King Ghidorah looked at Serta in front of him, and the three heads were tilted at a subtle angle at the same time.
Serta stood on the top of the mountain, his dark golden robe fluttering in the wind, and his long dark brown hair being blown in front of his face, but he did not brush it away.
His hands were gesticulating in front of him, and his fingers drew complex, luminous trajectories in the air.
"This, you can carry out designated transmission. Specifically--the core of World Travel is not to 'open a door', but to 'find a gap between the rules of the world'.
You can imagine it as two wooden boards very close to each other, and World Travel is the needle inserted between them.
You need to find the direction of the gap, and then - well, then insert the needle into it..."
When Serta said these words, his tone was as patient as "I'm giving a lecture to primary school students."
"Wait." King Ghidorah's telepathy rang, and one of his heads turned to Godzilla.
Godzilla was standing next to it, its posture was very relaxed - one foot was firmly planted on the ground, its tail was trailing behind it, and its eyes were half closed, as if it was taking a nap or thinking.
"Boss Goji," King Ghidorah's telepathy was transmitted to Godzilla, "Do you still remember which world those guys are in?"
Godzilla's eyes opened. The amber eyes looked at King Ghidorah and blinked. "I don't know."
King Ghidorah's three heads paused at the same time. "Why don't you know? Didn't Mother Earth tell you?"
"No."
Silence.
The wind blew over the top of the mountain, picking up the gray-white powder that was still flying, and King Ghidorah's three heads turned back to the direction of Serta at the same time.
He looked at Serta's face, which was still waiting for a response, with an expression of "Did I make it clear?"
His telepathy sounded again, with a casual "then so be it" tone.
"So, can you - can you transport us to a world similar to ours?"
Serta's expression changed.
"Where are the world coordinates? Or are there any breath marks or tokens of these worlds? So I can locate them."
King Ghidorah looked at Serta and was silent for a moment. "No."
Serta's expression changed again. This time it was more obvious. Aren't you making things difficult for me?
"Not at all?"
King Ghidorah continued to look at Serta. "No."
"... That doesn't work, then how do I specify it?"
King Ghidorah's three heads were raised slightly at the same time, six golden vertical pupils staring at Serta.
His telepathy made a sound, like the tone a boss would use when assigning tasks to his employees.
"Aren't you God King? Try it for me now."
Serta looked at King Ghidorah, and then he sighed.
"... Okay." He raised his hand, and dark golden light traces emerged from his fingertips, intertwining and overlapping in the air.
"I'll try my best... but there's no guarantee of success."
The sky is covered with dark clouds.
"Doomsday"-like dark clouds - the clouds are thick, low, and rolling, as if an invisible giant hand is repeatedly rubbing the sky.
Lightning shuttled through the clouds, and some electric currents exploded inside the clouds, like blooming flowers made of light, illuminating the entire sky.
The strong wind howled, rolling up the waves on the sea, and the height of those waves continued to rise.
The sea surges.
The water surged upward from the depths, as if a huge pot had been set on fire at the bottom of the sea.
The turbulent sea water carried countless marine creatures - fish, shrimps, crabs, seaweed, coral fragments - they were thrown up and down in the waves, some were still struggling, and some had stopped moving.
They were struggling desperately, as if trying to escape from something.
Those marine creatures that are still alive, their instincts are telling them the same message: get away from here, as far away as possible.
"That guy is here again - run away and leave it alone!"
A giant snake-like beast with claws and claws rushed out of the sea. Its body was very long, about tens of meters long, and was covered with dark blue, wet scales.
There are four short, clawed feet on both sides of the body, paddling wildly in the air.
It rushed out of the sea, drew an arc in the air, and then fell heavily on the beach of a small island.
Its name is Jiao. It's not a "name", but a "race".
The people of this world, the people who live on the coastline - that's what they call it.
He is the "Dragon King" among the fishermen.
But at this moment, it is not "reminding people", but "escape". Its eyes are wide open, and its pupils are constantly trembling.
"Didn't you say that King Old Dragon reported 'Heavenly Emperor'? Why didn't you take care of it..." It gasped for air, like a frightened little animal.
Another dragon rushed out of the sea.
It was smaller than it, with gray-green scales and several bleeding wounds on its body. It fell on the beach, rolled around a few times, and then struggled to stand up.
"Forget it. Previously, the 'God Lord' personally came to the East Sea and fought with the 'monster'... It is said that it escaped."
"Then how did it escape? It's better to just leave it alone--"
Before he finished speaking, a huge flood swept over him.
The wall rose from the sea, sucking in all the sea water, rocks, islands, and marine life that were still struggling in the sea.
The dragons didn't even have time to scream before they were swept away by the flood. Their bodies rolled in the flood, like two leaves blown by the wind, and were washed away.
At this time, in the deep sea far away.
Two golden "bulbs" lit up in the darkness. They didn't "glow", but "light up" - as if someone lit two lamps 20,000 meters deep in the sea.
The light shines upward from the deep sea, penetrating the thick and breathless water, and forming a huge halo on the surface of the ocean.
A blue-violet light illuminates the ocean.
Those colors spread and diluted in the water, but could never be completely removed. In the blue-purple light, a huge and slender body was slowly twisting.
Her body is very long and covered with fine, smooth blue-purple scales.
Her head is streamlined and her mouth is tightly closed, but the blue-purple light seeping out from the gaps in her scales is enough to show how terrifying energy is contained in her body.
Ocean Titan--Tiamat.
As she moved, the nearby seawater was heated to extremely high temperatures.
The seawater that came into contact with her body changed from normal temperature to steam in less than half a second, making a sharp sound.
Her body was surrounded by a thick layer of clouds made of steam, which were constantly spreading, rising, cooling, and then being heated and spread.
The whole ocean is boiling.
On a planetary scale, those steam trails are clearly visible.
A huge, arc-shaped, white cloud band rises from the ocean surface, passes through the atmosphere, and extends to the edge of the stratosphere.
If you look up at the sky with your naked eyes, you can see a huge white arc extending from the horizon.
There is no doubt that this is a living natural disaster.
Tiamat is moving.
Her body pushed forward slowly but inexorably through the water, and the heated water left a long, steaming trail behind her.
She is looking for something.
her children.
When she was sent away by the earth, when she passed through the "door" opened by World Will, her child did not have time to follow.
She was sent to this world full of strange atmosphere.
So she kept looking.
Every ocean, every trench.
No matter what the creatures in this world are like, she must find them.
The golden light in the sky lights up.
The light shone down from the sky, penetrated the thick dark clouds, and cast a huge circular hole on the dark clouds with glowing edges.
The dark clouds retreated in all directions under the light, as if they were avoiding something.
A figure appeared.
The snake-like body and golden scales reflect dazzling light under the sunlight.
Antlers - branch-like horns extending from the head. The horns are dark brown and have fine lines like growth rings on the surface.
Cow head, shrimp eyes, elephant ears, lion's mane...
There are also two pairs of wings on its body. Compared to its body that is hundreds of feet long, those wings look a bit small, but every time they flap, they will bring up a strong wind that can change the weather.
The dragons recognize this figure.
They were washed away by the flood to a small island. They raised their heads and looked at the figure in the sky, and their eyes lit up at the same time.
"God... God!" The dragon that was the first to wash up on the beach spoke excitedly. Its voice was sharp, with a kind of excitement of "Finally rescued", "It's the God - Yinglong!"
Yinglong.
That's what people in this world call it.
The dragon that answers the prayers of all living beings.
It is one of the most powerful beings in the world, the first general under "Heavenly Emperor", and a dragon that appears whenever there is an unsolvable disaster in the world.
Yinglong looked at the "natural disaster" in the sea.
In those bright yellow eyes, there was expression - if dragons could have expressions.
It's the kind of helplessness that says, "I know you're in a hurry, but don't be in a hurry first."
Its telepathy spread, "To the entire sea area."
"What about that, eldest sister. Why don't you stop for a while."
Yinglong's voice sounded in the telepathy channel. It was not loud, but very clear, with a tone of "I am discussing with you."
"I've asked someone to help you find the child."