Redd felt a faint uneasiness in his heart.
The memory of the last time he left Smoking Sea is still stuck to the edge of his thoughts like a scar that has not been completely healed.
At that time, he was not as powerful as he is now, and King Ghidorah was not yet fully grown up. When the entire team was crossing this sea area, they encountered a disaster guided by Red God's mobilization of the power of nature.
Three submarine volcanoes erupted almost at the same time. The sea surface rolled up steam columns from the cracks, dyeing the sky leaden gray. The magma surged from the bottom of the water and cooled with water, forming new small islands, which sank and disappeared in subsequent earthquakes.
If King Ghidorah hadn't deployed his wings in time to block part of the impact, it's still unknown whether he could have left the sea alive.
Time has passed, and his current situation has undergone earth-shaking changes compared to what it was then.
His physical strength has far exceeded that of ordinary people, and he can even walk through lava without suffering irreversible damage.
King Ghidorah has reached adulthood, and his size and strength have reached a level that is enough to suppress most natural threats.
The entire Demon Dragon army has also grown to its current size.
But he still didn't dare to be careless.
The power of nature itself is terrifying enough, and if Red God is really still hostile to him and hopes to create obstacles before he enters Valyrian Peninsula again, the other party may not be able to use more violent means than before.
The unknown is the most unsettling part - he knows what the other party can do, but he doesn't know whether the other party will do it or when he will do it.
This unpredictable uncertainty is what Redd really cares about.
But the fleet sailed extremely smoothly.
There were no unexpected natural storms, no abnormal tides or swells, no sudden eruptions of steam columns rising from the sea, and no events that required Douglas to adjust its course urgently.
The sea surface always maintained a uniform gray tone. The wind blew from the side and behind, pushing the canvas forward at a steady speed. There were no thunderstorm clouds accumulating in the sky, and there were no water abnormalities on the sea surface that would indicate the precursor to an earthquake.
The entire voyage was as dull as gliding on a piece of gray velvet that had been deliberately smoothed out. Even Douglas walked to the stern of the ship midway, looked up at the sky, and muttered something in a low voice. Even he himself didn't hear clearly what he wanted to say. He choked half of the words in his throat, as if he was afraid that if he said it, he would disturb someone.
They passed through the Smoking Sea smoothly, and there was not even a single emergency turn that required all crews to be alert during the voyage.
The entire crossing process was so smooth, as smooth as a scheduled program that had all the ups and downs deliberately smoothed out.
That kind of calmness makes people feel an inexplicable and slight feeling of exhaustion when they arrive on the other side. It seems that a lot of energy prepared in advance has been accumulated in the body and has no outlet. In the end, it can only be slowly released along with the breathing.
The landing took place in the early afternoon.
The bay that was selected as a stronghold was even more suitable for residence than it looked on the map. The bay opened toward the northeast, and the ridges on both sides spread out like two slightly curved arms, blocking most of the surges and strong winds blowing from the open sea.
The color of the water changes from dark gray to light blue at the mouth of the bay, and the color becomes lighter closer to the shore.
Under the command of Douglas, the ships of the fleet docked in order, put down the gangplank, and the slave army began to line up on the beach, carrying the first batch of supplies from the cabin to the shore.
Canvas bags and wooden boxes were stacked high above the beach, away from the tide line, and covered with tarpaulins, with stones weighing the edges down.
Redd did not participate in the material transport. He stepped on the beach that had been repeatedly beaten by the waves and was still moist, and walked to a natural raised terrain and looked into the depths of the island.
The horizon he could see was covered by a layer of low, gray-brown vegetation. The shape and color of those plants were obviously different from the various terrestrial vegetation he had seen before.
Their leaves are thicker and harder, and their surfaces are covered with a dark sheen that is waxy and dust-covered.
The shapes of the branches are twisted, some showing an unnatural spiral growth pattern, and some branching from the ground in a way that violates common plant growth patterns.
The roots of several trees arched up from the ground, and their thick roots were exposed in the air, shaped like squashed snakes. They crawled along the surface for a short distance before re-burrowing into the ground, climbing deeper into the cracks in the rock formations to absorb water.
He stood on the high point of the ridge, glanced at the shadows moving slowly on the surface, memorized a few areas with more prominent shapes, and then turned around and walked back to the beach.
The cleanup started before dark.
The order given by Redd to King Ghidorah is very clear - clear the land around the camp, including all the land on the ground and most of the ground underground.
After receiving the command, King Ghidorah raised its three heads at the same time and uttered several short neighs of different pitches toward the Demon Dragon group behind them. The three hundred sub-adult dragons began to adjust their positions and spread out into a long, loose arc along the terrain around the bay.
They immediately sprayed out Dragonfire at the same time, and the flames fell on the ground, spreading along the surface in all directions, burning all the vegetation and animal residues that had been parasitized by Cursed Power.
Those twisted plants made violent explosion sounds the moment they came into contact with the flames, as if dry tissue filled with some kind of flammable gas had been heated to the extreme and then suddenly burst.
The animals started running away before the flames touched them. Some were overtaken by the flames while running, and rolled several times on the charred earth before they stopped struggling.
Those creatures hiding underground were also forced out of the ground under high temperatures, and quickly lost their vitality on the red-hot rocks and sand.
Ehm's own Dragonfire has a higher temperature and a wider coverage area than those of the sub-adult dragons. The area it flew over turned into burnt black almost instantly, and the rock surface peeled off layer by layer due to thermal expansion and contraction, revealing the lighter-colored rock surface below.
The three heads of King Ghidorah fired simultaneously at Gravity Beams from three different directions, covering and destroying several areas suspected of containing caves or the Rift.
Redd stood at the edge of the camp, watching the Demon Dragon advance step by step along the planned route, burning the ground that extended for dozens of miles behind the entire bay.
Dark smoke rose from the cracks in some cracked rocks. It was the residual gas released after the internal organic matter was decomposed by high temperature. It stayed in the air for a while and was blown away by the sea breeze.
Cursed Power that are parasitic in living organisms dissipate quickly after losing their carrier and cannot escape from living tissues for a long time.