Nu Tao took the opportunity to pounce from the side and bit King Ghidorah's shoulder. Three of his teeth broke, but he still couldn't bite through the scales.
The three heads of King Ghidorah turned towards the raging waves at the same time, and the golden light lit up again in their throats - this time, it obviously didn't want to give the raging waves any chance.
Daemon's eyes stayed on the golden light for a moment, and then returned to Redd. He took a deep breath and held the spear in his hand tighter.
"Your ears are bleeding." He said, raising the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a slightly provocative smile, "It seems that your skin can't block everything."
Redd reached out and touched the small wound behind his right ear. The blood on his fingertips had dried.
He looked at the dark red blood scab on his fingertips and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a slightly dangerous smile that even he himself was not aware of.
"Yes," he said, his voice soft as if he was talking to himself, "So I will pay you back very seriously."
Redd is the type of person who is ruthless and doesn't talk much.
If he says he wants to pay it back, he will definitely pay it back. It's not a threat, it's not an intimidation, it's not an empty cry of "just wait for me", it's a simple, unquestionable statement of fact.
Just like the sun will rise from the east, the sea will rise and fall, King Ghidorah will spit out golden lightning when he is angry - he said that he wants to repay, that knife, that spear, that kick will definitely fall on the opponent, impartially, no more, no less.
So when his right hand reached into the seemingly empty air beside him and pulled out an Ice Spear that was exactly the same as Daemon from the system space, everyone present stopped breathing for a moment.
The spear was made entirely of Ice. The spear body was slender, and its surface was covered with complex magic patterns that looked like ice flowers, glowing with a faint blue light in the morning light.
The cold air rose up from the spear body, condensed into fine ice crystals around Redd's palm, and quickly melted under the temperature of his fingers, turning into white mist that lingered around his side.
The tip of the spear was as sharp as if it had been polished with light, and every slight turn would leave a cold, short trail in the air.
Redd originally didn't want to use these things.
The Ice Spear seized from those White Walkers, together with several other trophies with the attributes of Ice Magic, have been stored in the deepest part of the system space, wrapped in layers and layers of seals, and cannot be taken out easily.
It's not because they are not powerful enough - on the contrary, they are too powerful, so powerful that it makes him feel some kind of instinctive, almost alert discomfort.
If Ice Magic is used too much, Cold God will notice it.
This is not alarmist, nor is it some kind of primitive and ignorant superstition, but a knowledge that has been engraved into his bones with his body and intuition during countless interactions with Ice Magic.
Every time he uses Ice Spear, every time he activates Ice Magic energy, he can feel the line of sight - the line of sight from the far north, from Lands of Always Winter, from the boundless frozen wasteland north of the Wall, and belonging to Cold God.
That line of sight stared at him in the darkness with an almost greedy interest, as if he was looking at an interesting collection.
He felt cold, not physically, but in his soul.
It was as if an invisible hand, condensed from Ice and death, was extracting warmth from his body, leaving cold, indelible fingerprints on his soul.
This is true for Ice Magic, and it should be the same for Fire Magic.
Behind Fire Magic is Red God, that Lord of Light, that ancient god born from flames and shadows, that ancient being who has countless believers in the Eastern Continent and feeds on sacrifices and prophecies.
In the process of using Fire Magic, Redd can also feel the line of sight - the gaze from the east, from the temple of Volantis, from every burning flame, belonging to Red God.
That sight was so hot and burning that it made people want to peel off their skin and flesh from their bones for a moment of coolness.
One is cold, the other is hot, the other is ice, the other is fire. The two ancient gods are like two old gamblers sitting on both sides of the chessboard, treating the whole world as their gambling table and all living creatures as their chess pieces.
They don't care who wins or loses, or whether the pieces are dead or alive, they only care about the game itself.
And Redd--Redd doesn't want to be anyone's pawn, doesn't want to be locked in the sight of any god, and doesn't want to occupy any position on any gambler's chessboard.
So he rarely uses Ice Magic, and rarely uses Fire Magic.
He has King Ghidorah, a system, and a body that has been strengthened to the point of being almost abnormal. These are enough for him to walk sideways in this world.
He does not need the power of the gods, let alone the attention of the gods.
But today, he changed his mind.
Daemon and Tormund ambushed him, blew up his fleet, killed his people, burned him naked with Wildfire, Daemon also attacked him from behind, and scratched his ears with Ice Spear - all of this was still within the scope of what he could accept.
War is like this, you fight me, I fight you, you kill my people, I kill your people, it is fair and reasonable, there is nothing to say.
But Daemon actually dared to attack him while he was letting his guard down? And he almost succeeded?
This is no longer about the rules.
First, Tormund approached from behind while he was looking at the knife, and then Daemon threw a spear from a distance while he was kicking Tormund away - one after another, a wheel battle, taking advantage of the danger and catching him off guard.
This style of play is embarrassing to say, but it is undeniable that they almost worked.
If his physical fitness was just a little bit worse, if his reaction speed was just a little bit slower, the Ice Spear would not just scratch his ears, but would penetrate from the back of his head and out of his forehead, piercing his head that even the Wildfire couldn't burn.
Since Daemon and Tormund are so unruly and like to cheat so much, he doesn't mind letting them know - on this battlefield, when it comes to cheating, he is the ancestor.
The moment Redd's fingers grasped the spear shaft, Ice Spear let out a low buzz, like ice breaking.
The sound was not loud, but it was extremely penetrating. It spread from the beach and spread throughout the harbor. Even the three dragons that were entangled in the distance stopped briefly.
King Ghidorah's three heads turned in the direction of Redd at the same time, and a trace of surprise flashed in its six golden eyes - it recognized the aura on the spear and the Ice energy from the far north that made it feel uncomfortable.