The full moon hung high.

A group of retainers stood atop the mountain, and the small mountain beneath their feet had already been blasted into a giant ravine by the red-black dragon incarnated by Losa, with the divine power of the King of Volcanoes turning it into a small volcano. Hot lava flowed everywhere in the ravines of the mountain.

As the card that shimmered with the radiance of legend fell into the mountain, an angry dragon roar burst out.

"Damn Slavic barbarians!"

As the golden radiance dissipated, everyone stared in some astonishment at the "huge" demon dragon that revealed itself, falling into a long silence. It seemed only about a meter long, and instead of a giant dragon, it looked more like a big scaly dog.

Furin glanced at Viviana beside her, "Is this the hundred-meter-long three-headed demon dragon you were talking about?"

Viviana hesitated, "Maybe it's because its power is limited like ours, so it reverted to its juvenile form?"

"According to that logic, each of us should revert to a baby form when we arrived."

Losa shook his head, "A dragon's power is tied to its size. It's not in a juvenile stage right now; it's just that its power is limited. Once its power recovers, its size will grow accordingly."

This dragon's nest, prepared in advance, wasn't prepared in vain. Losa estimated that once the three-headed demon dragon's powers were maxed out, its body size could be restored to over ten meters.

The demon dragon seemed not yet aware of what had happened and burst into a bout of self-quarreling.

The leftmost head, tinged with green, cautiously said, "Enough, stop talking, and take a look at where this is?"

"You fool, if it weren't for your senility, knowing nothing but sleep for all these years, not even having the chance to release your favorite poisonous fog, how could we have been caught off guard and dismantled by those bugs!"

The middle red-black head was filled with anger, reminiscing on how they used to be the nightmare of all of Europe, where numerous famous armies of the mundane world were incinerated by them in a matter of moments, but in the end, it was those very mortal armies, which they despised, that buried their lives.

The leftmost black-green head also erupted in tantrum, "If you had seriously studied your fire prison over these years, those ordinary people wouldn't have even had the chance to see us. How dare you claim yourself as the head of the three, the center head anyway? Do you deserve it?"

As the two heads began to bicker, the rightmost black head, still retaining a bit of sanity, shouted in rage, "You two idiots, even if you want to fight, can you not see that we're no longer in the Dragon Garden?"

"Gentlemen, don't you think you should let me say a few words?"

Losa cleared his throat, feeling unsure if the three-headed demon dragon had regressed, as its ability to perceive seemed much weaker—so weak that despite being near, it had not noticed them.

"Those filthy, stupid giants?"

"Fool, he's not a giant; we've just shrunk!"

"Urgh, this scent, it's somewhat familiar."

"An annoying smell!"

Three voices echoed in succession.

"Damn it, where's our power?"

"Why have we turned into short stubs? When we first hatched, we weren't this small! Could we have been reincarnated with memories again? Damn it, no matter how many times we live, we can't seem to escape you two."

Faced with this constantly bickering three-headed demon dragon, Losa was beginning to grow weary.

Back when he defeated the three-headed demon dragon and killed Mahmud II, he retired triumphantly and returned to boast about his accomplishments, but the current performance of the three-headed demon dragon made it seem as if he had merely defeated a foolish creature back then.

"Listen to me!"

Losa's form suddenly expanded, wings spreading out in a half-dragon transformation, diving down to easily grasp the meter-long three-headed demon dragon in his hands.

"Let go of me, you damn creature!"

"Damn it, why do I feel a sense of closeness to him? Isn't this guy supposed to be the dad we never met?"

"Fool, he's our new contractor!"

In a half-dragon transformation, under the oppressive gaze of Losa's golden eyes, the three-headed demon dragon gradually settled down. Perhaps due to its body size, being held by Losa, even its originally terrifying six eyes became much clearer.

"Ah, I remember now!"

"Yes, I remember too, you're that guy from the dream! Could you put us down first, even if you're our new contractor, this isn't how we're supposed to be treated, it violates the contract I signed with your ancestors."

The two most agitated heads spoke in turn.

The Cursed Head cursed helplessly, "Shut up, you two, he's not part of the Ottoman Family."

It said this, then looked towards Losa, "Controller of Yesterday's Giant Ship, thank you for your timely assistance, saving us from the brink of death and allowing us to be reborn. If there's any offense — I apologize on behalf of my two brothers."

Losa breathed a slight sigh of relief, at least there was hope for communication with this new retainer he took in.

"No need to be polite."

He then looked towards the other two bewildered heads of the demon dragon, and in their eyes, Losa saw nothing but clear stupidity: "We're old rivals, you should have some memory of me. Even if it was just a dream for you, it should at least help you understand my power. So, behave now, refrain from quarrelling; let's have a good conversation, okay?"

The two heads nodded hurriedly.

"Now, tell me about the world situation before you died."

The two heads still looked puzzled.

It was the Cursed Head that spoke up, "When we were awakened, it was already the fourth year of the war..."

The three-headed demon dragon's understanding of the information was quite limited, as it had not long been awakened before being blown apart by a bombardment from the Allies' army. This outdated relic stubbornly clung to its old arrogance, possessing tremendous power but barely had the chance to unleash it before being bombarded to pieces by the well-prepared opposition.

At least, however, Losa now had some understanding of the division of factions in the so-called war to end all wars in Yesterday's Giant Ship World.

Exactly how it broke out was still unclear; this old dragon had resided in the Dragon Garden ever since Great Emperor Suleiman died, spending its days lounging and riding female dragons, food being supplied by the Ottoman's specially stationed Imperial Guard in the Dragon Garden.

On one side was the German Federation under Habsburg rule, and on the other was the continental hegemon of great flourishing Europe, uniting with Spain, and occupying half of Africa as the French Empire.

The British Empire was joining forces with Habsburg, both jointly opposing the Franco-Russian Alliance.

Among the secondary powers participating, there was the Eastern European Boli Federation, Prussia, and the Baltic Sea's Teutonic Knight Order Country. The sun was setting upon the Ottoman Empire, having lost the entire Crimea Peninsula and Caucasus Region to Tsarist Russia, and having seen its Balkans territory declare independence one after another, was now paralyzed.

If the colonies were included, the Thirteen Colonies of the British Empire also counted as significant secondary powers.

In the Franco-Russian Treaty faction, the only secondary power was Spain, led by the Bourbon Family Emperor, and known as the Sunset Empire.

Historically, Italy was still in the hands of the Wolf Race, and the Balkans remained within the control range of the Blood Royal Court. No matter how this world war erupted, the powder keg in the Balkans probably wouldn't explode.

Unlike the historical Kaiser Wilhelm II, the old Emperor of the Habsburg Family, though somewhat weak, had decent diplomatic means.