The figure of King Ghidorah, like a dark cloud covering the sky, swooped down from the sky above the dense forest with Black Dragon Ehm and Red Dragon Aegon!
The appearance of Sanjo Dragon was like a thunderbolt from the blue, causing the already frightened and uneasy men to die!
Their fear reached its peak, and they collapsed completely. They screamed and cried and ran away without any regard for dignity.
Some were even knocked to the ground by their own people, but they still crawled on the ground on their hands and knees, as if there were demons chasing behind them.
However, how could the attacks of three Dragon leave them any way to survive?
King Ghidorah was the first to roar, and a dazzling thunder light fell from the sky like a chain.
It accurately bombarded the crowd, instantly turning a few unlucky guys into charcoal, and a large sizzling pit was burned into the ground.
Immediately afterwards, Black Dragon Ehm spit out thick black flames with a sulfurous smell, while Red Dragon Aegon spit out a hot and bright orange-red fire pillar.
Two completely different but equally deadly Dragonfires, like two angry Fire Dragons, swept across the ground, mercilessly devouring every life that tried to escape.
The flames quickly ignited the surrounding trees and dead leaves, and the edge of the forest was quickly enveloped in a sea of flames.
Those strong men who were lucky enough not to be hit by the first wave of attacks didn't even have a chance to run more than ten meters.
In front of Dragon flying in the air, their speed seemed so ridiculous.
A tongue of fire spurted out, and a figure was instantly ignited, letting out a shrill scream.
But it soon crackled in the high temperature and turned into twisted coke, and even the movement of escaping was frozen in that moment.
Wherever the flames touched, wailing sounds erupted one after another, but they were quickly drowned out by the crackling sounds of blazing fire and the roaring sounds of Dragon.
Redd Seeing the three dragons finally arriving, his hanging heart finally fell to the ground.
In the near-extreme battle just now, he had been tensing up his nerves. Now he relaxed.
All the strength in his body seemed to be drained away, his legs softened, and he collapsed directly on the ground, breathing heavily, and his chest heaved violently.
The three faucets of King Ghidorah exchanged a few words with each other and let out low roars, as if confirming each other.
Then, it roared again, commanding Black Dragon Ehm and Red Dragon Aegon, and sprayed Dragonfire mercilessly towards the last few strong mercenaries who were still struggling in despair.
It wasn't until it was confirmed that all threats had been completely eliminated, leaving only the strong smell of burnt food and the pungent smell of burning corpses in the air, that Sanjo Dragon finally stopped attacking.
The huge dragon wings folded and slowly landed next to Redd and those dead companions, like three moving mountains, exuding suffocating pressure.
Fires shot into the sky, thick smoke billowed, and the entire battlefield was in a mess, leaving only the atmosphere of death and despair.
The heavy breathing lasted for a long time, and Redd finally managed to take a breath.
He raised his head and scanned the messy battlefield around him:
The charred remains and burned corpses were distorted and deformed. Some of them had even turned into ashes, drifting in the air with the heat wave.
He lowered his head and looked at the blood on his hands and body. The sticky and cold touch made his stomach churn.
The discomfort of killing someone for the first time came like a tidal wave, and the strong physiological reaction made him bend over and retching.
Even though his stomach was empty, the acid water still surged up and fell to the ground with the blood on his face.
However, this violent physiological reaction only lasted for a few seconds before he suppressed it forcefully.
After all, he is not that young man who is only in his teens and has no experience in the world.
After staying in that cruel Valyria Ruins for more than half a year and going through the test of life and death, he still has some self-control.
The discomfort quickly subsided and was replaced by a strange calm.
He quickly adapted to all this and no longer felt any discomfort.
Deep in his eyes, there was a hint of indifference to life, and something cold and hard took root in his heart.
Despite this, the sour and pungent smell of burnt corpses filling the air still made him feel a little choked and uncomfortable.
Redd endured the discomfort and began to clean up. He first collected the sheep that were affected by the flames, burned or killed one by one into Storage Space.
These sheep will become the food rations for him and Dragon on their journey.
As for the human corpses, he glanced at them and thought that the predators in the forest would take care of them, so there was no need to put in the effort himself.
At this moment, he noticed that King Ghidorah, Ehm and Aegon could not wait to start eating.
Their huge heads came together and were tearing apart the charred human corpses, making a heartbreaking "clicking" sound.
Redd Seeing this scene, I felt uncomfortable in my stomach again, and I instinctively felt a diaphragm.
He did not expect that these powerful Dragon would not even spare the burnt human corpses.
However, he just frowned and did not stop them.
On the battlefield, food is the guarantee of survival, and Dragons need to replenish their energy.
More importantly, he understood that such scenes might happen again and again in the days to come.
He cannot, and should not, feel too disgusted by these cruel realities.
He had to adapt and become stronger. Thinking of this, he took a deep breath, completely suppressed the discomfort, and his eyes became sharper again.
Redd did a rough inventory and collected dozens of relatively intact sheep carcasses into Storage Space.
Feeling that the number was enough to last for a while, he walked over, reached out and patted King Ghidorah's scaly head to express praise and gratitude.
This guy is not only powerful, he can also arrive in time with Ehm and Aegon at the critical moment and save his life.
In the battle just now, Redd had vaguely noticed that King Ghidorah's IQ far exceeded his expectations.
Not only can it accurately judge the battlefield situation, it can even replace itself,
Methodically command Black Dragon Ehm and Red Dragon Aegon, and accurately spray Dragonfire to attack.
This is not just smart, it can almost be said to have strategic vision.
What surprised Redd the most, even a little bit unbelievable, was that adult Dragon, who were experienced and much larger than King Ghidorah, like Ehm and Aegon,
They actually obeyed the commands of King Ghidorah, which is still in its infancy and is less than one-tenth of its size.
This is totally against common sense!
Generally speaking, body size and age often represent status and authority in dragon society.
Redd is puzzled.
He didn't know the answer, so he could only guess secretly:
Perhaps the communication between these three dragons is far deeper and more frequent than the communication between humans. There is some kind of tacit understanding between them that outsiders cannot understand?