Unfortunately, Lys people are not fooled.
Their fleet always remained in the open sea, moving steadily and steadily, consuming Dawg Lass' combat power bit by bit.
"She has some brains." Redd smiled coldly and patted King Ghidorah on the back, "Can you see clearly? Those boats with dark blue hulls are ours.
The boat with a light blue hull and a woman's flag is the enemy."
King Ghidorah's three heads shook at the same time, and a trace of almost human impatience flashed in the six golden eyes - those eyes clearly said: We are not stupid.
Redd raised the corners of his mouth slightly. "That's good. Be quieter."
Before he finished speaking, King Ghidorah had already moved.
The huge wings suddenly folded in, and the three-hundred-ton body dived downwards like a meteorite.
The air friction on the surface of the dragon scales produced a sharp whistling sound, which penetrated the clouds like the horn of death. The sailors on the sea subconsciously raised their heads--
Then, they saw the end.
The three dragon heads opened at the same time, and golden light condensed in the throat.
The next moment, three Gravity Beamss fell from the sky like divine swords of punishment, accurately cutting into the center of the Lys fleet.
There was no explosion, no flame, only the purest tearing force - the hit warship was like a toy crushed by invisible giant hands. The keel was broken, the ship's planks were scattered, and the seawater flowed upstream under the influence of gravity, forming a short-lived vortex.
With just one salvo, the core formation of the Lys fleet completely collapsed.
The eight main battleships turned into piles of debris floating on the sea in the blink of an eye.
King Ghidorah didn't stop.
It's so fast - so fast that it's almost impossible for the human eye to catch it.
The huge body brushed against the mast of a Lys battleship, and its right wing was like a god's blade, cutting in from the bow and piercing out from the stern.
The thick oak planks were as thin as cicada wings in front of the dragon wings, and the entire battleship was split into two with a harsh tearing sound.
The sailors on the ship didn't even have time to scream before they were swept into the icy water.
The left wing also cut open the side of another battleship.
King Ghidorah's three heads rotated individually, with a clear division of labor - the head on the left stared at the torn wreckage, the head in the middle looked for the next target, and the head on the right watched vigilantly at Dawg's fleet in the distance to ensure there would be no accidental damage.
One ship, two ships, three ships...
Lys people's warships are like children's toys in front of King Ghidorah.
They are too big to dodge; they are too slow to escape.
Every dive and every wingspan meant the destruction of at least two battleships.
Gravity Beams sometimes fires volleys, sometimes single shots. Under the precise control of Dragon King, every attack lands in the most lethal position.
Tea Kung Fu.
When the last flag of the God of Lust fell into the sea along with the broken mast, the entire Lys fleet ceased to exist.
More than thirty warships, now only a mess of wreckage remains.
Broken wooden boards, scattered supplies, and struggling figures formed a shocking floating island on the blue sea.
Only a few sailors - those with the quickest reflexes and the best water skills - jumped into the sea before the battleship sank.
They hugged the broken wooden board and looked at the giant slowly hovering in the sky in horror, waiting for the next round of attacks.
But King Ghidorah didn't look at them again.
Three heads turned at the same time, six golden eyes swept over the survivors, and then moved away indifferently.
In their eyes, these people were already dead - either dead by their claws or by the cruelty of the sea itself.
Redd lowered his head and glanced at the small black dots floating in the sea water, and said calmly, "Let's go."
King Ghidorah spread its wings and began to climb.
Below, on the deck of the Dawg Russ fleet, all the sailors stood blankly, looking up at the giant beast that was gradually moving away.
Some people's legs were weak and they fell down on the deck; some were muttering to themselves and making prayer gestures; and some - Dawg Lars himself - lowered their heads deeply and paid the highest respect to the figure standing on the dragon's back.
And those survivors were swimming desperately to the nearest coast.
But they all know that it takes at least three days and three nights to swim from here to Lys.
And in this sea area, there has always been no shortage of deep-sea hunters who feed on humans.
The first scream sounded after King Ghidorah's figure completely disappeared into the clouds.
Below, on the deck of the Dawg Russ fleet flagship "Dragon Head", fleet commander Dawg Russ raised his head and watched the figure of the giant beast gradually go away.
His mouth was half open, but no sound came out of his throat.
He recognized that figure.
King Ghidorah--Dragon King Redd's mount, three giant dragons, a legendary existence.
Dawg Russ has been following Redd for three years. During these three years, he has seen King Ghidorah countless times.
The giant beast always lay lazily next to Redd, occasionally rubbing its middle head against Redd's palm, or the three heads would fight with each other for food, making whining sounds like a cub.
Most of the time, it is just sleeping - curled up into a huge ball, snoring loudly, drooling everywhere, just like an oversized pet.
Dawg Lars even joked with his colleagues in private: The dragon that our Lord Dragon King raised is probably not just a decoration, right?
Apart from being bigger, what's the difference between him and the local dog from Lao Wang's house at the entrance of the village?
However, just now, that "native dog" slaughtered a fleet of thirty warships over a cup of tea.
Dawg Lars watched with his own eyes as the three dragon heads opened and closed at the same time, three golden rays of light fell, and the eight main battleships instantly shattered - not sunk, but shattered, like dry bread being crushed.
He watched with his own eyes as those huge wings flew across the fleet of the Lys people. Wherever they passed, the hulls of the ships were broken, the masts were toppled, and human bodies were scattered.
From beginning to end, King Ghidorah didn't even land once.
From beginning to end, those Lys people had no room to fight back.
From the beginning to the end, the expressions of the three heads were extremely calm, as if they were doing something ordinary - just as ordinary as lying down lazily and taking a nap.
Dawg Lars's legs began to tremble.
It wasn't because he was afraid of King Ghidorah's power - that kind of power was indeed terrifying, but what really made him tremble was another thought: such a monster would actually act coquettishly towards Redd.
Such a monster would actually rub Redd's palm. Such a monster would actually make a purring sound like a cub in front of Redd.
Then what kind of existence should Redd himself be?
Dawg Si shuddered suddenly.
He remembered that he had received several boxes of jewelry from Lys people, that he had once complained after drinking that Redd was too young and did not know how to fight, and that he had thought about it in his mind - if Redd loses power one day, which side should he join...