But now, it's gone.
Not sinking, not burning, but gone. It's like it never existed.
Tormund opened his eyes, and those dark brown pupils reflected the golden figure hovering over the port.
The three heads of King Ghidorah were raised in the morning light. The golden scales were covered with dust and soot, but the wings - those huge wings that spread out enough to cover the sky - were still strong and powerful. Every time they flapped, they brought up a gust of wind, scattering the surrounding flames.
Not willing to give in.
He was really unwilling.
He clenched the bone knife in his hand, and the aqua-blue light beat more violently in his palm, as if responding to his fighting intention.
This knife was given to him by the female fish-man priest. It is an extremely precious treasure among the fish-men clan. It is said that only after the death of a giant sea fish that has lived in the deep sea for hundreds of years, its spine can be sacrificed and refined into this weapon under specific conditions.
The aqua-blue light on the blade is condensed from the spiritual power in the blood of countless deep-sea creatures. It can cut steel and split dragon scales.
At least, that's what the fish-man priestess said.
Tormund has no chance to verify it. He has never encountered a situation where he needs to split the dragon scales. But now, maybe this is the opportunity.
His eyes moved away from the bone knife in his hand and fell on the beach in the distance.
Redd just jumped off the back of King Ghidorah, his naked body glowing with health in the morning light, and he was retreating towards a safe zone further away.
His pace was leisurely, unhurried, and even a bit casual, as if he was not far away from a life-and-death fight between three giant dragons, but walking on the beach.
Tormund's pupils shrank slightly.
Redd. That man.
The Dragon King who made Free Cities in the East frightened, the tyrant who massacred Volantis the entire city, and the enemy who even Citadel had to use his trump cards to deal with.
There he was, naked, unarmed, and unprotected.
Maybe--
Tormund took a step forward.
The water swung around his knees and his boots sank into the mud of the beach.
His eyes were fixed on the naked figure who was walking away, and he held the bone knife in his hand tighter.
His heart began to beat faster, not because of fear, but because of something more primitive and instinctive, like the excitement of a hunter when he finds his prey.
If he could rush over to King Ghidorah when he was entangled by two dragons, kill Redd with one knife--
If he could do it--
Then it will all be worth it.
King Ghidorah has just arrived at the seaside of the port and has not yet started to descend.
Its three heads scanned the sea below vigilantly, and its six golden eyes penetrated the water, searching for any possible threats.
Those hiding under the water have been scared away by its attack, and the floating wreckage and corpses do not pose any threat to it.
But it still remains vigilant - because in this battle, it has learned a lesson: do not underestimate these humble humans.
Although they are weak, they are cunning. They will hide their weapons in the most unexpected places and attack when you are least alert.
But this time, the threat doesn't come from underwater humans.
It's a dragon from under the water.
The moment the dragon broke out of the sea, the sea surface of the entire port exploded.
It was not as light and graceful as a fish jumping out of the water, but like an underwater volcano suddenly erupting - the sea water exploded in all directions, stirring up huge waves tens of meters high. The white waves shone with dazzling light in the sun, and the water mist rose up, forming a short rainbow over the port.
The dragon's body is even larger than Bloodworm, and the color of its scales is deep blue-green, like the darkest abyss in the deep sea, or Storm like the sea before the rain comes.
Its head is thicker than Bloodworm, the muscles of its lower jaw are thick as if it were covered with a layer of armor, and its vertical pupils are dark yellow, like two pieces of amber that have been heated to the point of melting.
Raging Waves. Tormund's Dragon.
This dragon has been lurking underwater. From the moment Tormund's fleet was destroyed by King Ghidorah, it has been waiting underwater, waiting for the best time to attack.
Its owner may have lost the fleet, may have lost his men, may have lost everything, but Raging Waves does not care about these.
It only cares about one thing - protecting Tormund.
This dragon has been raised by Tormund since it was a cub. It knows the smell of Tormund, the heartbeat of Tormund, and the special signal that Tormund sends out in times of danger that only it can perceive.
When Tormund jumped from the flagship into the sea, Nu Tao felt the fear and despair of his master.
When Tormund poked his head out from the sea and saw the golden figure in the sky, Nu Tao felt the unwillingness and anger of his master.
When Tormund stood on the shoal and held the bone knife tightly, Nu Tao felt his master's fighting spirit.
It can't wait any longer.
The first blow of the raging wave breaking out of the water was its dragon's breath - not flames, but high-pressure water flow.
What spewed out of the dragon's huge mouth was not flames, but water that was compressed to the extreme and carried huge kinetic energy.
The speed of the water flow was astonishingly fast and its power was astonishing. It was like a water blade shot from a high-pressure water cannon, capable of cutting steel and breaking rocks.
The water spurted out from Raging Wave's mouth, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and headed straight for King Ghidorah's right wing.
King Ghidorah's reaction was extremely fast. Its right wing contracted suddenly at the critical moment, folded the wing membrane, and used the bones of the wings and the scales on the edges to block the high-pressure water flow.
The water flow hit the scales, making a harsh metallic friction sound, and water splashed everywhere, leaving the surrounding sea full of holes.
But the scales of King Ghidorah are so hard that the high-pressure water flow, which is enough to cut steel, did not leave even a scratch on its scales.
Raging Waves was not discouraged because the first attack was ineffective.
It knows that this kind of long-range attack can only serve as harassment at best for an opponent of King Ghidorah's level.
What can really cause harm is close combat. It is the tearing of claws against claws, the bite of teeth against teeth, and the collision of flesh against flesh.
It pounced directly on it.
The huge body of Raging Waves jumped up from the sea water, like a moving blue mountain peak, and swooped towards King Ghidorah.
Its wings spread out, making the surrounding water mist and waves more chaotic. Its front paws stretched out, and the sharp claws on the tips of the claws were like five curved daggers, slashing towards King Ghidorah's abdomen.
Its mouth opened, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth, and bit towards the right side of King Ghidorah's neck.