The bench at the food stall was not very stable and would tilt to the right when you sat on it. Nuoyaji had to put his left foot on the ground to stabilize himself.
As for why they are here, weren't they at Karelia before?
After receiving the information at that time, Nuoyaji felt something was wrong - "G". He had never heard of this name in his previous life.
In his previous life, he rose from a low-level consultant to Empire Tower Mage Corps to a senior consultant. From the fall of the empire to the collapse of Civilization, from fleeing to resisting, he came into contact with countless organizations, countless forces, and countless names stirring in the darkness.
But there's no "G". Absolutely not.
The name seemed to grow out of thin air, like those black monsters that emerged from the ground after a storm. There were no traces, no clues that he could predict using his past life memories.
This uneasiness made him make a decision - to find in the intelligence the location where Salvation Society often traded with the "G" team, and then go directly there.
Chaluoke took the time to open a space teleportation array.
It was not something that could be opened with a wave of your hand. It was a high-level spell that required drawing complex runes on the ground, consuming a lot of magic power, and accurately locking the coordinates of the destination in your mind.
Then they teleported from the small town in Karelia to Luenxi City on the eastern coast of United Kingdom of Victoria.
And just now, they learned about "G Trading Company" from passers-by.
"This thing is... a company?"
Nuoyaji's voice had a hint of confusion, "Why can't I understand the world anymore?"
Which serious company can be related to Salvation Society?
He thought about it and felt that the question was meaningless.
Salvation Society itself is not serious, and the companies related to it are certainly not serious either.
Moreover, passers-by said that strange noises often come from this company... This is extremely suspicious no matter how you look at it.
Yifula frowned and looked at the food in front of him.
It was a bowl of the same soup as Nuoyaji and the others, but she stirred it in the bowl several times with a spoon, but it never reached her mouth.
Her brows were frowned tightly, and the small vertical lines between her eyebrows looked particularly cute in the afternoon sun.
"What's wrong? Isn't it delicious?" Na'er looked over.
Yifula didn't say anything, he just put the spoon on the edge of the bowl and pushed the bowl a little distance in the direction of Na'er.
Na'er glanced at the bowl of paste, and then at Fuyila's expression. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he wanted to laugh, but he held it back.
"Okay, don't eat it..."
Na'er said, reaching out and touching Fuyila's head, "I'll see if there is a restaurant later and find you something delicious."
"By the way, where is your Majesty?" Chaluoke's voice came from the side.
Nuoyaji looked around.
"Well... it seems like you should go and see for yourself." Nuoyaji's voice was filled with a hint of helplessness.
G Trading Company, high-rise conference room.
The light is warm yellow, shining from the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, illuminating the entire conference room.
Sitting in the middle of the table was a blond man with blue eyes.
His fingers were tapping lightly on the table, neither hastily nor slowly, as if he was playing a piece of music that only he could hear.
"Sir Anasi. I want to know, is your theory reliable?"
A man wearing a dark cloak sitting opposite him spoke. The hood was pulled down low, covering most of his face.
Representative of Salvation Society.
Anasi's mouth corners rose slightly.
His smile is very light, so light that if you don't look carefully, you won't notice it at all.
"Don't worry. You should have seen our technology."
"We helped you complete the training of Chimera."
The representative of Salvation Society was silent for a moment.
"Really? But - regarding 'God', I'm still curious about your confidence."
Anasi sneered.
The corners of his mouth rose even further. "God?" He chewed the word in his mouth, as if he was tasting a wine that was not very appetizing.
"They are just more powerful creatures. It seems that there is really no difference between 'us'."
His eyes moved away from representative Salvation Society and fell on the sky outside the window, which was mostly covered by curtains.
The representative of Salvation Society frowned.
He can't get along with these guys, so you can do whatever you want.
"Anyway, the president will see the result. We have already prepared for it." He stood up from the chair and pulled his hood lower.
Several people behind him also stood up and filed out. The door closed behind them with a dull, clicking sound.
Anasi was sitting on the chair, tapping his fingers lightly on the table. His eyes returned from the window and fell on the open document in front of him.
The first page of the document is a photo of a ruined city. Under the photo is written a line of words in pencil - "Western Mainland, Vagrian Empire, Valerilus City."
He thought of the group of monsters also called "gods".
Those giant beasts that make the ground tremble...
Human beings are always like this, they like to call certain powerful creatures gods, and then respect them, worship them, and fear them.
But in the end, they are just more powerful creatures.
Anasi stood up from the chair.
He closed the document, tucked it under his arm, straightened his collar, and walked toward the door.
"There is no difference between us."
When he reached the door, he paused, turned his head, and shouted behind him.
"Smith."
"Here." A voice came from the corner of the conference room. A young man wearing dark blue overalls and glasses walked out of the shadows.
He held a thick folder in his hand.
"How's the progress?" Anasi asked.
"The third step of unlocking the 'Crystal' has been completed." Smith opened the folder and quickly glanced at the records above.
"The reaction is stable and the energy output is within the expected range. It is expected to take some time to enter the next stage."
"Okay, take me to take a look first." Anasi opened the door.
"Wait... wait." Smith's voice was a little panicked.
Anasi stopped and turned his head. "What's wrong?"
"The underground laboratory... was invaded." Smith's voice became lower and lower.
He looked down at the information transmission device in his hand, beads of sweat oozing out from his forehead. "The first layer of protection has been penetrated, the second layer has been penetrated... the other party has entered the highest level of alert experimental area."
Anasi frowned.
He said to Smith, speaking faster than usual - "Mobilize all team members and go to the underground security area immediately."
"Yes!"
Underground, in a certain room.
Black Owl No. 2 stood in a messy corridor, the blue-lighting gap on the triangular head was slightly lit.
He was holding a bent iron bar in his hand, and one end of the iron bar still showed signs of being melted by the high temperature.
He looked around - the walls were off-white, not stone, but some kind of alloy material that he couldn't name.
The floor is dark gray with fine anti-slip textures on the surface, and there are several emergency lights on the ceiling.
The surrounding laboratory equipment was made of metal, glass, test tubes, petri dishes, microscopes, and several buzzing instruments that he couldn't name.
Looking at the decoration - he almost thought he had traveled back in time.
He is now certain that this must have been done by someone from Earth who has traveled through time.
In this era, all the locals use magic. Who would have the time to do this?
He looked over and saw that in a nearby laboratory, through the glass, he could see the creatures inside.
Those creatures were imprisoned in a huge glass container. The container was filled with a light green liquid, and there were various strange creatures floating in the liquid. Judging from the smell, they must be local monsters.
But there were some things on those monsters that he couldn't describe, that were awkward and seemed to have been forcibly pieced together - some had wings they shouldn't have, some had more heads than they should have, and some had completely wrong body proportions.
It's like someone chopped up several different monsters and then put them back together again.
Tsk.
Go to the bottom floor and take a look.
Boom--The isolation layer made of multiple layers of high-strength materials underground was blown apart.
Black Owl No. 2's foot passed through the center of the heavy alloy door, kicking out a huge hole in the door panel that was still smoking at the edge.
He bent down, got through the hole, and jumped down.
This material has no magic power and is made by pure technology. Did an eighth-level fitter travel through time?
He hit the bottom.
This is a huge underground space.
The ceiling is very high, about thirty meters.
The shape of the space is irregular, as if a naturally formed cave has been artificially expanded. The walls are filled with artificial luminous materials, which illuminate the entire space as bright as day.
Then he felt some inexplicable aura.
I can't say it's familiar, but I feel like I've seen it somewhere before...
Then he looked up and saw an egg.
Its height is higher than Black Owl No. 2's body, and its width requires several people to hug it.
The surface is gray-white, like the skin of some ancient creature. There is light blue light flowing in those lines.
There are several glowing rings suspended around it.
The ring rotates slowly, with a different speed for each circle, and there is a time difference between the inner and outer layers. It looks like some kind of precision-operated device.
Something is moving inside the egg.
And then--there is no more.
The body of King Ghidorah is flying in the sky.
His three heads were slightly lowered, and his six eyes were half-open and half-closed, as if he was taking a nap.
His wings flapped very slowly, and the storm slowly rotated around his body.
Then he was stunned for a moment. In his consciousness, Black Owl No. 2's perception port completely disappeared.
King Ghidorah's eyes suddenly opened.
At the same time, the six golden vertical pupils of the three heads suddenly shrank, and a trace of astonishment flashed deep in the pupils.
The clone is gone again?
Fuck, you dare to kill my clone!
King Ghidorah's wings flapped violently.
It switched from cruising state to sprinting state, and the speed was so fast that Rodan almost couldn't keep up behind it.
Black clouds spread wildly from his body to the surroundings, golden lightning flashed through the clouds, and the thunder was so loud that it could be heard by people hundreds of kilometers away.
He was going to blow up that company.
No, it can't be blown up yet. People there know something about it.
King Ghidorah made a quick calculation in his mind - fly there first, find the underground laboratory, find the guy who killed his clone, and then ask questions.
After asking, explode.
When Rodan saw King Ghidorah speeding up, he also quickly flapped his wings and flew over.
His crimson wings looked like two burning sails in the moonlight, dragging a crimson light trail behind him as he approached.