Nuoyaji looked into the distance and sighed slightly.
The sigh was so soft that Chaluoke standing next to him almost didn't hear it.
He turned his head and glanced at Nuoyaji. There was no expression on Nuoyaji's face.
His eyes were looking in that direction - the distant land whose landscape had been completely changed by the battle, which was once a city and a place where countless people lived.
His lips moved slightly, wanting to say something, but then closed them again.
"What's wrong?" Chaluoke spoke, his voice not loud but steady, "Everything has been resolved, isn't that good?"
He is holding Yifula.
The little girl curled up in his arms, her silver-white hair scattered on his arms, and her head rested on his chest.
She was sleeping. After experiencing so many vibrations, explosions, shock waves, and experiencing so many scenes that would make any adult collapse, she fell asleep.
Chaluoke glanced down at her, made sure her breathing was steady, and then looked into the distance.
As for Na'er, she is helping to treat the affected people from a distance. Her red robe moves back and forth between the gray-white tents, like a flame dancing in the ashes.
The light of the flames shone on the faces of the wounded, those painful faces stained with dust and blood.
Before those two guys really started a decisive battle, before King Ghidorah and Little Brother Zilla turned the city into rubble - Light God did one thing.
She brought the people of the city into the small world she created.
She took all the people who were still alive into her little world. The little world was not big, but it was big enough to accommodate everyone.
Then she brought the small world nearby, unfolded the small world, released the people, and placed them in the relatively flat open space in the valley.
Now, those people are sitting there, some are in a daze, some are looking for their relatives, and some are bandaging their wounds.
There is dust, tears, and blood on their faces, as well as the joy of "I am still alive" and the confusion of "Why am I still alive?"
Moran The mayor is sitting on a stone.
He put his hands on his knees, his back straight, and his eyes looking at the ground in front of him.
His city is gone.
The rising green sun said it all. When the sun rose from the center of the battlefield and the green light illuminated the entire sky - he knew it.
His city has disappeared.
Those streets, those buildings, those public facilities he spent twenty years building piece by piece, every document he signed, every budget he approved - all gone.
It's like they never existed.
What to do?
he asked himself in his mind.
He has been the mayor for so many years and has experienced all the natural disasters that a coastal city may experience. Every time, he knows what to do - organize rescue, allocate supplies, comfort the people, and report to superiors.
But this time, he didn't know. No, it wasn't just him. Which mayor in the whole world had experienced this kind of thing?
Which city's plan has a line that says "When your city is destroyed by the aftermath of a battle between two giant beasts, please follow these steps"?
It was neither expected nor within anyone's experience.
Moran The mayor felt confused.
He didn't know what to think or what to do.
"Mr. Mayor."
A voice came from the side.
Mayor Moran raised his head and saw Hayashida Nobuyoshi standing there. That Donghe Country scholar. He was still holding the Victoria language textbook in his hand, and the pages of the book were blown by the wind, making a rustling sound.
"When this happened," Hayashida Nobuyoshi's voice was very steady, as if he was giving a lecture in class, "We are also in disbelief."
He paused and pushed up his glasses. The lenses shone in the sunset light.
"But please cheer up. The more this is the case, the more important it is for us to cooperate with Victoria to tide over the difficulties together."
Moran The mayor looked at Hayashida Nobuyoshi, and then he took a deep breath.
"Yes, yes." His voice was a little dry, "Yes. You are right."
Hayato looked at that scene and shook his head with emotion.
"It's really long-sighted." His voice was not loud, but he sighed with a heartfelt and unvarnished sigh, "Even 'Eight Abyss Dragon Venerable'... doesn't have this intensity."
Eight Abyss Dragon Venerable.
Donghe Country worships the legendary "Creation God". It is said that He opened up the mountains, rivers and oceans and created the islands.
In every shrine of Donghe Country, there is a statue of him - eight giant dragons coiled together, each dragon guards an area of the sea, and each dragon is in charge of a natural force.
That is the supreme god that Donghe Country people have believed in for thousands of years.
Hayato grew up listening to the mythical stories of Eight Abyss Dragon Venerable. He looked at the murals, read the classics, and listened to the legends passed down from his ancestors.
Look now, those monsters... are probably even more outrageous than the "Creation God". Hayato drove this outrageous thought out of his mind.
Kamiizumi Nobutsuna walked near Light God and stopped.
He stood there, the hem of his kimono blown up by the wind, the knife at his waist, and his hand on the handle.
His posture was very relaxed, and there was no difference between tension and relaxation in front of this existence.
"Excuse me," he spoke, his voice was not loud but very clear, "Are you a 'god'?"
Light God turned around and looked at him.
The white-gold robe is fluttering in the wind, and the long golden hair hangs behind the shoulders, with the tips of the hair slightly curled.
"Yes." Light God said, "I am a god."
Kamiizumi Nobutsuna was silent for a moment.
"Really..."
Kaidezi's body is shaking slightly.
"Huh..." She breathed out, trying to calm her body down.
But her body didn't listen to her.
"It's really... exaggerated." Her voice was a little weak, as if it came from a very far away place.
The colleagues next to him were silent.
The silence of "I don't know what to say".
Because what they saw and felt - the blue spiral that cleared the sky, the green sun rising from the earth - all of these far exceeded their imagination.
The limit of their imagination is probably the level of "battle between legendary strong men".
And that is "God" - no, it is something even more outrageous than God...
A colleague asked her, "So, where is 'Scroll Keeper'..."
Kaidezi took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound normal. "Such a big movement, Scroll Keeper... No, even a fool can know it."
She paused and looked up at the dark clouds that were gathering again. "It won't be long before what happens here will spread across the mainland."
After a moment of silence, there is no airtight wall in this world, let alone such a big thing.
Those survivors who escaped from the battlefield, those organizations that may still exist - everyone will take what happened here to Karelia, to Vostok, and to every corner of the continent.
"Then Conference of All Nations..." the colleague spoke again, "Maybe we should move forward."
Kaidezi was about to answer when she suddenly felt something. She turned around suddenly and put her hand on the weapon at her waist.
There were two people standing behind him. One was wearing a black and red armor robe and was tall, standing there like a sword stuck in the ground.
The other one was wearing a dark robe, with his hair draped over his shoulders, and his eyes were a little wandering, as if he was looking at something very far away.
"You are--"Kaidezi's voice was tense.
"Apostle." The man in the black and red armor robe spoke, his voice was not loud, but every word carried an unquestionable weight, "You should know this name, Silence Society."
Kaidezi's hand dropped from the weapon. She knew the name.
Their appearance means that something is serious enough to require the intervention of "the great lord".
"It's time to talk to us." The man's voice was still quiet and steady.
Kaidezi glanced at him, then at the woman behind him, and then at the colleagues around him.
"Okay." she said.
The ground is full of people recovering from their injuries.
They were wailing and moaning in pain. Those sounds mixed together, like a heartbreaking symphony in the dusk air.
Na'er and many magicians and doctors are treating the wounded.
Her red robe shuttled among the crowd like a moving beacon.
Her voice sounded from time to time, sometimes to comfort the wounded - "Okay, okay, it's okay", sometimes to inquire about the condition - "Are you okay? Does it hurt here?"
Suddenly, someone pointed into the distance.
A young woman sitting on a stone.
She raised her hand and pointed to the sky with trembling fingers - that direction, the sky where the sun and blue sky had just appeared, making people think that the disaster was over.
A shadow is gathering again.
"Hurricane" - that kind of rotating, funnel-shaped, gray-black wind column hanging from the sky to the ground, composed of high-speed flowing air and jumping lightning.
Its diameter is much smaller than before, but it is getting bigger, re-condensing, absorbing the scattered cloud fragments from all directions, and re-weaving them into a huge storm.
That hurricane is coming.
The golden current jumped and collided on the inner wall of the wind column, emitting a low and continuous roar.
"You... are too heavy..."
A telepathic message came from the storm.
There was a helplessness in that voice that said, "I'm really convinced."
The storm is getting closer and lower.
Then people can see - in the center of the rotating, golden hurricane, there are two huge figures...
King Ghidorah's claws grasp Godzilla.
His two feet were pulling Godzilla from below, his wings were flapping desperately, and his three heads were working hard.
Like an eagle grabbing prey several times heavier than itself, it moves with difficulty in the sky.
Godzilla was silent.
It was just being held by King Ghidorah, with four paws hanging under its body, its tail trailing behind it, its eyes half-closed, and it looked like it was resting.
Rodan follows behind them.
His wings were flapping and his body was flying, but his eyes were always looking at the two giant beasts. He looked at them cautiously, as if looking at two bombs that were about to explode at any time.
He didn't know what the relationship between the two giant beasts was now - enemies? friends? temporary allies?
"How much do you weigh?" King Ghidorah's telepathy rang again, this time specifically to Godzilla, "Ninety thousand tons or one hundred thousand tons? I remember your density has increased."
His wings flapped again and his body rose a little higher.
The golden hurricane rotated around their bodies, providing lift and thrust.
But it's not enough, Godzilla is too heavy.
Godzilla has no answer.
It just half-closed its eyes, breathed steadily, and relaxed its body, as if lying on a cloud.
"Tsk." King Ghidorah's telepathy was filled with dissatisfaction, but he did not throw Godzilla down.
The golden hurricane moves slowly in the sunset light, like a flying golden castle wrapped in lightning.
And in the open space of the temporary settlement, everyone was looking up.
Look at the approaching hurricane, look at the two approaching giant beasts, look at the golden and black figure slowly landing.
No one spoke, no one screamed, they just stood there and watched.
Waiting for those two beings who transcend imagination and transcend all boundaries between myth and reality to land on their land.
"However," King Ghidorah's telepathy sounded again, and this time the tone suddenly changed, from "complaining" to "serious", "What did you mean... just now?"
Godzilla slowly opened his eyes.