When it opened its mouth, a dark red flame light beam poured out from the depths of its throat. The light beam was more condensed than the ordinary Dragonfire. It did not fan out like other Demon Dragon and Dragonfire, but concentrated into a nearly cylindrical continuous light flow with fine light filaments scattered around the edges.
The ground it passes through will leave a dark groove that looks like it was melted after being burned by high temperatures. When the covering comes into contact with the flame, it will not burn first and then decompose, but will directly lose its original structural form.
Those monsters covered by the light beam will not produce flames, but will be carbonized at the moment when the light flow passes by, maintaining the shape and outline before contact, but losing all the internal details.
King Ghidorah is flying at a higher position above Ehm, with the three heads facing different directions.
Gravity Beam was ejected from its three mouths at the same time, and the golden light pillar extended forward in a nearly straight trajectory, like three lightning bolts compressed to the extreme and stretched in the air.
Where the light beam passes, the black fog is evaporated into a brief, almost colorless blank area, which is then refilled by the fog on both sides.
Those monsters on the path of the golden light pillar will disappear within the scope of the light before being touched, leaving no remains behind.
King Ghidorah's heads rotate at the same time, covering their directions crosswise, so that the entire deep area of the battlefield is efficiently cleared.
Looking from the direction of the wall, those golden light pillars swept back and forth on the ground in the distance, like someone repeatedly wiping the dark paper with a golden flame.
The situation on the battlefield was completely reversed in a short period of time after the Demon Dragon Legion entered the battle.
Those monsters that once continuously emerged from the black mist lost their rhythm under the cover of Dragonfire.
Demon Dragon's flying speed is much faster than monsters on the ground. They can cover multiple areas at the same time. After being repelled in one place, they quickly turn to another area where they are gathering or gathering, causing them to collapse again.
Those monsters began to disperse in different directions when being chased by Dragonfire, and some moved further inland.
Some tried to move along the shelter of the undulating terrain on the ground, while others were trapped between the burning area and the ground not covered by flames, slowly shrinking in hesitation and squeezing.
Redd stood inside the wall, watching the battlefield illuminated by Dragonfire expanding.
He could see the flight trajectory of the Demon Dragon group. With King Ghidorah as the center, they formed an ever-expanding sweep area, advancing inland from the camp, gradually clearing away the monsters and remaining black mist.
After losing the cover of black mist and being exposed to the firelight, those monsters appeared to be easier to identify than when they emerged from the black mist before.
They each maintain different shapes and sizes. Some move slowly on the ground, some try to escape to the flanks, and some run randomly under the pursuit of flames until they are overtaken.
Douglas was also looking at the battlefield that was gradually being plowed by flames.
He stood on the inside of the wall, pressed his hands on the upper edge of the wall, opened his lips slightly, and then closed them again.
His eyes followed the golden light pillar of King Ghidorah as it swept across the distance, and then returned to the group of Demon Dragon flying in the air.
After staying for a moment, it seemed that the places cleared by Dragonfire would not be refilled in a short period of time.
The area of more than ten kilometers in front of the camp was almost cleared. The monster groups that had previously gathered in front of the trench to attack had turned into wreckage on the ground after several Dragonfire strafes, and then those wreckage continued to be burned and reduced under the subsequent fire cover.
The wind blows from the sea, carrying the smoke and dust from the burning residual materials in another direction, and the smell gradually fades as the wind direction shifts.
In the air, one can begin to distinguish the distance between the fresh traces burned by the fire and the sulfurous smell coming from the farther volcanic zone.
The soldiers are laying down their weapons.
After confirming that no new monsters had crossed the line of fire, the heavy armored infantrymen inserted their Greatsword into the ground and stood leaning on the sword.
Some people bent down, supported their knees with their hands, and breathed in the air; some people sat directly on the ground, took off their helmets, exposing their hair and skin soaked with sweat, and slowly cooled down in the night wind.
The archers inside the wall also put down their bows, some moved their wrists and fingers to pull the string, and some poured out the remaining arrows in the quiver and counted them.
No one spoke, those people just stood or sat there, waiting for their breathing to slowly return to normal.
Redd knows that those people have withstood the most difficult wave tonight.
Demon Dragon has already been dispatched, and their Dragonfire has incinerated most of the propulsion potential of those monsters before the contact line, which means that the rest of the night will not be as tense as before - at least there will not be another collective impact of the same scale before dawn.
He did not rush to leave the wall, but continued to stand there, watching the battlefield in the distance gradually quieten down. The crackling sound of the flames burning the residue replaced the previous roars and crashes, and the unpleasant stench in the air was fading away.
On the hill to the right of the camp, those Demon Dragon are gradually returning.
King Ghidorah was the last one to land on the top of the hill. The three heads turned towards the direction of the camp, seeming to use their sight to confirm whether the cleared area was still quiet, and then slowly folded their wings.
Ehm settled next to it, a slope lower than it. After retracting its wings, it lay down and rested its head on its forelimbs without making a sound.
The other Demon Dragon also landed on the leeward slope of the hill, and then gradually became quiet. Only the torches and fires in the camp area continued to burn in the night.
The ground that has been plowed by Dragonfire on the outside is cooling at a slow rate. Occasionally, small pieces of debris will crack in the residual heat, making a slight sound.
The battlefield in front of the camp is gradually quieting down. The pungent smell of burning debris and scorched earth in the air is slowly blown away by the sea breeze, and is replaced by a slightly damp and cold feeling that is closer to the night itself.
Those monster figures that once twisted and struggled in the firelight have now turned into wreckage and ashes scattered on the scorched earth. Under the reflection of the afterglow of the fire, they show a cooling dark color, like a piece of coal that is slowly losing its temperature.
The soldiers near the wall were putting away their weapons one after another. Some people leaned their swords against the wall and sat down against the wall. Their helmets were taken off and placed on their knees, revealing their faces covered in sweat and ashes.
Someone is slowly moving their shoulders and wrists to relax the muscles that have become stiff after being tense for a long time.