The figure on the horse still maintained its original posture under King Ghidorah's continuous gaze.
His hand holding the reins did not tighten, and the angle of his head was not deflected by King Ghidorah's fangs. His gaze passed through the area between the mask and King Ghidorah's line of sight, and landed on Redd.
There was no nervousness in his gaze, more like confirming that Redd did not immediately order an attack after noticing him, so he spent the extra time observing Redd's posture and position, and then allocated his limited attention to the giant beast that was baring its fangs at him.
Redd looked at him for a few seconds.
He did not speak in a hurry. He first confirmed that King Ghidorah had completed the accumulation preparations on all three heads, and then took a step forward to make himself more clearly within the range illuminated by the torch. It also made it easier for him to send instructions to King Ghidorah's side in time when he noticed any unnecessary movements.
"How did you come into this world?" he asked, without adding a title or making an opening statement. His tone was more like he was going over the rest of the information with a person he stopped who already knew part of the answer.
The figure on the horse answered in a smooth voice, with a slightly dull resonance filtered by the mask. "Of course I was invited."
His tone did not rise and fall, as if he was stating a known fact that did not require additional explanation, "Otherwise, we would not be able to cross the world barrier.
Without accurate beacon guidance, any attempt to establish a passage between the two worlds will fail. Either they will be lost in the mezzanine space, or they will be excluded by the repair mechanism of the world itself.
The identity and capabilities of the inviter determine the accuracy and capacity of the channel."
He paused, as if waiting for Redd to digest that sentence, and then continued, "The fourteen volcanoes on the peninsula where you are, and the magic network beneath them, are a ready-made beacon system for the inviter that can be connected."
Redd smiled. The smile did not extend to the entire face, but the corners of the mouth were slightly raised, and they soon returned to normal.
"The other party must have put forward conditions. If I guess correctly, the conditions should be related to me. They should ask you to kill me or drive me out of this peninsula."
The figure on the horse neither denied nor directly admitted it.
He was silent for a moment, and then spoke in a tone that was close to a statement, "This peninsula has extremely strong magic power. It is an ideal habitat for Demon Dragon, but for most living things, it is a poison that continues to corrode.
Our soldiers also suffered additional attrition after entering this land. Every combat unit lost its integrity from the moment it entered the surface from the underground.
If you take your dragons and leave here, we won't need to invest more troops.
A war can be avoided."
Redd didn't answer, but just looked at him. The silence lasted for a while, and his eyes seemed to be waiting for him to say something more weighty.
But after he realized that the other party really didn't have any more chips to spread, he spoke slowly, "I don't know what confidence you have to say such things to me in this situation."
His tone remained calm, "But it's better for you to die directly."
The figure on the horse sat up straighter when Redd said those words, and his body shape adjusted for a moment.
He seemed to have heard similar answers many times, and he was not surprised by these words. It just removed the polite part of the previous conversation.
His voice was lower than before. "You have no idea how powerful we are.
You have three hundred dragons in your hand, but you are facing a military system with a complete heritage and a large number of soldiers.
What you are facing is not an ordinary interdimensional passage, but a fully established transport network with entrances and exits continuously calibrated according to existing beacons."
His tone became more firm, as if he believed that at such a distance, the information itself had the power to prevent the other party from taking action.
Redd listened to what he said and was silent for a moment. Then he turned in the direction of King Ghidorah and said in a smooth voice without any unnecessary emotion, "Kill him."
King Ghidorah The head in the middle had completed the final energy compression when the command arrived.
The golden light rose upwards along the gaps between the scales on its neck, converged to the edge of the open corners of its mouth within half a breath, and spurted out at the same moment as the words fell,
A short and bright straight trajectory formed on the horizontal plane between the air and the ground, accurately hitting him and the dark horse under him.
The moment the beam of light touches the target, it covers them within its range of illumination, from complete outlines to fine remnants to a thin layer of scorch marks on the ground.
The riders, mounts, and the small patch of ground where they stayed were completely cleared from sight, leaving only the outline of a human figure and horse hooves that had been burned by the high temperature.
The surface shows a darker color than the surrounding ground, with a very light white color on the edges. It maintains a clear shape in the dim light at night and will not be covered by new dust for a while.
King Ghidorah retracted its neck after the launch was completed. The golden light faded from under the scales and returned to its usual energy reserve state. Its eyes swept from the horse's stopping point to the direction of the mine.
After confirming that there were no more hoofbeats coming from that direction, he returned his gaze to Redd and waited for the next instruction.
Redd stood next to the cleaned ground, looking at the small piece of humanoid and horse hoof outlines that had been burned into a dark color by Gravity Beam, and was confirming in what form the information that had just disappeared in front of him would reappear in the future.
At present, only a few key points can be determined: the exit position of that channel is inside Valyrian Peninsula, and King Ghidorah can form a coverage advantage when dealing with large-scale ground forces.
The depth and complexity of the underground mines will limit his direct attack on the Orcs' lair, and the other party will not give up control of the peninsula just because of a setback.
He turned around and walked towards the camp, walking faster than when he came.
Douglas followed him, the flames of the torch dragging a diagonal tail of light backwards at a faster moving speed.
King Ghidorah also turned behind them, like a huge moving shield wall, moving slowly at the end of the team in the direction they just walked.
When they returned to camp, the fire had been burning steadily for some time.
The layout of the camp was rearranged after the inventory was completed, and some damaged tents were replaced with spare ones. The material storage area was also reclassified and stacked so that items that needed to be reused at night were closer to the inside of the wall.