King Ghidorah had already completed a circle in the air before everyone left the area, and its height was gradually climbing to a position slightly lower than the top of the surrounding volcano peaks.
When it spreads its wings, a visual interaction is formed between the edge of the wing membrane and the bottom of the clouds in the night sky illuminated by the volcanic light:
The energy released by its body during the process of accumulating force is causing continuous refraction of the surrounding air, and those airflow movements that were originally invisible become visible around its body surface, like a transparent arc surrounding the outline of the body.
Its neck no longer glows, and the energy is no longer concentrated in those three specific outlets, but spreads outward along the outline of its body.
It penetrates every part of the wing membrane and trunk, seeping out from the gaps between its scales, as if the entire body is becoming transparent.
Lightning began to flow on its surface. At first, there were only a few thin bright lines along its back and wing bones.
Then those bright lines gradually became thicker and increased in number, and began to extend outward from King Ghidorah's body, spreading along the air and clouds around it,
Like a luminous tree growing from the top downwards, the branches continue to extend to the outside world.
King Ghidorah raised its three heads and let out a roar.
That roar was completely different from the sound it usually made. It was not a sound used to intimidate or command, but a more primitive sound that seemed to be responding to something older than the battlefield itself, as if it was talking to some kind of already existing power.
Storm began to form around King Ghidorah. At first, it was just a few airflows in different directions that met each other in the air above the battlefield.
As King Ghidorah's wings continued to flap, those airflows began to converge into a larger vortex, rolling up dust and gravel from the ground, drawing in the scattered orcs that had not yet been removed and were still lingering nearby.
Lightning extends downward from the wingtips and tail ends of King Ghidorah, piercing the low-altitude clouds. The path of each lightning bolt spreads out in a radial pattern with King Ghidorah as the center, forming a curtain of light columns connecting the sky and the ground.
Storm continues to intensify in the gaps between lightning, pushing the materials involved in it farther.
Golden thunder and lightning tore upwards through the black mist and clouds, like a thick curtain being pulled open with a crack in the middle.
Those golden lightnings will not dissipate like normal thunder and lightning the moment they touch the ground, but will spread for a distance along the ground, pushing any solid objects in the path - rocks, clods of soil, orcs, and giant monsters - away from their original positions.
Those things that were pushed away endured repeated electric shocks in subsequent lightning strikes until they completely lost their original form.
King Ghidorah maintained that output until most of the surrounding area was covered by golden lightning and Storm, from the scorched land in front of the camp to the position of the orcs' front lines further away, and then to the deeper areas.
They are all within the coverage of that ongoing energy field whose coverage area continues to expand.
The edges of the torn clouds in the sky change colors under the light of storms and lightning, from gold to silver to dark red. The edges of the black cracks always maintain a straight channel running up and down from where King Ghidorah is.
The golden thunderstorm swept far beyond Redd's initial estimate.
When he ordered the retreat, he had already expected that the movement caused by King Ghidorah's natural thunder and lightning blessing would not be small, but at this moment, standing behind the cliff on the side of the mountain,
With his hands clasped tightly on a raised rock edge, he could still feel the ground under his feet shaking slightly in a continuous and uninterrupted tremor.
The shaking was not the sudden violent impact of an earthquake, but a sustained, low-amplitude shock.
It was as if the entire surface of the earth was being squeezed repeatedly by a force that was continuously transmitted from the air. Each time, the gaps between the soil and rock layers were compacted, and then loosened again in subsequent tremors.
The light of thunder and lightning poured down from the top of the ridge, illuminating the entire sea surface and coastline with an unnatural bright white.
That kind of light was not continuous, it flickered on and off at an extremely fast frequency, as if someone was using a huge mirror to repeatedly turn a very bright light in various directions. Each turn left a short and hot afterimage in the field of vision.
Even those with their backs to the main battlefield and facing the rock wall can feel that beyond that layer of cover, the continuously expanding energy boundary formed by lightning and storm is crossing the ridge from the side with sufficient breath.
Like a huge wave higher than the top of the mountain, it is crossing the rocks in front of it to form a downward waterfall of light and wind, hitting the cliff and spreading out into finer ripples again.
It swept across their backs along the surface of the mountain, taking away the temperature, leaving behind a fine layer of touch that felt like being stung by static electricity.
Redd's body is pressed against the rock wall, and his boots are stepping on a slightly protruding stone platform. Under his feet are the water mist splashed by the waves rolled up by the storm when they repeatedly hit the root of the cliff. The surface of the stone platform has become slippery under the erosion of continuous wind pressure and sea fog.
But he doesn't need extra support - his body has long since adapted to the need to maintain stability on an unstable surface.
His center of gravity adjusted accordingly with every tremor of the ground, and no extra attention was needed to control it.
Not far behind him, Douglas was also clinging to the rock wall, but his posture was not as relaxed as his, with two arms resting on a wider rock surface.
The body leaned forward slightly, the knees were slightly bent, and the chin was tightly tucked into the gap between the collar and the breastplate. He squinted his eyes to avoid the debris blown up by the wind, sand and lightning. After a while, he slowly turned sideways and turned his cheek towards him.
"Your Highness, this movement..."
Redd didn't look at him. His voice was mixed between the intermissions of wind and thunder, and it was surprisingly smooth. "Wait until it stops."
As he spoke, his eyes were still looking at the expanding energy boundary. Through the torn clouds, he could see more and denser lightning extending downward along the airflow and energy channels activated by King Ghidorah.
On the ground that had been burned many times, a continuously covering, flickering light surface was formed, which was far more intense and lasting than anything they had experienced just now between the hills and the position.
On the ridge, several rocks struck by lightning had broken into smaller pieces and rolled down from high places. Some fell outside their sheltered area, while others fell against the edge of the cliff.
It stirred up new splashes of gravel, continued to jump and roll down the slope, and finally fell into the sea water, causing a white, fine splash when it was swallowed by the waves.