"G?"
King Ghidorah The head in the middle suddenly raised.
His six golden vertical pupils opened wide at the same time, and a sharp flash flashed in the depths of his pupils, like a hunter smelling the scent of his prey.
What the hell?
This is what he is thinking at the moment. G? Whose organization is called this?
King Ghidorah straightened up from the throne, and the three heads turned at the same time.
"Light God--come here."
Light God walked out of the arch of the side hall.
"Call over the few people who can still manage things here." King Ghidorah's telepathy paused. "And tell Little Rodan in the sky to stop flying and come here."
Light God nodded slightly. "Yes."
She turned around and walked toward the door. Her white-gold robe looked like a feather blown by the wind in the moonlight.
After a while, the big red bird that had been hovering in the sky slowly landed.
Rodan's wings stirred up a gust of wind when they landed, blowing the potted plants at the entrance of the hall that someone had placed there.
He trotted in from the door, his claws making a continuous clicking sound on the marble floor, stopped in front of King Ghidorah, lowered his head, and looked at the ground with his red eyes.
"King..." Rodan's voice sounded in King Ghidorah's consciousness.
"Hmm. Little Rodan - think about it, before you came here, have you seen anything... human beings?" King Ghidorah's telepathy sounded.
"Such as some desperate humans running in front of you."
Rodan tilted his head.
His brain was working rapidly at that moment, turning over all the things he encountered in the short gap when he woke up from his long sleep.
Human? When he was on Earth, he spent most of his time sleeping in the volcano. He only woke up very briefly.
Occasionally, some humans in strange costumes would appear near the crater where he slept, holding some instruments that he couldn't understand and pointing at the volcano.
But he never paid attention to them, Rodan shook his head.
King Ghidorah The head in the middle nodded slightly.
That's right, if Legendary Earth's human beings have any trouble, they must be hiding behind the scenes. They won't rush to Rodan's face to die.
But - "G" Team. King Ghidorah turned this name over and over in his mind. This name is too "Brother-ish", isn't it? Whose organization named it this way?
No matter how you look at it, it all comes from the world view of a certain science fiction monster.
Considering that he and Rodan have both traveled through time, it makes no sense that there are no earthlings.
Light God came over with Silver Radiance Dragon God, Valerirus, and Sangis.
Silver Radiance Dragon God walked behind Light God, his silver-white scales glowing softly in the moonlight, and the crown suspended in front of his forehead was slowly rotating.
Sangis walked at the back, her face had dark circles under her eyes, and the blue and black under her eyes were particularly obvious in the moonlight.
Although the competition was over, there were still many things for her to deal with, such as the documents sent from various countries and the transportation of materials that needed to be coordinated - she couldn't even remember the last time she had a good night's sleep.
"Your Majesty..." Sangis's voice was a little hoarse.
"Dear King..." Valerirus lowered his head.
King Ghidorah's eyes swept over them. "Hmm, so what - do you know 'G'?"
Valerirus was stunned for a moment. "Brother? What brother?" There was a hint of confusion in his voice.
Light God also shook his head. Silver Radiance Dragon God also shook his head. Sangis also shook his head.
"I don't know? It's okay." King Ghidorah Three heads raised slightly at the same time.
"Now I give you a task - to find an organization called 'G'. This organization... is very important. Send people there now."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Valerirus lowered his head.
If King Ghidorah can say "important", it is probably a heavyweight event that can affect the world.
Valerirus gave this matter the highest priority in his heart.
"Representatives from various countries sent letters, wanting to communicate more about the convening of the conference. Also, Donghe Country from the overseas islands also sent an application."
Sangis took out a document from his arms.
"You can do whatever you want, I'm leaving first." King Ghidorah stood up from the throne.
"Let's go, Little Rodan. Let's go and see for ourselves." King Ghidorah's telepathy.
Rodan's red eyes suddenly lit up.
"Ga--" His voice was loud and exciting. His wings opened at that moment, and the wing membranes made two short blasts in the air.
King Ghidorah flapped its wings and flew out from the door of the hall.
His body drew a golden arc in the night sky.
Rodan followed closely behind him, his red wings looking like two burning sails in the moonlight.
The storm condensed around King Ghidorah's body, rising from nothing to covering the entire sky.
Black clouds spread from his body to all directions, and golden lightning shuttled through the clouds.
A black hurricane was flying rapidly in the sky.
When passing through the city, the residents looked up and then lowered their heads and continued to do their own things. Their expressions were calm.
Because they all know that it was created by His Majesty the Golden Dragon Caesar.
Someone also published a paper earlier, doubting whether the previous super storm was caused by Caesar.
That paper was published in the journal Karelia Empire Royal Academy. The author is a young scholar with certain attainments in the field of meteorology.
He used a large amount of data, charts, and mathematical models to demonstrate the anomaly of that super storm—its formation speed and movement trajectory did not conform to the laws of natural storms.
He concluded that the storm was caused by a supernatural being with the ability to control the weather.
After the paper was published, the academic community fell silent. Then, some people began to refute, using more data and more complex charts to demonstrate the absurdity of the paper.
The rebuttal article was published in the next issue of the journal. It was much longer than the original paper and cited many more documents than the original paper.
The conclusion is that a hurricane that can sweep across a continent cannot be created by a single individual, not even a god.
The paper was quickly forgotten.
Voraksa played with the bones in his hands boredly. The bones were very big, bigger than his claws. They belonged to a giant beast that had just jumped out of a mountain.
This was broken off from a giant beast that had just jumped out of the mountain. Its size was not small, and the magic power on its body was not weak. The movement coming out of the ground was so loud that Voraksa could sense it from a long distance away.
Then he slapped her to death.
The aura was similar to the guy the king sent him to catch before, and the guy he casually pinched to death earlier - he was probably some kind of demon.
It doesn't matter, Voraksa has already eaten this thing as a snack.
He used his claws to pick off the meat from the bones, threw it into his mouth, chewed it twice, and swallowed it. The taste was average, not as good as that Dragon-Erosion Demon God.
"Hey - are you done with it?" Voraksa looked into the huge palace. His Majesty asked him to find this palace. It is said that His Majesty sent Valeria to find it before.
Now Valeria said he wanted to come here to have a look, so Voraksa followed him.
"Okay, okay--" Valeria's voice came from inside the palace. He walked out of the gate, with several humans pressed under his paws.
They wore uniforms with the logo Silence Organization engraved on their chests. Their faces were pale, their bodies were trembling, their lips were trembling, and they were speechless.
None of the people from Silence Organization actually ran away.
Valeria brought those few out of the palace and pushed them in front of Voraksa.
The members of Silence Organization trembled and looked at the giant beasts in front of them. There were two of them, one black and one black and gray, both of which were so big that they couldn't fit within their field of vision.
One of them opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but the sound was stuck in his throat and couldn't be squeezed out.
If the clan leader hadn't ordered them not to run, they would have disappeared long ago.
"These gadgets..." Voraksa lowered his head and stared at the trembling humans with his four dark red eyes.
"Wait, sir - no, respected Dragon God..." One of the older Silence Organization members got up from the ground, knelt on his knees, put his hands on the ground, and knocked his head on the ground.
"I, we-" he opened his mouth.
But unfortunately, neither of the two here are Dragon God.
"Who are you talking about?" Voraksa lowered his head and moved his four dark red eyes close to that person's face.
The man felt that his heart stopped beating at that moment, and there was a whistling sound in his throat, like air leakage.
"Ah? Dear... uh... what should I call you?" The man's voice was broken.
"I, I mean - I can provide you with important information." The man lowered his head.
Voraksa smiled with that dragon face.
The corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing two rows of sharp teeth stained with the bones of the giant beast just now.
Important information? This little guy really takes himself seriously?
The man took a deep breath and used all his strength to squeeze out the words he had been holding back for a long time from his throat.
"There is an organization - they want to release the 'New God'."
He paused, and then added - "No, it should be, 'create' is more appropriate."