Inside the turquoise sun, the temperature is so high that even the light is distorted.
King Ghidorah was suspended in the center of the green light, and his body was squeezed by energy from all directions.
The scales on his body began to curl, turn black, and rise under the high temperature, and the edges glowed with a dark red light, which was the color of the scales themselves burning.
At the same time, his recovery power is frantically repairing those burned scales at the same speed - old scales fall off and new scales grow.
This cycle of "destruction" and "repair" runs in his body.
"It's just a minor injury."
But his perception told him that this "small injury" would turn into a "big injury" if it lasted for too long.
Because this continuous high temperature is consuming his recovery power at a steady and irreversible rate.
Just like a water tank, the water inlet and outlet are opened at the same time. Although the water level is temporarily stable, as long as the water outlet is a little larger than the water inlet, the water level will slowly drop.
This guy really can't compare to Burning.
King Ghidorah made a comparison in his mind.
The Burning state of Godzilla - that is the real existence that "burns everything", like a living "star".
If Little Brother Zilla were in the state of Burning now, he wouldn't stand here thinking about things at all. He would most likely have gone to see what his ancestors looked like.
King Ghidorah is not sure whether he has any ancestors, and he doesn't want to know.
So, it's time to end.
As a physique capable of absorbing energy independently, King Ghidorah is doing something very "irrelevant" at the moment - he is absorbing the energy from "Green Lotus".
While the green energy was burning his scales, it was also being "eaten" by his body quietly, bite by bite.
His body is adapting to this high temperature and learning how to gain strength from this high temperature.
His body is originally a huge energy container that can never be filled. At this moment, this container is being filled bit by bit by the energy of Little Brother Zilla.
King Ghidorah rushed over suddenly.
His body instantly accelerated from the hovering state, like a golden cannonball, passing through the burning turquoise light and rushing straight towards Little Brother Zilla.
Little Brother Zilla did not hide.
It no longer needs to hide, its body is burning from the inside out, and the green light seeps out from every gap in its scales.
Those burning eyes - staring closely at the golden figure rushing towards him.
King Ghidorah's three mouths opened at the same time and bit Little Brother Zilla fiercely.
The teeth were embedded directly into the burning muscle tissue.
The head in the middle bit its neck, and the scales on the side of the neck were relatively thin.
Three bite points form a stable triangle.
Then, zero distance Gravity Beams.
Release with all your strength!
A golden shimmer lit up from Little Brother Zilla.
Those golden rays of light poured out from the depths of its body, from its burning internal organs, and intertwined with the green rays of light on its surface, forming a yellow-green color.
The green sun suddenly shattered.
Like a glass ball hit by a hammer, countless cracks radiate out from the center.
Those cracks spread rapidly along the surface of the turquoise sun, until the entire sphere turned into a network of cracks.
Green light poured out from the inside of the sphere and flew in all directions, turning into countless tiny light spots, like a green meteor shower.
The impact of the explosion swept hundreds of kilometers.
It passed by the ground that had been shattered countless times, and by the gravel that had been blown away countless times.
It passed where Light God and the spectators were. Their bodies were pushed back a few steps by the shock wave. The screen made of magic shook violently in the shock wave, and the picture became blurry.
It passed by the hiding place of those ancient beings who were watching. Their bodies vibrated slightly in the shock wave, and fine dust fell on those who had been sleeping for several epochs.
Victoria, this former coastal city, Luenxi City--after the shock wave passed, it turned into a huge waning-moon-shaped port.
The remaining building remains that had not been destroyed by the previous battle were completely destroyed by this impact.
The coastline was smoothed, and all the edges, corners, and unevenness were completely shaved off by this shock wave.
No one can recognize where the coastline used to be.
At that moment, many ancient beings stood up.
They are no longer just "watching", no longer suspended in the distance, watching the battle like a movie that has nothing to do with them.
They stood up - from the magma, from the abyss, from under the ice sheet, from the depths of the mountains.
Those beings who had been sleeping for several epochs and were almost forgotten by this world made the same action at the same time.
Wake up... leave that ancient resting place.
The gazes of those ancient beings traveled across vast distances, through mountains and oceans, through clouds and storms, and landed in the same direction.
The piece of light that was slowly dissipating, intertwined with turquoise and gold.
Next, it's time to see the winner of the battle that decided the fate of the world.
They need to know the result, they need to see the winner with their own eyes.
The green light like the sun began to slowly dissipate.
Those green light spots scattered from the sky, becoming more and more sparse, as if this meteor shower that had lasted for an unknown period of time had finally come to an end.
In the huge pit filled with magma, large areas of magma were slowly squirming.
A golden head stuck out from the lava.
First the top of the head, then the eyes, and then the entire head. The golden scales were covered with dark red magma, and the magma condensed into black hard shells in the gaps between the scales.
King Ghidorah shook his head, and the black hard shells fell off his scales and fell into the magma, making a hissing sound.
Then there are the wings.
Two wings spread out from the magma and flapped violently, lifting his entire body up from the magma.
Then his body, his tail, and his limbs.
King Ghidorah "crawled" out of the magma, like a big lizard that had just struggled out of the quagmire, walking step by step to the edge of the pit.
He raised his head.
Three heads raised up at the same time, and six golden eyes scanned the surrounding scene.
The land that once existed no longer exists within this area of tens of kilometers in diameter.
King Ghidorah's wings and body are a little burnt.
After those golden scales experienced the high temperature of Green Lotus and the backlash of Gravity Beams, the edges were somewhat curled and blackened, like the pages of a book that had been burned by fire.
The new skin trembled slightly in the air, then quickly hardened and changed color, growing new golden scales within ten seconds.
"It's not a big deal... it will be fine in a while."
Then his eyes turned in another direction.
The magma is also being pushed away.
The black figure stood up from the lava, but its condition was much different.
Little Brother Zilla's body emerged from the magma, first the head, then the shoulders, and then the upper body.
Its movement is very slow, so slow that it seems to be playing in slow motion - not because it is pretending, but because it can really only be so slow.
Almost all the crystals on its dorsal fin were broken. Those crystals that once looked like emeralds now only have a few fragments hanging on its back, with jagged edges.
Those fragments were still glowing, but the light was gray-white, like a lamp that was about to run out of oil.
Its originally dark body now had large, cracked and broken marks.
Like land that has been dry for too long, countless deep, criss-crossing cracks have appeared on the surface, evaporating in the air and making a hissing sound.
The most serious thing is his left arm.
The arm has disappeared. The remaining muscles and ligaments are still hanging on the shoulder, swaying slightly in the wind, as if searching for the missing limb.
King Ghidorah looked at Little Brother Zilla.
Look at it like that, even if King Ghidorah doesn't do anything anymore, it will have to rest for a hundred and eighty years.
Its body has been stretched to its limit, and its energy has been exhausted to its limit.
What it needs most now is to "stop".
Stop fighting, stop burning.
Little Brother Zilla reluctantly raised his remaining eye and looked at King Ghidorah.
The light in that eye was already very weak, so weak that it was like a candle swaying in the wind and could be extinguished at any time. But it looked at King Ghidorah.
It sees the status King Ghidorah.
Much better than him.
That guy won...
Little Brother Zilla confirmed this fact in his heart.
It was because he had lost. When this thought emerged in his consciousness, it did not bring much emotion.
Not the anger of "I'm not willing to give in", not the regret of "I could have", but a quieter kind of relief, like "it's finally over".
But it feels a little lost and a little disappointed.
Loss of "mission".
It doesn't know what that "task" is, and it doesn't know what the meaning of this task is.
All it knows is that it seems to exist to accomplish something, but it fails to accomplish that thing.
"Task" failed.
But it's not dead yet.
King Ghidorah looked at the trembling giant beast, which was covered in injuries and could barely stand still.
There is still light in those eyes, but it is not energy, but more like "will".
Little Brother Zilla reluctantly raised his head.
It opened its mouth - the teeth in that mouth were tattered, but deep in its throat, there was still a faint, green light flashing.
The final roar.
"Ang..."
It's more like a sigh, made with the last of your strength.
King Ghidorah Look at it.
"Even if this is the case, do you still have to breathe?"
His telepathic message passed through, with a helpless tone of "I'm really convinced by you" in his tone.
"Little Brother Zilla, you guy..."
This guy, from the beginning of the battle to now, has not taken a step back, has not begged for mercy, and has not shown a trace of fear.
Even now, when cornered, it still roars and declares its presence.
He paused.
"Okay..."
"In response to your strong will--I promise you one more match."
King Ghidorah's wings spread slightly.
"Send it to heaven for you to see."
Just as he was about to gather Gravity Beams--one of his heads suddenly turned in another direction.
As if being pulled by something, the neck of the head on the left straightened instantly, and two of the six eyes - the two eyes of that head - focused on the same point at the same time.
In that direction, outside the battlefield, outside the ancient beings who were watching, and further away, something was approaching at an incredible speed.
blue light.
Flying over - a blue Cherenkov radiation, flying over from the end of the horizon, so fast that even light cannot catch up with itself.
It streaked through the air, leaving a straight, blue, glowing trail.
That blue light hit Little Brother Zilla.