The light faded.
The blue breath that penetrated the sky began to dissipate from the top, like an incense stick that was lit from the top, and the blue flame spread downwards from the top of the pillar.
The embers floated in the air for a few seconds, then turned into tiny, glowing particles that fell like snowflakes.
Those particles landed on the golden scales of King Ghidorah, made a slight hissing sound, and then went out.
The surrounding black mist was completely dispersed by this blow.
The black mist that had been entrenched in the depths of Nine Netherworlds for countless epochs now has not even a trace left. There are also no black particles floating in the air.
Nine Netherworlds has become clean in the depths, as clean as an empty room that has been thoroughly cleaned.
King Ghidorah looked at the situation in front of him, and his three heads tilted at the same time.
"Boss Goji, hold back some strength." King Ghidorah's telepathy sounded, with a sense of helplessness that "you are too heavy handed."
Godzilla stood next to him, its mouth closed. Those blue lights flashed for the last time from the depths of its throat, and then went out.
It looked at the black mass huddled in the corner in the distance.
"Still alive."
Serta put down his right hand that was blocking his left arm, looked at the trembling black substance in the distance, and slightly curved his mouth.
"It's really an exaggeration..." His voice was low, as if he was talking to himself. He knew the power of this breath. When the blue light beam passed by him just now, he felt - "destruction".
A kind of pure destruction. His senses were telling him: If he suffered this breath, he would definitely turn into scum.
Serta moved his fingers. Dark golden light traces jumped out from his fingertips and intertwined into a small, complex rune array in the air.
The array rotated for a moment, then turned into a slender light chain and flew towards the far corner. The end of the light chain looked like a hand, grabbing the black substance and dragging it out from the corner.
The mass of matter struggled for a moment at the end of the light chain, and those scarlet eyes flashed for a moment, but soon darkened again.
It is so small that it is like a speck of dust in front of King Ghidorah.
The black substance was dragged in front of King Ghidorah by the light chain. It was suspended in the air, between the three heads of King Ghidorah, like a snowball that was about to melt, illuminated by three suns at the same time.
Those scarlet eyes kept blinking in the golden light, as if they were avoiding something.
Its shape is constantly changing, but it never changes, because those dark golden light chains hold it tightly, like adding a shell to a balloon.
"Gehuo... Gadao..." the black substance made a sound.
The syllables didn't make sense, and the combination didn't make sense, as if they were trying to speak but didn't know what to say.
Its consciousness struggled in that small black mass, trying to organize language.
King Ghidorah looked at it. The three heads lowered their heads at the same time and got closer to the black substance.
His golden vertical pupils focused on the black substance, watching those scarlet eyes blinking under his gaze, and then his telepathy sounded.
"Yes, I can still speak." Serta stood next to King Ghidorah's paw, looking at the black substance, the curvature of the corner of his mouth did not change. "Then--"
"Stop talking nonsense." King Ghidorah's telepathy interrupted Serta, heading in the direction of the black substance. His tone was not "threat", but "notification".
"You should be able to speak normally."
The black mist stopped.
Those scarlet eyes stopped blinking, those tentacles struggling in the light chain stopped twisting, and those gibberish syllables also stopped.
It hung in the air like a ball of frozen black jelly.
Those scarlet eyes looked at King Ghidorah, and it felt the power contained in this three-headed golden beast, feeling that it was evaluating and deciding whether to cooperate.
Finally, it felt like it had something to say.
"You... you..." Its voice finally took shape. The syllables were still a bit strange, but at least it was understandable.
"Want... to know... what?"
King Ghidorah's telepathy sounded, very briefly.
"Everything."
The black mass was silent, and the silence lasted longer, and those scarlet eyes scanned back and forth at the beings in front of them.
If you don't say it, you will probably die now... Forget it, it feels that living may bring more benefits to the great existence.
"Probably... before the beginning of countless epochs..." Its voice became slower, as if it was recalling something from a long, long time ago, and each word was being fished out from the depths of memory.
"A great being... wanders in the void. He explores all things in the universe, lives by devouring planets, and will bring destruction to everything..."
Those scarlet eyes flashed.
"He launches the materials on his body to planets all over the universe. Then he absorbs the energy and turns it into a weapon of war to 'hunt' for him." Its voice did not rise and fall, as if it was reading a report.
"Bringing destruction to many worlds."
"Everything in the universe is his food... bringing everything to its ultimate end..."
"And I -" the black mass paused, and those scarlet eyes blinked, "I am one of them."
King Ghidorah Listen, he is digesting this information. A great existence, wandering in the void, making a living by devouring planets.
Launch the materials on your body to planets all over the universe, absorb energy, and turn them into weapons of war.
This means that those "war weapons" were not manufactured, but separated from the "great being".
They carry His will and His power to different worlds to complete His "hunting".
"What else?" King Ghidorah's telepathy rang.
"No more."
King Ghidorah's six eyes narrowed. "That's it?"
"Uh..."
"Yes..." The scarlet eyes of the black substance blinked again under the gaze of King Ghidorah, blinking faster, as if trying to avoid that gaze.
It originally wanted to say something, but looking at the guys in front of it, it still answered honestly.
"It's just... one of them... knows, not much..."
King Ghidorah looked at it, then he turned his head, and three heads raised at the same time.
So, now I know - that thing is actually a living thing.
It's not a "phenomenon" or a "natural disaster", but a conscious person who may be able to communicate - but maybe not willing to communicate.
And the previous Evil God and Venerable Lord of Ten Thousand Crowns are also suspected to be the creations of that thing. Evil God Weiergalun, the evil one who awakened from Old World. Venerable Lord of Ten Thousand Crowns, the descendant who destroyed many worlds.
There are also those beings called "evil gods" or "demon gods" who are sealed in various worlds.
They may all be creations of the "great being", sent to different worlds to perform the same task - erosion, assimilation, and destruction.
If I had known earlier, I would have kept them and asked more questions.
King Ghidorah sighed in his heart, Evil God didn't even have any scum left. Venerable Lord of Ten Thousand Crowns was sacrificed by Anasi to Little Brother Zilla, and even his consciousness was swallowed up.
It's too late to question them now.
King Ghidorah's eyes fell on the black substance again.
"So, you know this?"