This continuous release lasted for a long period of time, as King Ghidorah had to ensure that all moving things around it were completely incapacitated, so that the golden and white light could gradually converge back into its own outline.
The frequency of thunder and lightning changed from the initial continuous flashing to intermittent flickering, and the intensity of the storm was gradually weakening. The rewinding and whistling of the airflow that could originally be felt began to become lighter.
The trajectory of the sand and stones blown up by the wind in the air also became shorter and weaker, and they slowly lost the height when they were thrown up.
Redd feels that the vibrations under his feet are becoming sparse, and the ground pulsations that can be felt every moment are decreasing in a way that can be counted one by one, until the last few intervals become longer, and then stop completely.
The surface of the mountain also returned to stillness at this moment, no longer being repeatedly squeezed by external forces as before. In the gaps and cracks that were being filled,
Occasionally, one or two very thin wisps of steam with scorching residual heat escaped, but it was no longer enough to make any bigger noise.
He listened for a while, confirming that the howling of the wind had returned to normal levels and the crackling of thunder and lightning had dissipated, and then he released the hand holding on to the edge of the rock.
He straightened up from the rock wall, turned his head and glanced at the people behind him who were also looking for shelter - they were slowly straightening up from the rock wall and the back of the cliff they were leaning on,
Some people patted the dust on their helmets, some moved their shoulders and necks that were stiffened by the wind, and some were pulling themselves back upright from a squatting position.
He turned his head and glanced in the direction of the camp. The ground that had been repeatedly washed away by golden thunderstorms had turned into a broken dark slab, as if it had been broken and then re-glued.
The rocks on the surface melted under high temperatures and then solidified again, forming an uneven smooth shell, which reflected extremely weak fragments of light in the remaining firelight and the darkening sky again.
He saw several slow-moving Demon Dragon flying low along the edge of the scorched area. They did not land on the high-temperature treated ground, but chose to briefly settle in the cooler area on the outer edge, shaking off the dust and debris on their wings.
King Ghidorah is located north of the center of the scorch area.
After the last thunder and lightning burst, it had folded its wings, and its posture switched from a fighting state to a more standing stance. Its three heads turned to different directions and were slowly checking the surrounding ground.
There are no living creatures still moving in the scorch mark area. Orcs and trolls have not been spared. The large number of existences that once formed a queue on the battlefield and maintained the rhythm of advancement,
At this moment, they have all fallen to the ground and are scattered on the ground in the same posture as when they stopped moving. Some were directly hit by lightning and solidified in the scorch marks in the posture of falling to the ground.
The outlines have been blurred to the point of being almost unrecognizable; some maintain the postures they tried to avoid before they were alive, curled up, and turned sideways. Under the combined effect of high temperature and electric current, it is difficult to distinguish the original boundary between them and the ground.
The corpses of those giant monsters were larger in size. After being repeatedly impacted by lightning and storms, their appearance was no longer a complete and recognizable shape.
It is more like a layer of gray-white residue covering the ground that once had a rough outline, and the interior has lost all identifiable structure.
Among the corpses, there were a large number of scorched, broken, and melted pieces of equipment - orc weapons, armor, horns, flagpoles - scattered on the ground, some of which had been integrated with the molten layer on the surface, like fragments embedded in a huge, dark amber.
There was no sound coming from that area, no movement, no struggle, no cry for help, only the wind was still slowly and continuously passing through that area, carrying the remaining embers and ashes farther away.
Redd stood on the edge of the rock wall, looking at the cleared area.
He did not rush to let anyone go over to check, nor did he ask Douglas to arrange a patrol to confirm the situation.
He first closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and directed his attention in the direction of the giant beast through the link that had always existed between him and King Ghidorah.
He found a connection point in the interval of spiritual resonance, and then his consciousness slid into King Ghidorah's perception system along that link.
The next moment, he saw three juxtaposed images spread out in his field of vision at the same time. The perspective was from three heads - the middle head was slightly taller.
Extending more to the front and into the distance, you can see farther, but it is easy to ignore small traces on the ground due to the height;
The head on the right is tilted to the side, paying more attention to the area it is stepping on and some scattered objects closer;
The head on the left is farther back and has a lower sight angle, mainly scanning the Rift on the ground and the edges of the residue.
Receiving picture information from three pairs of eyes at the same time will cause strong dizziness and cognitive confusion for most people, but Redd has long been accustomed to this kind of superimposed sensory input.
He allowed his consciousness to maintain a balance between these three pictures, letting them spread out in his perception at the same time, so as to cover a more complete picture of the ground and confirm whether there were any signs of living things that really required him to draw a conclusion for himself.
Through the interlaced coverage of the three fields of view, he confirmed the cleared area - whether it was on the ground covered with scorch marks, in the gaps where debris was piled, or on the edges of the terrain that had been changed by storms and lightning,
There was no longer any existence that could be called "living" or "active". Those strong orcs who had commanded and held down the formation behind the orcs were now lying on the ground like the other orcs, without any more movement.
After confirming all the safety details, King Ghidorah started eating.
Its three heads bent toward the ground from different directions at the same time. It bit the upper half of the nearest giant monster corpse in the middle. The teeth cut into the burnt skin and the lower part no longer retained the original elastic texture.
The whole corpse was lifted from the ground, the head was raised suddenly, and the corpse was thrown into the throat. The muscles of the mouth and throat contracted and closed successively, sending it into the esophagus.
Looking from that angle, you can see that the half-burnt troll's skin has dark gray and tan cracks on the edge of the opening, and the incision reveals a section that has completely lost its blood color and is the color of cooked meat.
The sound made when its teeth cut through the scorched skin and muscles was clearly transmitted to the sensory information received by Redd through the conduction of the skull.
It was a series of crisp and intensive cracking and smashing sounds, like biting into a whole piece of thick shell that had been baked until it was hard and crispy, and then continued to be broken into smaller pieces by more subsequent bites.