A more violent crash came from the bottom cabin.
Those huge sea creatures - deep-sea monster fish with jagged teeth, giant turtles with barnacles on their shells, whales as big as small boats - were frantically hitting the bottom of the ship.
Every impact caused the entire battleship to tremble violently, and the planks groaned under the weight.
The sailors in the bottom cabin desperately used wooden beams to prop up the ship's planks and used buckets to plug the cracks. However, seawater still seeped in from all the cracks, and soon it was up to the ankles, knees, and waist.
"Sir! There's water in the hold!" A soaked sailor rushed onto the deck, his face full of sea water and fear, "It can't be blocked! There are too many - there are too many of those things -"
Dawg Russ looked back at the white mist surrounding the flagship.
The fog was still so dense that he couldn't see the conditions of other ships, but he could hear - heard the cries of death, screams, and the cracking of shipboards coming from all directions.
The entire fleet, more than twenty warships, each one is suffering from the same attack.
He suddenly looked up at the sky.
A vast expanse of white.
Your Highness.
He shouted in his heart, then gritted his teeth, raised the sword in his hand, and shouted at the only dozen or so standing soldiers around him, "Hold the side of the ship! No one is allowed to retreat!"
His Highness is watching us from above--"
Before he finished speaking, a low, chest-shaking roar suddenly came from the thick fog above his head.
The sound was like distant thunder or a landslide, carrying a pressure that was not of this world and made people instinctively want to kneel on the ground.
It came from above the fog layer, penetrated the thick fog, penetrated the sounds of fighting on the deck, and penetrated everyone's violently beating heart.
King Ghidorah.
Dawg Russ was shocked and almost collapsed to the ground - not because of fear, but because of an almost ecstatic relief.
Above the thick fog, the sun shines brightly.
King Ghidorah's three heads turned downward at the same time. Six golden eyes penetrated the layers of white fog and clearly saw the tragic battle situation under the fog.
The body heat of those murlocs was like torches in the dark night, invisible to the dragon's sight.
Every ship in the fleet is surrounded by dense dark blue light spots, and there are bigger and brighter creatures constantly hitting the bottom of the ship.
Redd stood in the middle of the dragon's back, looking down at everything with an expressionless face.
He saw the murlocs - those dark blue figures rising up from the deep sea, crawling like ants on every battleship in Dawg Las.
He saw the soldiers on the deck who were desperately resisting, the sailors who were dragged into the darkness, and the dark blue and red colors surging in the sea.
He also saw the fog itself.
It's not natural fog.
Viewed from the air, the boundary of this layer of fog is extremely clear, like a huge translucent dome, enveloping the entire fleet.
The sea at the edge of the fog layer is calm and sunny, but the sea in the fog is dark and damp, as if it has been cut out of the world.
Redd's mouth twitched slightly.
This mist is filled with an extremely weak smell that ordinary people can't detect at all - not the fishy saltiness of sea water, not the stench of fishmen, but an ancient, almost decadent smell, like a mixture of old mud and some kind of rotten fish.
"It does have some tricks." Redd whispered, there was no anger in his voice, but a hint of amusement, "But that's all."
He stretched out his hand and gently patted the parietal scale of the head in the middle of King Ghidorah.
"Go down. Make the noise louder."
The three heads neighed at the same time - not an angry roar, but a low groan with excitement, like a hunter finally being allowed to take action.
King Ghidorah folded its wings and fell straight into the thick fog like a golden meteor.
The fog layer was torn apart by the hurricane.
The three-hundred-ton beast was like a red-hot knife cutting through butter, carrying a wave of air that was enough to overturn a battleship, and penetrated from the center of the thick fog.
The white mist rolled and dispersed in all directions under the beating of dragon wings, revealing a long-lost, circular sky.
The sun poured down from the hole, like a beam of light, shining straight on the sea, illuminating the entire battlefield.
Everyone saw it.
The sailors and fishmen who were fighting on the deck stopped at the same time, raised their heads, and looked up at the golden figure falling from the sky.
Those three proud heads, those six eyes burning with golden light, and those huge wings that spread out enough to cover the sky - it hovers above the sea, like a golden mountain floating in the air.
Then, it started singing.
No, that's not singing.
That was the low-frequency roar that Gravity Beams emitted when it was charging, enough to make the air start to tremble.
The three dragon heads opened their huge mouths at the same time, and golden light condensed, expanded, and compressed in their throats, like three suns about to be born.
The first beam of light fell.
It didn't hit any ship - Redd ordered not to hurt our own people.
The beam of light passed through the gap between the flagship and a nearby battleship, and shot accurately into the sea.
The sea water exploded.
That Gravity Beams was like a sword of the gods piercing the deep sea. Wherever it passed, the seawater instantly vaporized, and white steam rose into the sky, mixing with the surrounding thick fog.
The beam of light penetrates tens of meters underwater, engulfing all creatures along the way - whether they are fish-men or those giant ocean hunters.
There was no explosion, no flame, only the purest annihilation. The fish-man who was hit didn't even have time to scream, and turned into nothingness in the golden light.
After the light beam dissipated, a circular vortex with a diameter of more than ten meters was left on the sea surface.
The sea water is pouring back, and in the center of the whirlpool, the evaporated seafloor rocks still emitting white steam can be faintly seen.
King Ghidorah didn't stop.
The three heads turned in another direction at the same time, and Gravity Beams fired again.
This time, the light beam swept across the bottom of a battleship against the water, sweeping away a dozen murlocs clinging to the bottom of the ship.
Those fishmen disappeared the moment the light beam touched them, leaving not even a single scale behind.
"Ho--"
King Ghidorah The middle head let out a deafening roar, and the sound waves caused ripples on the water.
The head on the right opened its mouth at the same time, and Gravity Beams swept across the sea, cutting a deep ravine in the water and cutting off a group of huge sea monsters that were about to approach another warship.
The head on the left was even more cunning - it did not attack directly, but focused Gravity Beams on the sea around the fleet, bombarding them one after another, forming a barrier composed of golden light pillars around the fleet.