Gerlen City.
The red dragon Valerirus looked at the broken city in front of him and fell into deep thought.
The once neatly arranged streets are now like building blocks stepped on by giants, with gravel and rubble piled everywhere. Only half of the tower that once flew the Vagrian Empire flag remains.
There was a burning smell in the air, not from one place, but from the entire city.
When those black monsters pouring out of the spiral fly by, they will drop a viscous liquid. The liquid will fall on the roofs of buildings and the stone slabs of the streets, and the whole city will be smoking.
Not long ago, he had completed discussions with envoys from various countries on the launch of the conference.
Everything in Wei went smoothly, so smoothly that Valerirus felt that this meeting might really change something.
Then the sky turned black. "Black Curtain Covering" - Starting from the eastern skyline, thick blackness spread to the west at a speed visible to the naked eye. Those black spirals fell from the sky, and huge, twisted javelins that were thrown from the sky by something were inserted into the earth.
Countless monsters flew out of the spiral. Black, winged monsters with compound eyes that glowed dark yellow in the darkness were overwhelming, like locusts passing by.
Valerirus flew up from the city wall, spitting out flames, burning the monsters near the city wall to ashes. But he was a dragon, and there were thousands of monsters.
Wherever he flew, the monsters receded; when he flew away, the monsters rushed back. He felt like he was blocking a dam full of holes. After blocking one hole, ten more holes opened.
But fortunately Silver Radiance Dragon God was around to help.
The silver-white ancient dragon flew into the sky the moment the disaster occurred.
He flew over a city, and the monsters in that city were cleared. He flew over a field, and the spiral in that field was destroyed.
Although the nearby cities were damaged, there were no major casualties. Valerirus made a note of this in his mind, and when Silver Radiance Dragon God comes back, he will thank him properly.
Light God--Looks like he went to find something and didn't come back.
"Your Majesty." Sangis walked over from the side. Her footsteps made a crunching sound on the gravel.
She was just in charge of counting the damage.
"How's it going?" Valerirus didn't look back, his eyes still stayed on the broken city.
"It's okay." Sangis's voice was a little hoarse, but every word was clear. "Thanks to Master Silver Radiance Dragon God, most of them have settled down.
The injured have been placed in temporary medical stations, and food and water have been transported from nearby towns. The monster fragments that fell from the spiral are being cleaned up by manpower."
Valerirus nodded.
He was silent for a moment, and then sighed. The breath exhaled from his throat and condensed into a white mist in the cold morning air.
"Are these 'natural disasters' a bit too frequent?"
Those black spirals suddenly disappeared again.
As if someone unplugged the power, the twisted pillars inserted into the ground dimmed at the same time, and the monsters pouring out of the pillars also stopped pouring out.
Valerirus looked at the slowly extinguishing spiral debris and made a judgment in his mind.
It was probably handled by His Majesty King Ghidorah.
Valerirus doesn't know exactly what King Ghidorah did, but he knows that King Ghidorah did it.
These days have become more and more magical.
Valerirus thought in his heart. He has lived for thousands of years and has experienced all the disasters that a Dragons emperor may experience.
But what happened during this time... was more than what he had experienced in the past thousands of years combined.
Is he old? His scales are no longer as smooth and shiny as they were when he was young, and his horns are no longer as sharp as they were when he was young. The tips are blunted.
It's probably time to retire.
Valerirus thought in his heart. Give the throne to a certain heir, find a quiet place, lie down, bask in the sun, and sleep.
Then he thought about his descendants...
Just forget it.
Valerirus sighed inwardly and pushed the idea of "retirement" out of his mind.
None of his heirs are qualified, so what will happen to the Vagrian Empire's future? Who will take on the great responsibility? Should His Majesty King Ghidorah's big red bird be the emperor?
The picture of Rodan sitting on the throne appeared in Valerirus's mind. The picture was so beautiful that he did not dare to look at it.
He shook his head and shook the image out of his mind.
Valerirus suddenly feels worried about the future of the country...
Huh? Huh?
Valerirus originally wanted to tell Sangis to prepare something - such as a letter of thanks to Silver Radiance Dragon God, such as a letter of condolences to representatives of various countries, such as funding for reconstruction of disaster-stricken cities...
But he suddenly felt something.
Something unusual happened nearby.
Valerirus Look at the broken city. There is nothing there. His brows furrowed, and he was sure he felt something.
After a while, there was still nothing abnormal.
Valerirus doubts himself a little. Is it really time for him to retire?
His perception decreased, hallucinations appeared, and he couldn't even tell whether there was someone there. His brows furrowed even more tightly.
Valerirus turned his head and looked in the other direction.
To the north of the city, above the farmland destroyed by the black monster, two huge guys were flying over.
Your Excellency Voraksa and Your Excellency Valeria.
Valerirus looked at the two approaching figures, and his eyes paused on Voraksa.
This ancient being, known as "Dragon of Destruction", has been wandering around during the time when His Majesty King Ghidorah left.
And Valeria, that purple crystal dragon, has been following Voraksa, like his little brother.
They flew closer and landed on the city wall. Voraksa's claws stepped on the gravel, crushing the already broken stones even more.
The dark yellow vertical pupils of his eyes swept over Valerirus.
Valerirus looked at these two ancient dragons who had just returned from afar, and thought about another thing - when will His Majesty King Ghidorah come back?
The perspective returns here.
King Ghidorah looked at the scene in front of him, a little confused.
His three heads turned at the same time, and his six golden pupils swept across the "little monsters" running on the plain, and then his eyes fell on Serta.
"Didn't you send us back?" King Ghidorah's telepathy sounded, with a tone of "please explain".
"Where did this come from? This is not Yilisai."
Serta stood next to him, holding his knees with his hands, breathing heavily.
"Uh--" Serta raised his head, looked at King Ghidorah, and curved the corner of his mouth. That smile was not "satisfied", but "awkward".
"Let me slow down first..."
Just now, Serta opened "World Travel" and was ready to take them back to Yilisai.
He confirmed three times to confirm that the coordinates were correct, that the direction of the passage was correct, and that the exit at the other end should be near Vagrian City from Yilisai.
Then he opened the passage, and they walked in, and here they stood.
King Ghidorah looked at the surrounding environment.
The vast plain stretches as far as the eye can see, with only a layer of grey-brown, hard soil that looks like it has been repeatedly crushed by something.
There are some short, gray-green grass growing on the soil. The grass is not high, just below the ankle, and makes a rustling sound in the wind.
There are countless "little monsters" running around on the plain.
They run, forage, fight, and mate on the plains. Their intelligence is not high, and their strength is not strong, which is roughly equivalent to the level of third- and fourth-level monsters of Yilisai.
But their living conditions look very primitive, very natural, and very "wild".
This is not Yilisai.
King Ghidorah's perception told him that the energy flowing in the surrounding environment was not "magic", but another kind of energy that was thinner and more dispersed.
The energy here is very strange, like the remaining embers that have not completely dissipated after the collapse of a certain Civilization.
"Here..." Serta straightened up, breathing softer than before, but still breathing. "I've never been here before. It's a bit strange."
"Strange?" King Ghidorah asked.
Serta's fingers scratched in front of him, and those dark golden light traces left a slender, dissipating trail in the air.
He looked at the trajectories and frowned. "The channel of World Travel is stable and the coordinates are accurate. Logically speaking, we should be sent to Yilisai."
But halfway through, the channel fluctuated - not 'unstable', but 'interfered'.
Something diverted our path as we passed through the passage."
"It's like... someone dug a hole in the road and we fell into it."
King Ghidorah looked at Serta, and then his three heads clicked at the same time.
"Okay... now that you're here, don't leave yet. Let's see what's going on here first."
Godzilla stood next to him and nodded. The movement was not big, but it was very clear.
Tiamat didn't nod. What she meant was: Whatever, I'll follow anyway.
"That's fine." Serta raised his hands.
Those dark golden light traces jumped out from his fingertips and intertwined into several complex rune arrays in the air. The arrays rotated for a while, then turned into several slender light chains and flew towards the distant sky.
The speed of the light chain is very fast, leaving several dark golden trails in the sky. They are exploring the situation of this world.
King Ghidorah suddenly opened its wings and flew into the sky.
The body rose from the ground, and the "little monsters" running nearby were picked up by his airflow, turned several times in the air, then landed on the ground, turned dizzy and ran away into the distance.
A huge storm quickly formed around his body, and the black clouds surged out from under his wings and spread in all directions, covering the entire plain sky in less than a few breaths.
A black storm soon filled the sky.
Those dark clouds are thick, gray-black, and their edges are constantly rolling.
The wind blew outward from the center of the storm, so fast that the "little monsters" were blown around, and some were picked up and thrown far away.
Countless ferocious beasts fled in front of the power that changed the weather. Their instincts told them: That thing in the sky is very dangerous, so run away.
King Ghidorah hovered in the center of the storm and looked at the surrounding environment. It must be the plain where normal monsters live.
Is this bringing him to a "monster" world?
Then, an energy he was very familiar with.
Not "magic aura" or anything like that, but - electricity.
His perception captured the signal in the distance. Yes, in the distance, there was a huge accumulation of electricity.
The electricity is distributed over a large area, like there is a building there - no.
There are many power stations.
King Ghidorah accelerates rapidly.
His wings flapped violently, and his body rushed out from the center of the storm, flying in that direction like a golden cannonball.
Those black clouds trailed behind him.
Godzilla and Tiamat, who were slowly moving on the ground, noticed.
Godzilla raised his head, looking at the golden figure that was speeding away with his amber eyes.
King Ghidorah flies very fast.
The plains turned into lines flying backwards in his sight.
As the outlines of distant cities became clearer and clearer in his sight, he could soon notice some more "familiar" things.
Distant city.
Cities where humans live, those modern cities made of steel, concrete, and glass.
Those high-rise buildings shine in the sun, and those windows reflect the sun's rays, like countless tiny, twinkling stars.
There were people walking on those streets and cars running on those roads.
Those electric lights are bright - you can't see the lights during the day, but King Ghidorah's perception can capture the current flowing in those wires, the burning coal and rotating water turbines in those power stations, and the huge power consumption in those cities.
Very familiar.
These cities - those tall buildings, those streets, those wires, those vehicles - were so similar to the "Earth" in his memory.
It's not "exactly the same", but "similar in shape". The design styles of these buildings, the shapes of these vehicles, and the way of life of human beings are all highly similar to the earth in his memory.
King Ghidorah was hovering over the city, its wings slowly flapping, and its three heads lowered at the same time, looking at the forest made of steel and concrete below.
Serta, who followed, saw those cities. His expression turned into shock. He flew next to King Ghidorah and hovered in mid-air.
"This... here..."
King Ghidorah ignored him.
His eyes still stayed on those cities, on those high-rise buildings, and on those human beings walking on the streets.
"Boss Goji. This is--"
He paused.
"Let's do it until 'Earth' comes?"