The crossbowmen hurriedly adjusted the angle. The winch turned, the bow arm was stretched to the limit again, and the crossbow arrows were loaded into the chute.
One, two, three - five ballistae were aimed at Dawg Russ's flagship at the same time.
"Let it go!"
Five bowstrings exploded simultaneously.
Five giant crossbow arrows pierced the sky and roared towards the flagship.
Dawg Lars saw it. He saw the five black spots rising from the city wall, drawing five arcs in the sky, and then starting to fall.
Their speed was so fast that he had no time to react - he didn't even have time to close his eyes.
Then, the golden light shone.
The head on the right side of King Ghidorah suddenly opened its huge mouth, and a bolt of Gravity Beams was like a golden lightning, shot out from the stern of the ship, and swept the sky accurately.
The beam of light drew an arc in mid-air and met the five falling crossbow arrows head-on.
The crossbow arrow disappeared the moment it touched the light beam.
It was not crushed, not burned, but disappeared - as if it was decomposed from the bottom of matter by some force, leaving not even ashes behind.
Wherever the light beam sweeps, the air is distorted, and a shallow ravine is pressed out of the sea surface. The water vapor evaporates instantly in the high temperature, leaving behind a cloud of white steam.
The five crossbow arrows all turned into nothingness in less than a breath of time.
Everyone on the deck was stunned.
Dawg Russ opened his mouth, maintaining the same posture of looking up at the sky, motionless.
He saw the golden beam of light passing over his head, and felt the energy fluctuations that made his skin numb, his hair standing on end, and his teeth sore.
It felt like standing on the top of the mast in the Storm rain and having my ears struck by lightning.
He slowly turned his head and looked toward the stern of the ship.
Redd is still standing there, with the same posture as before, as if nothing happened.
King Ghidorah The head on the right side has closed its mouth, and a trace of satisfaction flashed in the golden eyes, as if saying "no more than that".
The head in the middle shook slightly and let out a low whine. The voice actually sounded a bit proud.
The head on the left was still staring in the direction of the city wall, with a low, threatening grunt rolling in its throat.
Redd moved his hand from the parietal scales of the middle head and gently patted its neck.
"Almost." He said, his voice was very soft, but Dawg Lass didn't know why, but he could hear it clearly even though he was dozens of steps away.
Redd looked past the flagship, past the wreckage ahead, across the scarlet sea, and landed on the city wall.
He saw the expressions on the faces of the crossbowmen - from elation to shock, from shock to fear, from fear to collapse.
Some people dropped the tools in their hands, some slumped down next to the ballista, and some started running towards the bottom of the city wall.
The corners of his mouth raised slightly.
"Let them shoot one more round." He whispered, not sure whether he was talking to King Ghidorah or to himself, "And then..."
He didn't finish the sentence. But King Ghidorah understood what he meant.
The three heads were raised at the same time, and the six golden eyes were burning with the same impatient light.
On the city wall, the commander's face had turned pale.
"What is that..." His lips were trembling, "What is that..."
No one answered him. Because no one knew the answer. They only saw a golden light, and then their crossbow arrows disappeared.
It's not blocked, it's not bounced away, it's gone. It's like it never existed.
"Shoot... shoot again!" The commander's voice was trembling, but he still raised the flag in his hand, "All! All the ballistae! Aim all at that ship! Shoot!"
This is not a rational order. This is the last ditch effort of a man driven by fear.
The ballistaeers on the city wall hesitated for a moment, then began to reload frantically.
One, two, five, ten - almost all the ballistae were aimed at Dawg Russ's flagship.
The sound of the winch turning was continuous, the bow arm was stretched to the limit, and the crossbow arrows filled the chute.
Then, the commander waved the flag.
More than a dozen bowstrings exploded at the same time, and the sound was as loud as someone detonating a bomb on the city wall.
More than a dozen giant crossbow arrows soared into the air at the same time, like a swarm of enraged bees, with a sharp sound of breaking wind, and rushed towards the flagship.
This time, Dawg Russ was not afraid.
He didn't even look up.
He just stood there, holding the side of the boat, looking at the city wall in front of him that was getting closer and closer, with a relieved smile hanging on the corner of his mouth that even he himself was not aware of.
Because he knew what was standing behind him.
The golden light lit up again.
This time it's not one, but three.
The three heads of King Ghidorah opened their huge mouths at the same time, and three Gravity Beams shot out from the stern of the ship, intertwining into a golden net over the flagship.
The dozen or so crossbow arrows disappeared the moment they hit the net, not even the residue was left.
The light beams did not stop, they passed through the trajectory of the crossbow, passed through the air, passed through the sea, and pushed straight towards the city wall.
"Ho--"
King Ghidorah The middle head let out a deafening roar, and the excitement and fighting spirit that had been suppressed for so long finally found an outlet.
It's no longer just defense. It's warning. It's announcing. It's telling those on the wall who are still trying to resist--
It's my turn.
On the city wall, the commander's legs were shaking.
He watched the three golden beams of light dissipate over the flagship, and watched those priceless giant crossbow arrows disappear into nothing without a splash of water.
He looked at the three golden dragons standing up from the stern of the ship, with three heads raised high and six golden eyes staring straight at him.
That look was like looking at a dead person.
"Retreat... retreat..." His lips trembled, and his voice was so low that he couldn't hear clearly, "Quickly withdraw..."
No one listened to him because everyone was running.
The ballistae threw down their catapults, the soldiers threw down their bows and arrows, and the officers threw down their flags.
The white city wall was full of running figures, some were shouting, some were crying, some were pushing, and some were jumping off the wall.
Dawg Lars looked at this scene and suddenly laughed.
The laughter was hoarse and dry, with a sense of happiness about surviving a disaster and some indescribable bitterness. He smiled, and his eyes turned red.
"Full speed ahead," he said, his voice as calm as if he were telling his adjutant in the morning that the weather was good today.
The flagship has accelerated.
It passed through the burning wreckage, through the still flopping figures, through the scarlet sea water mixed with blood and tears, and headed towards the undefended city wall.
Behind him, the remaining battleships followed one after another.