King Ghidorah The head in the middle hung down and let out a low, thunderous roar.
There was no pain in the voice, only a kind of offended rage that was about to explode.
Redd stood on the dragon's back, holding the scales on King Ghidorah's back with one hand, and slowly raised the other hand to touch his cheek, which was numb from the shock wave just now.
His expression was calm.
Unusually calm.
He looked at the red dome of the white palace in the distance, at the dissipating black smoke in front of the window, at the cannon that had just been fired and was still smoking, and at the figures in black robes standing behind the window.
His eyes finally fell on the cannon.
"Firegun." He whispered, there was no surprise or anger in his voice, only an expected, almost relieved calm, "Artillery."
He chewed these two words over and over in his mind several times, and then nodded slightly, as if confirming something.
Citadel.
Sure enough it was them.
These weapons - these weapons that should not exist in this world and can hurt dragons - were indeed made by Citadel.
Those old academics in black robes, those scholars who hide in ivory towers to study stars and herbs, those "neutrals" who never participate in disputes between princes, actually have such things hidden in their hands.
The corners of Redd's mouth raised slightly, revealing a biting smile.
"Interesting." He said, his voice was very soft, so soft that only King Ghidorah could hear it, "Hidden deep enough."
He removed his hand from King Ghidorah's scales and patted the head in the middle.
"Don't be in a hurry," he said, "Don't be in a hurry to burn them all to death yet."
King Ghidorah The head in the middle turned to him suddenly, its golden eyes full of disbelief - You told me not to worry? They hurt me! Can't you see?
"I saw your little wound." Redd's tone was still calm, "I'll feed you two more fish later to make up for it."
King Ghidorah let out a dissatisfied and aggrieved whine.
The two heads on the left and right also came closer, staring at Redd with their six eyes. The expression clearly said: Just two? Did you call me Delia?
Redd ignored their protests.
His eyes fell on the white palace again, and on the man in black robe behind the window.
"I want to live." He said, "At least the leader wants to live.
I need to know - how many of these weapons they have, where they are hidden, who is making them, who is directing them."
King Ghidorah's three heads shook at the same time, making a low, mumbling sound.
But its anger is no longer as angry as before.
It's not because it's not angry anymore, but because it understands what Redd means - it's easy to kill these people, but to pry out useful things from their mouths, you need to keep them alive.
"Destroy the cannon first." Redd said, "Don't hurt the people behind the window. At least don't kill them all."
King Ghidorah The head on the right opened its mouth. It was responsible for this round of attacks - the other two heads were still sulking and didn't want to work for the time being.
Golden light condensed in its throat, and then shot towards the window accurately.
Instead of shooting into the window, it shoots above the window.
Gravity Beams hit the stone wall above the window. The stone bricks with a thickness of more than two feet were vulnerable to the light beam.
Debris and dust poured down from the heights, blocking the window.
The muzzle was blocked by rubble and the windows were sealed with stones, but the people behind the windows - if they had not been at the center of the explosion - would still be alive.
The black-robed leader is indeed still alive.
The moment the cannon was fired, he took two steps back to avoid the gravel splashing in from the window.
The dust filled the whole room, choking him and causing him to cough violently, and his eyes were filled with tears.
But he didn't panic.
He covered his mouth and nose with one hand, and gestured in the air with the other hand, directing the people in black robes who were also choked by dust and couldn't open their eyes.
"Firegunner! Go to the side window! Don't crowd together!"
His voice was a little muffled in the dust, but the command itself was clear.
The people in black robes quickly dispersed, some ran to the left window, some ran to the right window, some pushed open the door facing the square and set up a firecracker behind the door.
Twenty fire cannons were aimed at the golden figure hovering low in the sky from three directions at the same time.
"Let it go!"
No hesitation. No hesitation.
These men in black robes are not soldiers, but they have received strict training.
The moment the trigger was pulled, the hammer struck the gunpowder pool, sparks ignited the gunpowder in the barrel, the gas expanded, and the projectile was pushed out of the gun chamber--
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang--"
Continuous gunfire sounded simultaneously in various rooms of the palace, as if someone was beating a huge drum array composed of countless small drums.
White smoke poured out from every window and every door crack, spreading over the outer walls of the white palace, like a layer of strange and ominous morning fog.
Lead bullets were fired at King Ghidorah from all directions.
Their speed is much faster than crossbows, their trajectories are flatter, and they are more difficult to dodge. But King Ghidorah no longer needs to dodge.
This time, it's ready.
The head in the middle opens its mouth, and Gravity Beams does not shoot at any specific enemy, but at itself - a golden ring is drawn around its body.
The ring suspended in the air for a moment, and then suddenly expanded outward, like an ever-expanding sphere made of pure energy.
The moment the lead bullet hit the golden sphere, it disappeared.
It wasn't bounced away, it wasn't melted, it just disappeared - as if it was decomposed from the most basic level of matter by some force, not even the slag was left.
Twenty lead bullets were reduced to nothing in the golden light, and none of them hit the target.
The black-robed leader saw this scene through the window half-blocked by rubble.
His hand stopped in mid-air, frozen.
What is that?
He knew that dragons could breathe fire. He had seen House Targaryen dragons spitting flames on the battlefield, turning entire cities into ashes.
He has also heard that some ancient dragons have more special abilities-frost, poisonous mist, thunder and lightning.
But he had never seen anything like this.
That golden light that can decompose all matter is not a flame, nor any known dragon's breath.
That was something he couldn't explain using any of Citadel's classics or any theory.
King Ghidorah was hovering in the center of the golden halo, with three heads turning towards the white palace at the same time.
Six golden eyes penetrated the diffuse white smoke and dust, accurately locking the position of each man in black robes.