes just taken out of the furnace. He squinted his eyes and looked into the distance - except for yellow sand, it was still yellow sand.
The horizon was the same in all directions, gray-yellow, lines twisted in the heat.
There are no mountains, no water, no trees, nothing that can be used as a reference.
Where is this?
There was a brief blank moment in his consciousness from the moment he was swallowed by the black hole.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw himself standing on a piece of sand, surrounded by contestants who had also been teleported.
Their expressions were the same as his - dazed, confused, and a little scared.
"Are you okay?" Na'er's voice came from behind him. Her staff was still in her hand, her clothes were covered with yellow sand, and a few strands of her hair were scattered from her ponytail, sticking to her cheeks.
She walked to Chaluoke and looked at the endless desert.
"Where did this come from? It shouldn't be Vagrian. There is no desert in Vagrian..."
Chaluoke did not answer. He was thinking about a question - why should they be teleported here? Who teleported them here?
What's the purpose?
His eyes moved away from Na'er and fell on the old man in the distance who was thinking alone.
"Go and ask Master Medici? He knows a lot." Na'er followed Chaluoke's gaze and looked over.
At this moment, Medici stood on the sand, his gray robe rustling in the wind.
He looked at the endless yellow sand and was slightly dazed.
His brain was working rapidly, comparing the knowledge he had accumulated over hundreds of years - geography, history, magic, astronomy - from different fields and angles to the scene in front of him.
No.
He doesn't recognize this place, doesn't know where it is, or even whether it's still here Yilisai.
"Your Highness--I have indeed seen a spell that I have never seen before.
"It's just that I can't seem to go back."
Medici's voice was not loud, as if he was talking to himself. He was not talking nonsense, he had never seen this technique before.
Next to him, the Holy Duke came over.
His black cloak was stained with yellow sand, and the hem left a long, crooked trace on the sand. His brows were furrowed.
"You know?" asked the Holy Duke.
"I don't know." Medici said.
"I haven't asked yet."
"I don't know."
Medici is thinking crazily at the moment. He is thinking about the spell that transported him from the arena to here - not a space transfer, not a portal or any known movement spell.
It felt like someone had folded the entire space, folding him and the desert onto the same plane.
The Holy Duke ignored him and prepared to go to the front to take a look.
"I knew it - this was Vagrian's conspiracy! They want to trap us!"
Someone shouted from the crowd, and a noble mage in gorgeous robes waved his arms.
"Shut up, you."
A person next to him gave him a push. "If they really have this technology, why do they need to go through so much trouble to do this?"
The man pointed at the yellow sand under his feet, and then at the nothing sky above his head.
"Wouldn't it be over if we just beat us to death?"
People began to discuss the current situation.
Some say it's an illusion, some say it's space teleportation, some say it's a prank by some god or the end of the world.
The voices are noisy and various speculations are intertwined.
"Then what do you think is going on?" someone asked.
"Maybe that Evil God is not dead?" a young swordsman whispered.
Tuoke and his colleagues stood on the edge of the crowd, calmly looking at the surrounding situation.
Their expressions were not as panicked as others, but they knew clearly in their hearts that something was not good.
Tuoke took out the palm-sized magic prop inlaid with light blue crystal stones from his pocket, and pressed the button on the side.
The crystal lit up, blue for a while, purple for a while, and then went out.
It's not disconnected, it's blocked.
His expression changed slightly and he took the prop back. "This is definitely a big problem."
The voice of the colleague was very low.
Tuoke has no answer.
His eyes swept through the crowd, falling on the contestants who were still arguing, the legendary strong men standing in the distance, silent and solemn expressions, and landed on the endless yellow sand.
suddenly.
The sky cracked.
It was like someone had torn a hole in the sky.
Dark purple light gushes out from the cracks, dyeing the entire desert an ominous, weird color between blue and purple.
Then - a huge thing fell from the crack. It was so big that it covered the crack, and its shadow was so big that it covered the sand hundreds of meters below. The wind pressure caused by it when it fell rolled up the yellow sand on the ground, forming a huge sandstorm.
Boom - Yellow sand is flying all over the sky.
The sandstorm spread from the point of fall to all directions. Many people were blinded by the sand and had to close their eyes and cover their mouths and noses with their sleeves.
In the yellow sand mist, a crimson gaze lit up.
The gaze was so bright that even in the yellow sand in the sky, even from a great distance, one could clearly see the two angry red flames burning in the darkness.
His eyes swept across the sand, the contestants who were staggered by the sand, and those who were trying to get up from the sand.
King Ghidorah was suspended high in the air, looking at the crowd of people struggling in the sandstorm on the big screen below.
His three heads looked down at the giant beast crawling out of the sand pit from three different angles.
By the way, why did he spend so much time building a large cricket bucket? (In fact, it didn't take much effort)
Just to watch them fight?
That's not true. Since he traveled to this world, he has witnessed the dangers of this world.
On the surface, there are Evil God, there are demons, and there are various ancient beings who have awakened from the seal. Secretly, there are Silence Society, there are Destruction and Revelation Society, and there are various forces moving in the darkness.
However, there are still gaps between human countries and they are unwilling to cooperate and help each other.
Karelia and Saint Junxi are at war, Victoria and Vostok are competing for hegemony, and small countries are trembling in the cracks between big countries.
They don't see the larger threat, or they see it but pretend not to see it.
As the saying goes, with great power comes great responsibility. He King Ghidorah should take the lead and lead everyone to cooperate. As for how to do it - the reason why people unite is because there is a bigger enemy.
The biggest enemy in this world - Evil God Weiergalun, has been solved by him.
That doesn't matter, just create another one. What about God A, God B, God C...
Okay, save me the trouble: the reason is that King Ghidorah thinks this is interesting.
He played many games in his previous life - RPG, strategy, shooting, all kinds of games.
His favorite game has a boss that is unbeatable and constantly getting stronger. Players need to work together as a team, formulate tactics, try over and over again, and finally defeat it.
Now he is the game's designer.
While he was fighting, he took a look to see if anyone could bring him any surprises, such as the existence of time-travel technology or something like that?
He has been thinking about why Rodan came here and whether there is something wrong with that world.
Maybe among these contestants, there are others who, like Rodan, have traveled through that world.
Maybe not, but it doesn't matter.
As for the black ball - King Ghidorah glanced at Light God next to it.
This guy and Evil God are old rivals, so he knows a little bit about what Evil God knows, not much, but it's enough.
For example, when making "Evil God creations", Light God spent time rushing to produce a batch of low-end versions.
As for the key point, "Old World".
Evil God used his own power to create a small world, a realm that is isolated from the real world and belongs only to Him.
Light God can't do that, but it can spend its divine power to create an entire low-end version of the small world. The size of that "world" is roughly equivalent to dozens of Valerilus City.
Then let many powerful people in this world go in and fight the boss inside in a 1v100 group boss round.
That is, the wild demons captured by Voraksa and Little Rodan that he sent out before.
King Ghidorah looked at the two guys next to him - Voraksa and Rodan, who were squatting behind him. Voraksa still had a bit of debris on the corner of his mouth.
Voraksa was familiar with these things, so he flew over with Rodan and caught them.
According to Light God, it seems to be called one of Thirteen Demon Gods.
It doesn't matter, it's a consumable anyway.