Giant Dragon Lord: Starting from Daily Intelligence

Chapter 652: Chapter 468: Spatial Rampage and the Mountain Giant Gadru

One second, the sky was cloudless, a stretch of clear azure.

The next, a heart-pounding, oppressive feeling descended without warning, blanketing the entire world.

The wind stopped.

In the camp, the bonfire flames stopped dancing, becoming a stiff, eerie cluster of orange-red.

Gordo and Ug, who were wrestling, abruptly froze. They stopped their match in unison.

Every Giant in the camp—whether they were talking, roughhousing, or polishing their weapons—halted what they were doing.

Everyone’s gaze, as if by instinct, turned to the northern sky.

Cardona, who had been about to take a step, froze with his foot in midair.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with sheer terror.

In the northern sky, high above the rolling peaks of the Black Stone Mountain Range.

The canopy of the sky, once as pure as a sapphire, was twisting and warping at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Like a piece of glass tossed into a high-temperature Melting Furnace.

Then.

”RRRRIP!”

A sharp, piercing shriek, like the sound of tearing fabric, echoed from the distant horizon.

A fine, ink-black fissure materialized out of thin air above the mountains.

The instant the fissure appeared, it spread and expanded in all directions with incredible speed, like a living vine run rampant.

One!

Ten!

A hundred!

A thousand!

In the blink of an eye, the sky above the Black Stone Mountain Range—an area spanning thousands of miles—shattered completely.

Jagged spatial rifts, like billions of black thunderbolts, writhed and intertwined, tearing the entire sky into a fragmented, despair-inducing puzzle.

A storm spanning thousands of miles, an unprecedented...

...spatial storm, had arrived.

On the roof of the Lord’s Mansion.

It was the highest point in all of Black Stone City, with an expansive view that took in the silhouette of more than half the Black Stone Mountain Range.

Raylo stood at the edge of the balcony, his hands clasped behind his back.

He calmly observed the apocalyptic scene unfolding on the northern horizon.

At his feet, three small, furry creatures struck different poses.

Moonlight’s body was arched, its snow-white fur stirring though there was no wind. Its pale gold eyes were locked on the north, and a low growl rumbled in its throat.

Lightning, on the other hand, was anxious and restless. It paced in circles around Raylo’s feet, tiny arcs of electricity crackling amidst its blue fur. It seemed deeply unsettled by the chaotic, violent energy in the air.

Coal Ball, however, was the most sensitive to spatial changes.

It wasn’t restless like Moonlight or Lightning. It simply sat there quietly, its small head tilted up, its ink-black eyes fixed unblinkingly on the shattered northern sky.

There was no fear in its gaze, no wariness—only a focus that bordered on fascination, as if it were admiring a grand and magnificent fireworks display.

RUMBLE...

A deep rumble echoed from the center of the storm.

It wasn’t thunder, but the agonized groan of space itself as it was shattered and underwent Reorganization.

High above the Black Stone Mountain Range, the dark spatial rifts, like the gaping maws of Giant Beasts, ravenously devoured everything around them.

Light, clouds, air...

Anything that drew near the rifts was instantly distorted, stretched, and then mercilessly sucked into the unknown void beyond.

After consuming, some rifts would then violently spew out torrents of turbulent, multicolored energy.

This energy was highly unstable. It collided and annihilated in midair, erupting in displays of brilliant yet lethal light.

The entire sky became a boiling cauldron, a thick soup of destruction and chaos.

The terrifying spatial storm raged for nearly three full hours.

For those three hours, the entire Black Stone Territory was shrouded in an oppressive, panicked atmosphere.

The citizens hid in their tents and newly built houses, peering in terror through the cracks in their doors and windows at the bizarre, Purgatory-like northern sky.

The Knights, fully armed, stood guard on the city walls, anxiously monitoring the storm’s movements, ready to respond to any unexpected developments.

Finally, as the sun began to set in the west, the spatial storm that had raged for hours began to slowly subside.

In the sky, the jagged black rifts began to shrink and heal, receding like an ebbing tide.

The violent torrents of energy also gradually dissipated, fading into nothingness.

When the last, tiny spatial rift finally vanished, it was as if the entire world heaved a long sigh of relief.

The sky returned to normal, though the area ravaged by the storm had only thin clouds, revealing an expanse of azure that had been scrubbed clean to an almost eerie degree.

The wind began to stir once more.

In the distance, the chirping of insects and the warbling of birds could be heard.

The suffocating, oppressive feeling that had blanketed the world finally vanished completely.

The disaster, it seemed... was over.

The tension in Raylo’s body finally eased slightly.

He turned, stroked Moonlight’s head, and then picked up Coal Ball, who had been staring intently the whole time.

Raylo turned his gaze to the Golden Dragon Sun at his side.

”Sun.”

Beside him, Sun’s massive head turned to face him.

”Go to the Black Stone Mountain Range,”

Raylo said.

”Find the ’Black King’.”