But Dawg Russ's pupils quickly returned to normal after shrinking, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a complex smile that was a mixture of gloating and rejoicing.
"Take orders." He forced these two words out of his hoarse throat, then waved his hand and led a few soldiers forward, surrounding Daemon in the middle.
He took a thick hemp rope from a soldier, squatted down, and regardless of Daemon's struggles and curses, he neatly tied his left wrist and left ankle together, making a tight knot.
Daemon's curses echoed on the beach, but no one paid him any attention.
Redd has gone far.
He walked in the direction of King Ghidorah, walking calmly, his boots leaving a series of deep footprints on the beach.
The sea breeze blew from the direction of the port, carrying the heat of flames and the smell of gunpowder smoke, making the hem of his leather armor rustle.
He reached into the system space at his side with his right hand and pulled out another Ice Spear, holding it in his hand with the tip of the spear pointing diagonally at the ground. The cold air lingered around his palm.
His eyes crossed the beach where the battle was taking place and fell on the blue-green dragon.
Raging Waves, Tormund's dragon, is currently being pinned to the sand by the left side of King Ghidorah's head. Dark blue blood is still pouring out of the wound on his neck, and every struggle is accompanied by the sound of broken scales.
Its life was passing by at a speed visible to the naked eye, but it still did not give up. It was still biting, scratching, and flicking its tail with its last strength, trying to break free from King Ghidorah.
Redd's mouth corners raised slightly, revealing a biting smile.
"King Ghidorah," his voice was not loud, but the three heads of the three giant dragons turned around at the same time, and their six golden eyes locked on his position, "I'm here to help you."
King Ghidorah The middle head made a low hissing sound, as if to say: I don't need your help anymore?
Redd tightened his grip on Ice Spear and quickened his pace.
Redd didn't pay any attention to the meaning hidden in King Ghidorah's neighing - whether it was dissatisfaction, complaint, or a simple greeting, it didn't matter to him.
His footsteps didn't pause at all on the beach. His right hand reached into the system space at his side and pulled out another Ice Spear.
Ice The condensed spear body glowed with a cold blue light in the morning light. Cold air rose from the tip of the spear and condensed into a fine white mist beside him.
His gaze crossed King Ghidorah's huge body and locked onto the dark red dragon that was struggling to get up from the sand pit.
The dragon of Bloodworm, Caraxes, Daemon.
Its left wing had been torn apart by King Ghidorah's Gravity Beams, and the wing membrane was torn from the middle. Only a few wing bones were left to barely support the broken shape. Every time it flapped, it was accompanied by a harsh tearing sound and dark red blood mist.
There are many claw marks and bite marks on its body. The deepest one is on the back, which was left by one of King Ghidorah's heads in a previous fight. You can almost see the white bones under the skin.
But it was still moving, still struggling, still trying to stand up, staring in the direction of King Ghidorah with its dark red, bloodshot eyes, and a low, hateful roar rolling in its throat.
Redd pulls his arms back, leans his body back slightly, and then pours all his strength into the throwing action.
Ice Spear flew out of his hand so fast that it was almost impossible to see the trajectory, leaving only a white trail of cold mist slowly dissipating in the air.
The spear spun in the air, making a sharp sound that broke through the air. The sound was so sharp that even the gravel in the distant ruins trembled slightly.
Bloodworm didn't even see the spear coming. It focused all its attention on King Ghidorah, on the golden beast that beat it black and blue.
Its vertical pupils reflected the outlines of King Ghidorah's three heads, and its nasal cavity was filled with the smell of sulfur and high temperature emitted by King Ghidorah's scales.
The spear penetrated its right eye socket.
There was no obstacle. It was like a red-hot iron knife cutting into butter. The dragon scales, which were harder than steel, and the skull, which was stronger than rock, were like a thin layer of paper in front of Ice Spear's spear tip.
The spear passed through the eyeball, passed through the bone behind the eye socket, passed through the brain, passed out from the back of the head, pierced into the sand behind it, and was firmly nailed to the ground.
Bloodworm's body twitched violently.
That kind of twitching is not a struggle or a resistance, but the final, unconscious signal sent by the nervous system at the moment of destruction.
Its limbs kicked out at the same time, its claws carved four deep ravines in the sand, and its tail whipped upwards, drawing an arc in the air, and then fell heavily, hitting the beach and splashing a cloud of dust.
Its mouth opened, trying to make a final neigh, but only a short, breath-like whimper came out of its throat, and then nothing more.
Those dark red, hateful vertical pupils slowly lost their luster, like two oil lamps that were blown out at the same time.
The pupils were dilated, and the surface of the eyeballs was covered with a gray-white film. Blood and a light yellow liquid of unknown origin flowed out of the eye sockets and formed a small puddle on the sand, exuding a pungent fishy smell.
King Ghidorah's three heads turned to Redd at the same time, their six golden eyes filled with disbelief.
It was still enjoying the battle. It was one against two, and while fighting, it felt the pleasure of the two dragons struggling, resisting, and gradually losing their strength under it, just like an adult tiger teasing two cubs that were not very good at hunting.
It purposely did not kill, deliberately held back its strength every time it could seriously injure the opponent, deliberately made them feel that they still had a chance, and made them jump repeatedly between hope and despair.
This is its fun, one of the few things in its long life that can still make it excited.
Then Redd just snatched its head away.
One spear. Just one spear. The prey it had been playing with for a long time was captured by Redd with just one spear.
Without even saying hello, without even giving it a look, he killed Bloodworm so neatly and without any fuss, as if he was dealing with a trivial matter.
King Ghidorah The middle head let out a low, obviously dissatisfied neigh.
The two heads on the left and right also echoed, and the three heads made complaints of various tones at the same time. The scene looked like a group of unconvinced children who had their toys taken away by their owners.
Redd ignore it at all.
His right hand probed into the system space again, and the third Ice Spear appeared in his palm. The energy of Ice flowed between his fingers, making a subtle crisp sound like ice breaking.