Three Gravity Beam were sprayed out from its mouth towards the ground. This time the light beams were denser than ever before.
Gold and white intertwined, with a density and coverage that far exceeded any previous battles, covering the cracked breaches and the ground around the breaches into the scope of illumination.
When the light beam touches the soil, the surface of the earth seems to be cut vertically. The soil and sand are melted by the high temperature and separated from the underlying rock formations, exposing faults that are burned red.
King Ghidorah continued to shoot at the ground, its head turned in different directions, covering the areas where the breaches were located one by one.
Sandworm, which was hit by the light beam, was torn apart even while it was still underground, and those broken fragments continued to be decomposed in subsequent strafing.
From being covered with mulch to being exposed and then to being crushed, until the ground in that area was repeatedly crushed until it was flat and charred, and there was no longer any trace of movable residue.
The soldiers who continued to spread on the ground felt the vibrations coming from under their feet, which gradually weakened under the deep sweep of several consecutive golden light beams, and finally subsided, leaving behind a layer of crust that was repeatedly burned, cooled, and burned again.
The battlefield returned to calm, leaving only the smell of scorched earth in the air thicker than before, steaming upward from the newly plowed ground.
There was still light in the direction of the camp, and those who had been dispersed by the insect before were now getting back together again, slowly moving towards each other.
Several newly relit oil lamps and bonfires flickered from their respective starting points, bringing the edge of the camp that had been engulfed in shadow for a moment back into view.
After the loud noise of landslides and ground cracks, the camp fell into a brief void.
That kind of blankness is not silence - on the contrary, there are sounds everywhere, the rustle of broken earth falling back to the ground, the tiny crackle of embers from an overturned fire spinning in the air,
When the soldiers got up from the ground, there was a metallic sound of armor clashing. Some were calling someone's name, some were coughing, and some were clearing away the suffocating feeling of sand filling their mouths and noses.
All the sounds mixed together to form a noisy and chaotic ensemble, like a band without a conductor each playing different pieces, without coordination with each other, but unable to be separated.
Most of the fires in the camp were extinguished by the shaking of the ground and the upturned soil.
The firewood and oilcloths were thrown in all directions, and some were still burning sporadically, like broken stars blown away by the wind, scattered in many places inside and outside the camp, emitting a faint orange-yellow light, illuminating a small area and then extinguishing.
The tent canvases that were knocked down covered the ground, exposing the ropes and wooden stakes underneath. Some were bent, some were broken, and some remained intact but were half covered by soil and gravel.
The temporary supply rack was tilted in several places, and the wooden boxes and oil cans on it were scattered on the ground. Several cans were broken, and the oozing liquid left a dark wet mark in the soil, emitting a strong and pungent smell of grease.
Most sections of the wall have collapsed, some have been completely torn apart, and the gap is enough for a heavy carriage to pass, while in some cases only half a person's height of the wall remains.
The wall is covered with radial the Rift cracked from the inside, like a piece of stone that has been hit by a heavy hammer. It barely remains upright but has lost its original support.
Redd stood at the slightly elevated observation position, his eyes slowly sweeping around the camp without moving in a hurry.
His boots stepped on the loose soil, and he could feel the subtle aftershocks that still remained inside the ground after the violent shaking just now, like the low-amplitude undulations on the sea that continued after a big storm subsided.
His fingers were still on the hilt of Dark Sister, and his fingertips felt the texture of the leather rope. That touch allowed his thoughts to maintain a steady beat in the noisy environment.
Douglas has left the position of the fence and is moving quickly along the passage in the center of the camp.
His figure flickered in and out of the rekindling firelight, and his voice spread to both sides from where he passed, carrying a short command with a bright rhythm and no pause, "Light the fire again, first on the periphery, then on the middle."
Those instructions were relayed to the distance by the messengers and personal guards, like a transmission line drawn in the darkness.
Some people began to pick up the scattered torches and relight them, and some people pushed aside the pile of oilcloths covered with soil, revealing dry firewood and grease-soaked hemp ropes underneath.
The fire started to pulse again in those locations that had been polished one by one, starting near the center of the camp and then spreading to all directions, as if someone was slowly drawing several burning lines along the ground.
King Ghidorah is still entrenched on the ground in front of the camp, with its three heads facing in different directions. The remaining golden heat between the scales on its neck has not completely subsided, and there are very faint traces of dark gold in the night.
Its breathing was deeper than usual, and each exhalation brought up a small cloud of white hot air, which quickly deformed and dissipated in the night wind.
Those areas on the ground that had been cleaned by Gravity Beam had turned into a black hard shell that was almost glassy, reflecting a fine, broken luster in the renewed firelight, like a surface of lava that had just cooled after being flattened.
After the dozens of Sandworm were cleaned up just now, there was no new sound of breaking earth from the surrounding ground, but the roar coming from deeper underground still maintained a clear outline in Redd's hearing.
That roar was completely different from the sound when Sandworm broke through the ground.
The sound when Sandworm appears is closer to the dull tearing sound made when the ground is squeezed and cracked. It comes directly from the shallower soil layer, with the texture of soil and water vapor being turned over.
The source of this roar is much farther than the depth of Sandworm. Its propagation path passes through thicker rock formations. When it reaches the surface, it has been filtered into a low-frequency resonance with continuous tremors, as if something huge is slowly turning its body deep in the ground.
Its chest squeezed air through the narrow passage as it expanded and contracted, and the sound it made was like a vibration absorbed and released by the rock, which lasted for a moment before completely dissipating.
Redd looked away from King Ghidorah for a moment, turning to the direction of Ehm and the Demon Dragon groups that were re-arranging, confirming that they were not affected by the roar just now, and then returned his attention to the dark area outside the camp.
The torches and fires that were being lit again gradually formed a new strip of light inside and around the camp.
When this band of light was completely restored, the dense sound coming from the distance became more obvious.