King Ghidorah was lying directly in the palace. He was not sitting on the throne, but lying down.
The three heads each found a comfortable position - the middle one was pillowed on the right armrest of the throne, the left one was resting on the middle one's neck, and the right one was hanging outside the armrest.
His body was spread diagonally on the floor of the hall, and his tail snaked out from under the throne, extending along the central axis of the hall to the door. The tip of his tail was slightly raised, like a big golden snake that was asleep and still alert for something.
The sun poured down from the gems on the dome, making it warm.
The hall was very quiet. Sangis stood a few steps below the throne, holding a stack of documents in both hands and reporting on the progress of the past few days.
"Your Majesty, we have issued notification documents to all countries in the mainland. Karelia, Saint Junxi, Victoria, Vostok, Liushan City-State Alliance, Nordheim, Zalan Khanate, all have been confirmed to have been received.
Next, they should all send envoys to the capital to meet with His Majesty in accordance with their respective diplomatic standards and habits."
King Ghidorah The head in the middle moved slightly, lifted up from the armrest a little, and then fell back down. "Oh, let them come." There was no expectation in his tone.
Sangis sighed silently behind the document. This Majesty can indeed be so leisurely and relaxed, after all, he really has this strength.
When envoys from mainland China arrived, he did not need to receive them in person, host banquets, or greet them with polite greetings.
He only needs to sit on the throne, or lie on the throne, with his three heads drooped, and say a few words in a tone of "I understand."
After the envoys return, they will write a long, detailed, and respectful report, portraying the new emperor of the empire as an unfathomable, majestic, and awe-worthy existence.
And this awe-worthy being was drawing circles on the floor with the tip of his tail.
"Then, Your Majesty, our preparations..."
"How did you fix it before? How will you fix it now?" King Ghidorah's telepathy was filled with a hint of impatience that "You have to ask me about such a small thing."
"When it's time to roll out the red carpet, when it's time to play music, I won't interfere, nor will I dislike it."
Sangis's mouth moved slightly, not sure whether he wanted to laugh or sigh. "Yes. I will leave first."
She gathered the documents in her arms, bowed slightly, turned around and walked towards the entrance of the hall. Her pace was so fast that the corners of her robe floated up.
She has too many things to deal with. Documents need to be filed, envoys need to be accommodated, banquets need to be arranged, gifts need to be registered, and gifts need to be registered. She also needs to communicate with the old foxes at Senate - the new emperor does not intend to see them, and they are very unhappy.
The new emperor doesn't care whether they are happy or not, but Sangis does, because many things in the empire require Senate's cooperation. She is sandwiched in the middle, like an egg squeezed between two boulders, and may break at any time.
Suddenly there was a change of emperor, and her current workload was simply explosive.
Thinking of answering the tentative letters from the nobles one by one under the lamp in the middle of the night last night, the letters taking longer than her life - her temples began to beat again.
King Ghidorah squinted his eyes and breathed the surrounding air. He actually no longer needs oxygen. As a cosmic-level Titan, his body can survive in a vacuum environment and maintain normal operation in any extreme environment.
But he retained the action of breathing. Not because of need, but because of habit.
Since he came to this world, he felt that the air here was very fresh. At first, he thought it was because he had become a monster and his senses were different, so he felt that even the air smelled good.
It was still the same after several days. Every time I took a breath, there was an indescribable and subtle feeling of satisfaction, as if something was flowing into the lungs along the trachea, and then spread from the lungs to the whole body.
It's not the satisfying feeling of being full after eating, nor the satisfying feeling of being moistened by drinking enough, but a more abstract and lower-level satisfaction.
He realized - magic. The air of this world is filled with a kind of invisible, subtle and ubiquitous energy particles.
Human beings introduce it into the body through practice and convert it into magic power, which is used to cast spells, strengthen the body, and extend life span. But he does not need to practice. King Ghidorah's body is constantly absorbing the magic power floating in the air and converting them into his own energy.
It's not an active absorption, it's the body's instinct - just like the leaves of a plant automatically capture sunlight, his scales automatically capture magic particles in the air.
The efficiency is not high, but the advantage is that it is non-stop for 24 hours, absorbing every second, and converting every second.
Although not much, this energy is different from the radiation in Legendary Universe. The radiation energy is violent, fiery, and full of destructiveness, while the magic power is gentle, flexible, and full of unknown possibilities.
The two energies met, collided and merged in his body, and his physique was changing slowly and imperceptibly.
He can feel that the speed at which he is absorbing energy is getting faster...
Of course, this change is of little significance to his strength.
He is already the ceiling of this world - no, he is not the ceiling at all, the ceiling is under his feet, he is on the roof.
To him, this little change is like pouring a glass of water into the ocean.
King Ghidorah's consciousness was withdrawn from his body and dispersed in the hall again. Now he wants Fat Godzilla to come here and fight with him.
If that guy comes, will he also be affected by the magic of this world? Will he become stronger? Will he grow a third head?
King Ghidorah thought about it and felt that the picture of Godzilla with three heads was too inconsistent, so forget it.
He changed his posture, and the head on the right side was retracted from the armrest. The three heads were rearranged and combined.
By the way, there's also...
In an area far away from the city, the sky was gray and the clouds were low. The wind blew from the wilderness, carrying the dry smell of gravel and dead grass. Several crooked-neck trees poked at the horizon, and their crowns were blown by the wind like crooked flags.
There was a group of people standing on the wasteland. There were not many, seven or eight people. They were all wearing dark robes with their hoods pulled down so low that their faces could not be seen clearly. The leader was a woman, not tall, but standing very straight.
The collar and cuffs of the robe are trimmed with dark silver, and a small, dark red badge is pinned to the chest. What pattern is engraved on the badge cannot be seen clearly in the dim light.
She looked at the shadow in front of her that was thicker than elsewhere, and spoke, her voice not loud, but in this empty wasteland, every word was carried far away by the wind.
"Hello."
There was no answer. The shadow stayed there quietly, like a piece of solidified ink.
"Venerable An."
The shadow moved. It wasn't like it was walking out of the shadow, but it was like the shadow itself was a person. He stood up slowly from a squatting or sitting position, and stood up from the ground.
Purple robe, black armor, the corners of the robe fluttering gently in the wind, and the edges of the armor glowed with a cold light.
The helmet completely covered his face, without any identifiable features. There were only two narrow, V-shaped gaps at the position of his eyes. There was bottomless darkness in the gaps, and it was impossible to tell whether anyone was looking inside.
The woman did not back down. "We can agree to all your conditions."
"Oh?" One word came from the head covered with a mask. After the sound was filtered by the mask, only a metallic, emotionless buzzing sound was left, like something reverberating in an empty room.
"There was an accident... at your place?" Venerable An spoke again.
The woman was silent for a moment and nodded. "Yes. So we need you to take action."
She stretched out her hand from the sleeve of her robe. The hand was white, the fingers were slender, and the nails were neatly manicured and not painted with any color.
She held a palm-sized wooden box between her fingers. The box was dark brown, without any carvings on the surface. It was as simple as a semi-finished product that had just been taken out of a carpenter's workshop.
She handed the box over, her movements unhurried and slow, as if she were handing over an insignificant little thing.
Venerable An stretched out his hand and caught the box. His fingers pressed lightly on the lid, and the box opened. There was a layer of dark velvet inside, and a small, copper, irregular-shaped key lay on the velvet.
The key's tooth pattern is complex and ancient, like some kind of lost writing.
"[Tyrfing]. We are hiding in a stronghold. You can take the contents of this box and get it."
Venerable An closed the box and put it inside the robe. "Okay." After saying this word, he disappeared.
No, it's not "disappear", it's "retreat". His body stepped back and merged into the shadow that was deeper, thicker and heavier than him.
The shadow swayed for a moment, like ripples on the water, and then returned to calm.
Behind the woman, a man couldn't help but speak. His voice was young, with a hint of uneasiness. "Really give that thing to him? That's [Tyrfing]--"
"It doesn't matter." The woman interrupted him without looking back. Her tone was as calm as saying that the weather is nice today. "It's all worth planning. Now is a good time, isn't it?"
The person behind him was silent for a moment, and then said, "Indeed. The empire has changed its emperor now, and everything is busy. They can take this opportunity to visit Forbidden Land."
"Although the price is a bit high." Another voice drifted in.
[Tyrfing], the object found from an ancient ruins is a sword.
According to legend, in a mythical story left over from an ancient kingdom that had long been annihilated, a certain brave man took this sword and killed the King of Warcraft who was causing trouble on the continent at that time.
There is some unknown power attached to the blade, which can cut through anything - armor, shields, magic barriers, and even space itself.
But that is a myth. The myth has been passed down orally for countless generations, and each generation adds some new content, deletes some old content, exaggerates some content, and obscures some content.
The current Tyrfing is just a very old sword that has not been used for a long time. The blade is covered with rust. Maybe the mythical power still remains in the sword, or maybe it is just a scrap metal with no shape.
"Let's go and get ready."