Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

It was like a tide surging out from the kingdom of God, tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of pale ghosts wearing hoods silently chasing after the dragons, setting foot on this long-lost land full of living people.

"Was it that lord's decision to launch such a large-scale group charge? Doesn't he know that similar tactics have completely lost their effectiveness on human battlefields since the beginning of the last century?" A strategic expert frowned as he looked down at the heroic spirits with golden will-o'-the-wisp flickering in their eye sockets.

They were exactly like the heroes who had sniped Chu Tianjiao and Lu Mingfei on the same elevated road. They were wearing black wind cloaks, and their hands holding weapons were dry but their claws were sharp.

The spruce trees built around the safe haven undulated in waves in the fierce blizzard. The pale mountains were soon filled with watery black. Giant dragons covered with iron-blue scales flapped their wings and took off one by one. They cast huge shadows on the ground, and their roars echoed across half of Siberia.

More and more heroes were pouring out of Odin's kingdom, seemingly endless. They were the army created by the main god who had ridden the eight-legged Pegasus Sleipnir to every battlefield in the world for thousands of years with all his efforts to deal with the Ragnarok.

They fought in the arena, honed their skills and exercised every inch of muscle in their bodies. After death, they were resurrected in Valhalla deep in the land of the dead and then stepped into the battlefield again.

Lu Lincheng pursed his lips, his eyes flashing coldly under the lenses, "You don't know enough about the dragon race. Do you think there are any long-range guided weapons that can be used in a place like this?" He said,
"Twelve first-generation dragons and thousands of pure-blooded dragons have crawled out of their graves. The elements within a radius of tens of thousands of kilometers should be in disorder. The elemental tides are stirring back and forth to produce high-energy particles. The particle flow interacts with the Earth's magnetic field, causing severe disturbances in the ionosphere. As our strategic expert, you should know what this means."

The ionosphere is a key medium for the reflection and propagation of radio waves. Its disturbance will directly block long-distance communications between the ground and satellites, and between the ground and the ground.

In addition, those charged high-energy particle flows will be emitted up and down. After penetrating the atmosphere, they will generate induced currents in electronic equipment, similar to the effects of electromagnetic pulse attacks, burning circuit chips and precision components, causing modern warfare equipment such as radar, satellite navigation, and missile guidance that rely on electronic systems to fail completely.

"Before the end of Ragnarok, all electromagnetic frequency bands in northern Asia and the Arctic Circle will be interfered with. Any communication methods that rely on electromagnetic waves will be completely interrupted. As long as they obtain the blood of the Supreme Being, they will immediately enter the ultimate evolution. After that, the Kremlin will not even have time to react before it will be swept away and defeated by the heroic spirits that are sweeping in like a tide. It is difficult to destroy the clustered Deadpools and subspecies in a short period of time without accidentally injuring civilians by relying on traditional mechanized warfare modes and non-electronic thermal weapons." Lu Lincheng's voice trembled slightly.
"The dragons have been waiting for this decisive battle for thousands of years, and they will not allow any accidents to happen. The new Holy Empire will spread to the whole of Europe and Asia with Siberia's frozen ground, which has not melted for tens of thousands of years, as its center. After losing those high-yield ballistic missiles, relying solely on the heavy-armored troops of countries around the world that have gradually withdrawn from the main sequence will not be able to stop the dragons that have accumulated hatred and anger for tens of thousands of years."

Everyone realized that this was the real end. Such a thrilling advance even made them temporarily forget that there was still a crucial cutting operation going on in the operating room behind them.

At this time, an even more magnificent scene appeared in front of them. Water far more turbulent than the Niagara Falls suddenly fell from the sky. When they looked up, they could only see a crack in the depths of the dark clouds, and the water was gushing out from there.

The height of this water flow is at least a thousand meters. One after another, warships with extremely ferocious and ancient shapes and styles fell along the water flow into the turbulent Red Sea at the gateway to the Nibelung, causing huge waves dozens of meters high.

Those warships seemed to be made of bronze, with huge skeletons adorning the bows, and the wings of the skeletons spread out, covered with human-like corpses; the hulls were embedded with dense ancient shellfish, like the open fingernails of a dead person. They floated and sank after falling into the water, with huge sails fully spread, and black backs dozens of meters long under the water cutting through the waves. Each ship was connected to several similar subspecies by black iron chains, speeding at an astonishing speed on the turbulent sea surface and charging towards the atomic bomb site where the genes were leaked. On the decks stood silent heroes, their wind cloaks blowing in the wind, like black mist.

It was like the scene in Norse mythology when Ragnarok came. The sea broke open, and a huge ship made of dead people's fingernails rose from the bottom of the sea. The goddess of death Hela and the undead stood on the ship, venting their anger to the world of the living.

But at this moment, another bell rang, deep inside the building, so harsh and so violent, as if it wanted to wake up the sleeping souls with the noise.

Everyone looked around in horror.

After the communication was cut off, no one should be able to contact the safe haven. Who could be calling now? The devil?
"It was a landline telephone that had been buried under the frozen soil before 1991. We found it in the ruins of Black Swan Port and preserved its facilities and communication devices intact!" The guard, with a graying beard and gradually looking old, made crisp sounds when he ran. He looked at Lu Lincheng with a serious expression.
"I think you'd better go and have a look, Mr. Secretary."

Lu Lincheng pushed away the researcher who was blocking his way and ran into the deep corridor behind the guard without saying a word.

At the end of the corridor, outside the operating room where Lu Mingfei was performing a cutting operation, the sound of a telephone ringing frantically was indeed coming from the black metal box.

This thing is the most old-fashioned battlefield telephone, using copper wire to transmit information. It has no extra functions, and can only ensure that two unconnected positions on the battlefield can communicate with each other. In this way, if you are defeated in the frontal fight, you can decide whether to leave one person behind and the other person to escape, or to put bayonets on your rifles together and die together with the enemy who rushed into the position.

This thing was probably the only tool that allowed Dr. Herzog to communicate with the outside world when Black Swan Port still stood in the northernmost part of this continent.

In that crazy and idealistic era, Soviet engineers dug trenches six or seven meters deep on the hard permafrost. Such trenches extended for thousands of kilometers and spread out in Siberia like the branches of a big tree. Copper wires were buried underneath to serve as conductors, allowing every city, every port, and every army to continue to maintain contact even if a nuclear war broke out.

Because of the establishment of Nibelungen, this landline should have been completely abandoned. It appears here only as a kind of exhibition effect.

The boundary between the Land of the Dead and the real world is a vague concept. It will not cut off the thousands of kilometers long copper wire but will block the propagation of electric current in it.

But I think it was probably because Pompeii had made up his mind to have a complete showdown and to welcome the destined Ragnarok here, so that the border of the Nibelung began to fluctuate and the interrupted line was actually reconnected.

Lu Lincheng knocked on the black metal box, picked up the phone, and waited quietly without saying a word until a familiar, deep, old man's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Commissioner Lu Lincheng, how many years have we not seen each other?" The old man chuckled, his voice revealing gentleness and laziness.

"It's been twenty-one years since we last met at Kassel College." "Ming Fei is a good boy. Have you met him? Are you proud of him?" The person on the other end of the phone had a magnetic voice. It sounded like both a greeting and a question. Lu Lincheng's face showed an expression of facing a formidable enemy.

"We're operating on him now, Ragnarok has already begun," he said.

"I guess electromagnetic wave communications over Siberia and all the modern war machines we can use are out of service, right?" said the old man.

Lu Lincheng was silent for a moment: "I'm afraid so, Principal. I'm glad to know that you're still alive, but it's too late. Once the decisive battle is launched, we will be excluded from the list of new gods."

"No, no, no, no, my dear child, you have been my student for many years. Do you still believe that I am obsessed with becoming a god?" Angers said softly.

"I am just an avenger walking alone in the world. All those who participated in the Summer Mourning incident should be crushed to ashes."

"But you are too late. The Council of Elders and their army have already landed outside the safe haven. The gate of the Nibelungen opens opposite the gate of the Kingdom of God. Deep in the eye of the sea is the embryo of the Black King. He has not yet been born, and there is no time to transfer his core. After his death, his genes will help Pompey and his army become a new race of gods."

"If the old dog's plan had been followed, there would really be nothing we could do about it, but fortunately we have been preparing for this a long time ago," said Angers.

Lu Lincheng was about to speak, but suddenly he felt someone patting his shoulder.

He glanced back and his expression immediately became respectful.

At some point a man holding a whiskey stood behind him. The guy was wearing a black suit with a white bow tie on his collar and a strange leather mask on his face. The mask had a bird's beak-like structure on the mouth, which made him look funny and somewhat scary.

Doctors in Europe during the Middle Ages would wear similar masks when they went to see patients during plague. At that time, the Black Death was rampant, and various routes of transmission such as airborne and waterborne transmission made such areas almost a dead place. In order to avoid being affected by the stench of corpses and viruses, doctors would fill bird beaks with spices and medicinal herbs.

And now such a mask is the symbol of the Holy Palace Medical Society.

The man drank up the whiskey in his hand and smashed the orange-yellow gem-like gorgeous glass to the ground. He naturally took the landline phone from Lu Lincheng's hand, put the receiver to his lips, and a low laugh came from the depths of his beak.

"It's not something an old gentleman would do to call your friend an old dog in private, my dear Hilbert Jean-Anger." He said with a smile. Although Lu Lincheng couldn't see the man's demeanor and expression because of the bird-beak mask, he was smiling.
"You are really tough. You are much harder to kill than your friend Menek."

"I know it's you, Pompey. There's a hint of conspiracy in your voice... A city like Rome is not suitable for you. You are more suitable for the slums of Rio de Janeiro, where there are enough sewers for you to live in." Angé spat.

"I'm sorry, I just can't help it. How are you and your friends going to stop me? Are you going to rely on your elite specialists who can't even beat a special forces unit?" Pompey was still smiling.

Ange said: "Of course not. Your fleet is heading for the eye of the sea, right? Our fleet has also arrived. It seems that we will be able to enjoy an epic naval battle soon."

"Your fleet? Could it be Carl Vinson? Or Eisenhower who is carrying out military operations in Haiti? Don't be ridiculous. You and I know the dragon clan as well. The elemental turbulence stirred up by the Elders Council can make your aircraft carrier formation blind in this sea area. My warships are from the ancient era of dragons. Technology is only a small part of it. Perfect alchemy is the basis for us to dominate this sea area."

"If we had been able to guess your plan long ago, we would definitely not have used this conventional method. In the past ten years, we have been restarting the production line of the Iowa battleship in the shipyard. What's interesting is that my friend and I are not inferior to your Saint Palace Medical Association in terms of wealth." Angers chuckled, "Super battleships with unlimited supplies on the ocean are almost the uncrowned kings of modern and contemporary stringed warfare. Let's see whether your big ship made of dead people's fingernails is more magnificent, or the human ironclad ship is more dangerous."

Pompey was stunned for a moment, then he continued to laugh: "Even if our power on the sea is temporarily equal, how can you face my heroic spirit?"

"The Kremlin has already deployed ten divisions on the Novosibirsk front. Down below, an army group from the southern giant has crossed the river into Tatar territory. Alaska, separated from Siberia by a strait, has the 1st Cavalry Division and the Marine Corps ready for battle. With modern mobility, we can gather a million troops nearby within a week," said Angers.

"Of course, of course, and you old guys who think you are so great... Do you really think that kid is going to surrender so easily? Open your eyes, Pompey Gattuso, and see what you are going to face!"

Pompey's eyes widened, and golden-red light flowed out from the eyeholes of his mask.

He didn't need to look back to hear the sudden sound of drums, the sound of an incomparably powerful heart beating in the empty chest.

(End of this chapter)