"Wait a minute, who is the Lord of Destruction? I am King of the Monsters."
The head in the middle of King Ghidorah turned suddenly, and six golden vertical pupils locked on Voraksa at the same time.
Voraksa's body froze, not the kind of "too scared to move" kind of stiffness, but the kind of "I think I said something wrong but I'm not sure where I made the mistake, so don't move yet" kind of stiffness.
Four dark red eyes quickly turned around in their sockets.
"Okay, great King of the Monsters." Voraksa's voice immediately connected, and it was so smooth that he had practiced this call many times.
King Ghidorah looked at him for two seconds, then withdrew his gaze and focused on the palace gate in front of him again. The two stone gates were over a hundred meters tall, with reliefs of giant dragons and mountain peaks carved on their surfaces.
The lines are rough and the style is simple. It is not the kind of meticulous craftsmanship, but the kind of thickness that is carved out with one knife and has the texture of the stone itself.
The door gap was very narrow, so narrow that King Ghidorah had to turn sideways to squeeze in. He put his right front paw on the door gap and tried, but the door did not move.
It's not that he can't push it, but he doesn't want to push it with brute force - this is his future residence, and he doesn't want to tear down the door on the first day.
"This palace was the palace of a giant in that era." Voraksa's voice came from behind, "It has a long history and rich wealth--"
"Then who lives now?" King Ghidorah interrupted him.
"Of course it's you, King of the Monsters."
King Ghidorah's three heads turned to look at him together. Three pairs of golden vertical pupils and six gazes fell on Voraksa from three different angles at the same time.
It was like three knives placed on the neck from different directions at the same time. It was not heavy, but very cold. Voraksa felt that his scales stood up at that moment.
"I mean, before I came." King Ghidorah said. His tone was very calm, but the subtext of "If you keep going around with me, I will lose your other wing", Voraksa could clearly hear it.
Voraksa's mouth twitched. It wasn't a smile, it was the kind of "why can't I control this mouth" twitching with a hint of regret. He knew he shouldn't say those unnecessary words, but he couldn't control it.
He has lived for so many years, met so many gods, and been sealed for so long. His social skills are still stuck in the age of gods - in that era, it was basic etiquette to use gorgeous words and flattery to compliment the superior.
This seems to be less popular in this day and age.
"Oh... that's the red... dragon beast." Voraksa's voice contained a hint of disgust that he didn't realize he had.
That guy, Voraksa, mentally labeled Red Dragon Emperor. Although he claimed to be a red dragon, in Voraksa's eyes, his bloodline was almost as thin as the dragon beasts of his era.
The purity of a dragon depends on the color of its scales, the shape of its horns, the color of its pupils... everything about this thing is wrong.
It seems that no one can distinguish the purity of a dragon in this era, but Voraksa can. He could tell it at a glance - the blood purity of this red dragon was only one-tenth of that of the real dragons in the age of gods, which was pitifully weak.
Voraksa turned around and flew eastward.
Red Dragon Emperor was still lying there, lying on the granite floor stained red by his own blood. His body no longer twitched. It wasn't that he had recovered, but that he no longer had the strength to twitch.
The chest was still heaving together, as if he was afraid that if he used any more strength, he would use up his last breath. Voraksa flew over and clasped Red Dragon Emperor's neck with one of his front paws.
The tips of the claws were embedded in the gaps between the scales and clasped tightly, like carrying a chicken to be slaughtered. Red Dragon Emperor's body hung weakly under Voraksa's claws, with its limbs facing down and its tail dragging on the ground.
Voraksa lifted Red Dragon Emperor in front of King Ghidorah and released his claws. Red Dragon Emperor fell to the ground with a dull, wet sound. His body bounced when it landed and then stopped moving.
King Ghidorah lowered his head.
Red Dragon Emperor was lying in front of his feet. The red scales still maintained the burning luster under the dim light, but the luster was dimming little by little, like a piece of cooling coal.
His size is actually not small. If placed in the human world, he would still be a giant. His wingspan is enough to cover a small castle, his breath is enough to melt steel, and his majesty is enough to make a city tremble in his shadow.
But at this moment, in front of King Ghidorah's feet, he looked like a kitten that had been picked up by a big cat, had not yet been weaned, and fell to the ground unable to get up.
King Ghidorah even felt that as long as he was not careful, he would step on it and crush this red dragon that had lived for countless years into a meat pie.
"It's quite small. It's almost like a cat." King Ghidorah said. He was not sure why he thought of the metaphor "cat".
Maybe it's because the red dragon curled up on the ground, with its limbs weak and its tail drooping, does look a bit like a stunned cat that was thrown from a high place.
King Ghidorah stretched out the tip of one claw and saw that the red dragon's eyes were open, and the pupils were not dilated and were still rotating. Between the fear and pain, there was still a hint of stubbornness that was not willing to give in.
But it couldn't do anything. Its body was no longer in control. One or two of its ribs were broken, its throat was crushed, and even its breathing was leaking from the fracture.
"Tell me. Well, can you still speak?" King Ghidorah looked at this guy, as if he was about to die. Red Dragon Emperor tried hard to raise his head. There was a slight sound of bones rubbing against bones in his neck, crunching, crunching, like two rough stones grinding against each other.
His mouth was open, but there was no sound. The throat was broken, the vocal cords were broken, and the air was squeezed out from the broken part of the throat, making a hissing sound like air leakage.
Valerirus used a lot of effort to lift his head up enough to see the two giant beasts in front of him.
He was sleeping soundly in the palace just now. The afternoon sun shone in through the cracks in the dome and fell on his scales, making it warm.
He had a dream. In the dream, he was flying over a golden wheat field. The wheat waves rolled and the wind blew through his wings. Then a roar woke him up.
Then... the black dragon that appeared out of nowhere swooped down from the sky and slapped him in the face - no, slapped him on the neck.
Before he even had time to resist, his body had already flown out. When he landed, he was already in the ruins.
Valerirus I can't figure it out. He is the oldest dragon in this continent. He has lived for nearly three thousand years and ruled this country for more than a thousand years.
He thought that he was the only being standing at the top of this continent, and that he no longer needed to look up to anything. There were actually similar people that he didn't know about?
There was no black dragon in his memory that was so big and could slap him away with one palm. Where did this black guy come from? Did it fall from the starry sky? Or did it wake up from some ancient seal? He didn't know.
Then, the second one came. The golden beast with three heads, so big that he thought it couldn't even fit in his own palace.
When he saw the golden giant beast, the first thought that flashed through his mind was not fear, but disbelief and impossibility.
Are there so many bizarre things on this continent? During the long years of ruling this land, he traveled to every corner of the continent, dived into the deepest trenches, climbed over the highest mountains, and climbed over the oldest ruins.
He thought he had seen everything worth seeing. Now he knew he had seen nothing.
It's impossible... Valerirus's pupils shook violently. Could it be the awakening ancient gods? It's not impossible.
The recent abnormality and the guy in front of me all confirm the idea - something has woken up from its deep sleep. In this era when the gods have long since disappeared, something has woken up from a deep sleep that is older than the gods.
His pupils fell into a void after the earthquake. It was not calm, but resignation. The kind of resignation that "things have reached this point, and there is no use for me to do anything."
His era ended, not slowly, but with a slap in the face.
"It looks like I can't speak anymore. Forget it." King Ghidorah didn't look at Red Dragon Emperor anymore, turned around and walked towards the palace gate. The gate was still there, the two stone doors were tightly closed, and the door gap was so narrow that even the tips of his claws couldn't fit through.
He just stood still in front of the door, with three heads raised at the same time, looking at the reliefs on the door. The giant dragon spreading its wings on the left, the towering mountain peak on the right.
The style of carving reminded him of the ancient reliefs he saw in museums in his previous life.
Voraksa followed him, still holding the half-dead red "kitten" in his paws. He noticed that King Ghidorah stopped at the door, noticed that all three of his heads were looking at the door, and noticed that he had no intention of pushing the door open.
Voraksa's brain raced for a few times, and then he did something he thought he should do - he lifted Red Dragon Emperor and put Red Dragon Emperor's head to the crack of the door.
Click.
Red Dragon Emperor's head was pressed against the crack of the door, and the scales rubbed against the stone door, making a harsh sound. Valerirus's eyes suddenly widened, not because of pain, but because of humiliation.
The door slid open to both sides. The door shaft made a dull, rumbling sound when it rotated, like a machine that had not been oiled for a long time being forcibly started.
"Huh? And it also has facial recognition?" King Ghidorah said, his tone was very calm, but there was a kind of "this world is quite good at living in this world" and a faint surprise in his golden vertical pupils. He walked through the door and stepped into the palace.
The height of the interior of the palace is more than 600 meters. The dome is arched with gentle and stretched arcs, like a huge upside-down shield. The dome is inlaid with countless luminous gems. The light of the gems is warm white, uniform and not dazzling.
The space from the ground to the dome is so wide that it is suffocating. Not to mention standing and walking, it is more than enough to fly here. King Ghidorah does not need to fly here, he is just walking inside.
His footsteps echoed in the empty hall, low and slow, one after another.
Needless to say, the buildings here are quite solid.
The sound hit the stone wall, bounced back, and bounced back again, forming sound wave ripples that gradually dissipated in circles.
The floor of the hall is paved with huge stone slabs. The surface of the stone slabs has been worn smooth by the years, so smooth that it can reflect his blurry reflection - golden outline, three heads, and a pair of vertical pupils burning in the darkness.
The walls are dark red, not paint, but the color of the stone itself. The dark red granite has fine, natural textures on the stone surface, like palm prints on the earth.
There are no windows on the wall, only a few huge tapestries hanging from the dome to the ground, with different widths. The tapestry is woven with the image of Red Dragon Emperor - not fighting, not hunting, but accepting worship.
The foreigners who surrendered, the believers who presented treasures, the knights who knelt down, and the mages who burned incense. King Ghidorah walked past those tapestries without looking at them.
He glanced at it with his peripheral vision, and then looked away. The stories told by those tapestries had nothing to do with him. He was King of the Monsters, and he didn't need the tapestries to tell others who he was.
There is an arch at the end of the hall, and behind the arch is the side hall. The side hall is smaller than the main hall, but only one-third smaller. King Ghidorah Walk in, and the floor of the side hall is filled with treasures.
The mountain of gold coins is golden and shiny, like a flowing sand dune under the light of gems. The gems are scattered among the piles of gold coins, red, blue, and purple, each one is the size of a fist, and the cut surface reflects a rainbow-like light under the light.
Weapons and armor were piled in the corner, and the gems inlaid on the armor reflected the soft light in the room, like the twinkling stars in the night sky.
In addition, there are countless works of art and antiques - exquisitely carved stone statues, long-lost famous paintings, and clay tablets with ancient texts. The entire palace is like a huge treasure house.
"Oh." King Ghidorah said. It was a single word, the tone was not serious, but it had the meaning of "I'll go, there are so many".
King Ghidorah looked at it for a while, turned around and walked out.
King Ghidorah came out of the side hall and wandered around the palace for a while. He went to the side hall. There was a huge bathing pool in the side hall. The water in the pool was crystal clear and steaming. The rocks at the bottom were washed by the water and were as smooth as jade.
He went to the rooftop, which is at the highest point of the palace. Standing on it, you can see the entire Vagrian City.
King Ghidorah Come down from the rooftop and return to the main hall.
Voraksa is still standing at the door, still holding the red dragon in his paws. The red dragon has completely stopped moving, and even the rise and fall of the chest is barely visible.
His eyes were half-open, and his pupils were dilated, but he was still alive, living very reluctantly.
King Ghidorah looked at Voraksa, then looked at the one under his paw.
"Cure it for me, and I'll ask him something." King Ghidorah said. His tone was casual, as if he was saying, "Wash this dress, I'll wear it tomorrow."
Voraksa was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the red dragon under its claws, and let out a very soft, almost inaudible sigh - "Tsk". I should have known better.
He didn't hold back when he struck, not because he wanted to kill him, but because he hadn't fought in a long time and his hands were very weak.
When he slapped his claws out, what he was thinking in his mind was "just slap him and he will be stunned", but when his claws fell, his body automatically used all his strength.
"Ah... yes, yes." Voraksa said, his voice was very soft, with a kind of resignation that "I will take care of the trouble I caused".
King Ghidorah walked back to the main hall and put away his two tails. The tails were very long and curled up at his feet, like two golden snakes that were still swaying slightly. He walked to the throne at the end of the hall, turned around, and sat down.
The throne was larger than he expected. Although Red Dragon Emperor was much smaller than him, it was still a giant in front of humans. The throne was naturally designed according to the size of a dragon.
King Ghidorah sat on it. Although it was not crowded, he always felt uncomfortable leaning against it. However, there was no second chair in this palace, and he was not interested in asking Voraksa to build one now.
Forget it, just sit there, he's not the kind of person to be picky about chairs anyway.
"Not bad. It's enough for me to sit on." King Ghidorah said. His three heads were leaning on the back of the chair, the middle one was leaning on the highest part, the left one was leaning on the left armrest, and the right head had no place to lean on and was hanging outside the armrest.
He took back the right one and placed it on top of the middle one.
The three heads rearranged and combined, and finally found a position that was not comfortable but acceptable. He sat on the throne and scanned the interior of the palace with his six golden vertical pupils.
But... King Ghidorah was thinking in his mind. If that doesn't work, it needs to be changed, and the same goes for that.
The tapestry he was referring to was a tapestry depicting the scene of Red Dragon Emperor accepting worship. It hung on the right side of his throne. He could see this guy every time he turned around.
He didn't like that scene. It wasn't that Red Dragon Emperor was unworthy of worship, but that this was his palace and other people's portraits shouldn't appear on his throne.
And that door, the height and width of the door are not enough. He has to turn sideways every time he enters, which is too troublesome.
The doorway must be widened, at least to 1.5 times the current size. And that wall, the wall on the east side of the main hall, is covered with portraits of Red Dragon Emperor. From the moment he entered the door to the moment he walked to the throne, King Ghidorah was stared at by the red guy.
Those pictures need to be taken down and replaced with some landscapes, or nothing at all. And--
"Huh?"
King Ghidorah's thoughts were interrupted. His eyes fell on the corner of the main hall. There was a pillar there, and there were several... things huddled in the shadow of the pillar.