There is a relatively flat area on the top of the hill, with some debris peeled off by weathering accumulated on the edge.
Occasionally, a small loose stone would roll down in the night wind, hit the rock surface below with a crisp sound, and then be quickly swallowed up by the silence of the night.
He was still holding the Dark Sister, with the end of the scabbard touching the ground at his feet, and the hand holding the sword naturally hanging by his side.
The Valyrian steel sword became his side weapon after it was captured from Daemon. The blade was slightly narrower than the ordinary Longsword, but it was lighter and more balanced. It could change direction and turn faster in the hand than an ordinary iron sword.
After holding it for a long time, the leather sword hilt had become slightly concave to fit the shape of his hand. The dark metal on the hand guard reflected a very faint cold light in the last bit of skylight.
As night falls, the distant scenery becomes clearer.
Those mountains that look like just dark outlines in the daylight reveal more details in the night - bright orange the Rift extending upward from the mountain surface, like scars reflected by the firelight inside;
The thick smoke column billowing out from the edge of the crater was reflected in dark red by the light below, like the breath of some giant creature exhaled with embers.
After rising to a high altitude, it merged with the thick layer of volcanic ash clouds, turning into a slowly flowing gray curtain that covered the entire sky.
Occasionally, a ball of magma is thrown into the sky. When it reaches its highest point, it spreads into countless tiny bright spots, like burning confetti blown away by strong winds. It draws short and bright arcs before falling back to the crater or nearby slopes.
The fourteen-seater Fire Peak is still in active condition.
Compared with the last time Redd left, there is no obvious change in the rhythm and intensity of their eruptions - some will spill out a small amount of lava every few moments, and some will maintain continuous smoke emissions.
Occasionally, one or two magma lumps pushed up into the sky by the explosion streaked across the night sky, leaving short traces of light on their descent path, like a slowly fading period.
The volcanic ash layer remains thick enough in the direction of Fire Peak all year round. Even during the day, only a few uneven rays of light can shine through the gaps.
At night, the gray curtain blocks most of the starlight and moonlight, giving the entire land a feeling of being enclosed under a huge dome, and the surrounding area is darker than any known night on land.
But the light emitted by those Fire Peak itself is filling that darkness. Their orange-red light is projected from a distance, reflecting the bottom of the clouds above the hills and camp into a floating warm tone.
When people look up, they can see the illuminated outlines of the cloud base, like an entire illuminated ceiling, slowly changing shape.
The last orange-red afterglow on the distant skyline also sank beneath the sea.
From then on, the light only came from the light of those volcanoes, and the torches and fires in the camp became another set of parallel light sources at this moment.
Redd's eyes stayed on the completely darkened skyline for a moment, and then moved to the closer canyons and low-lying areas that were gradually covered by darkness.
He had stayed on Valyrian Peninsula long enough to know that when night fell completely, the black mist that had been dormant in the depths of troughs, crevices and caves during the day would begin to spread.
Those black mist are not ordinary mist, they are more like some kind of active substance formed after long-term infiltration by Cursed Power.
It continues to seep from underground fissures and biological habitats, flowing slowly along the slope of the surface, filling low-lying areas, flooding gullies, and gradually raising the water level until it completely covers the lower terrain areas on the earth.
Those black mists will activate the Cursed Power that are parasitic in the bodies of various living creatures, causing those beings that are already more twisted and violent than their normal counterparts during the day to reach some kind of fully activated peak state at night.
Tonight is the most critical night for whether we can gain a foothold on this cursed land.
He went through this judgment again in his mind, moving his eyes along the direction of the dark smoke that was spreading from the bottom of the valley, estimating the speed and approximate scope of the spread of the black smoke.
A gust of wind came from above him, with a huge pressure of air flow, as if some heavy and huge object was slowly falling from the sky.
The figure of King Ghidorah is becoming clear.
Its low-altitude flight slowed down at the last altitude, its wings gradually folded in from the fully extended state, and it adjusted its descent trajectory and landing point.
It ended up on the flat ground next to the hill, rather than directly on the top of the hill.
Even though it had deliberately adjusted the angle and force of its landing, Redd could still feel the slight tremor of the hill beneath its feet when its hind limbs touched the ground.
The earth seemed to be pressed on the edge by a weight far beyond its own ability to bear. It sank for a while first, and then made a low muffled sound coming from the depths of the earth and rocks, as if it was trying to redistribute the weight to a larger area.
After it landed on the ground, it lay down directly, and its three heads were lowered at the same time, resting on different sides of the hill.
The protruding rocks on the top of the mountain made a fine cracking sound when they came into contact with the pressure on the side of its head, and were crushed into powder. Some smaller stones rolled directly onto the slope below.
Its head adjusted its position slightly and arched a few times before it found an angle that made it feel comfortable. Then it became quiet, and only the sulfurous breath slowly spewed out of its nostrils.
Redd The ground beneath his feet arched upward slightly in the small area where he stood, as if he was lightly pushed by something from below. He looked down and did not move.
He stood on the hill for a while and felt that King Ghidorah's breathing rhythm had stabilized. Then he seemed to remember something and focused his attention. The light blue system light screen page that only he could see unfolded in front of him.
[Name: King Ghidorah(+)]
[Age: 17 years old 17~∞]
[Height: 27 meters]
[Weight: 50,000 tons]
[Body length: 105 meters]
[Wingspan: 310 meters]
[Bloodline: Titan King Bloodline]
[Ability: King's Aura, Gravity Beam, Antigravity Beams, high-speed flight, gravity control, Storm Control, Thunder Manipulation, Environmental Modification, Energy Absorption, Accelerated Regeneration, Group Control]
Redd's eyes swept from the beginning of the line to the end of the line, then back to the starting point, and slowly went over it again.
King Ghidorah's age is still displayed as seventeen years old - according to the calculation method of the system using a fixed reference system as the starting point, the number seventeen years old has been maintained for some time. It seems that it will not grow in age at a uniform speed like ordinary creatures in this plane, but will only jump to the next stage under certain specific conditions.