Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

The wreckage of the T80 tank was burning fiercely on the silent Siberian plains. Black smoke was rising straight up in the windless season, like dozens or hundreds of thin lines connecting the sky and the earth.

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Covered by a high-energy particle cloud caused by the elemental turbulence raised by the Holy Palace Medical Society, all spy satellites and monitoring methods are ineffective in this land stretching for tens of thousands of kilometers.

The army commanders received orders to use artillery fire to kill all non-human creatures in their path. All life that appeared on this land was an enemy.

So when the first T80 tank entered the deadly gray wasteland with its engine roaring like a lion or tiger, the smoke and flames from the exploding shells immediately opened the curtain of the war between man and dragon in this era.

The North Sea Scrolls recorded the last glimmer of the dragon race. After the four great monarchs and the oppressed humans joined forces to overthrow the rule of the Black King, the dragon race gradually weakened. But around the sea where the White King was executed, the last group of dragons once built towering copper pillars in the northernmost part of the Pan-Continent. Those copper pillars recorded the glory of the Holy Empire in countless words. One after another, the first or third generation of the dragon race, who once spread their majesty far and wide, built their own cities under those towering copper pillars. Under each city, corpse hunters forged with ancient alchemy and the wealth collected by the gods were buried.

Later, a great change completely destroyed the dragon civilization in history. The cities that contained wealth and armies that could help the dragons regain power in the world were all submerged by the violent movement of geological plates.

When the Holy Palace Medical Academy was determined to face the twilight of the gods, it awakened the cities buried deep underground. At the same time, dozens of Nibelungen Gates leading to the Kingdom of God were opened above those cities.

Countless heroic spirits spread like a black tide over the mountains and frozen lakes. The bronze pillars standing at the northern end of the world, which once allowed the throne to be at the top and even overlook the undulating Ural Mountains, were sent out from the depths of the earth by the reactivated alchemical matrix and rose up among the mountains and wastelands. The black shadows seemed to cut the entire world apart.

One hundred kilometers into the Central Siberian Plateau, the 36th Army took the lead in engaging the enemy. After many years, the iron fist of materialism once again hit the devil's head hard. Smoothbore cannon shells were fired one after another like thunder falling on the ground, but no matter how many alchemical zombies wearing black wind cloaks were killed, there was no end in sight.

The commander of this army is a young man named Xie Miao, a senior military officer recently dispatched by the Ministry of National Defense, with obvious yellow-skinned features.

He was the immortal who had fought side by side with Lu Mingfei in City 023. His full name should be Semyon Nomokolov, who had sniped and killed more than 300 German soldiers during World War II.

After receiving the dragon blood serum extracted from the black snake's body, the vaccine, who was suffering from organ failure and even on the verge of death, regained his vitality. The hot blood burned in his veins again, and his heart pumped the vitality of youth to his limbs and bones.

This is a war with no retreat. The more distant Western European countries have already begun indiscriminate attacks. Odin's thousand-year plan has not been without progress. The old powers have long been infiltrated like a sieve, and no Western troops will support Moscow anymore.

There has never been a group charge of this scale in the world since 1945. The Eastern Military District is at an absolute disadvantage. They lack artillery, tanks, and fighter planes. Only a steady stream of troops are still being deployed into the battle. The Russian branch of the Kassel Academy has been completely reorganized and incorporated into the Wehrmacht. They have experience in dealing with similar enemies, but it is like ink dropped into a lake, unable to create even the slightest wave.

Semyon sat upright in the co-pilot seat of a military jeep. He put on his military uniform that he had kept for ninety years. On the chest of the uniform were pinned the Order of Lenin, the Order of the Red Flag and the Order of the Red Star from left to right.

He and his division had just charged through a horde of nearly a hundred corpse hunters, and the army was still filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood.

So far they have not suffered any casualties, because the flank led by Xie Miao has not yet discovered a large-scale gathering of corpse hunters that can break through their barrage of bullets.

The artillery units on the front battlefield can support them in using slow-moving artillery fire to deal a devastating blow to the approaching enemy forces, and the losses should not be too serious.

However, the supply lines were too long, and these vanguard armies would soon be in a dilemma of having no artillery shells available.

And they didn't even have time to engage in battle with the main force of dragon servants who had resurrected from their graves.

In this situation, calling for artillery support or even directly using intercontinental missiles are far better options than launching a group charge, but with current human technology, there is still no way to deal with the thick chaotic ionosphere covering the sky.

The huge arsenal accumulated by Russia's heavy industry makes it difficult to carry out large-scale bombing of the Deadpool clusters scattered across Siberia.

Fortunately, the 42th Army, which was expanded and reorganized based on the former headquarters of the 58nd Army of the North Caucasus Military District, has a total of people being transferred from Chechnya to Novosibirsk by large transport planes that take off and land repeatedly. Thousands of main battle tanks are back in use, and the steel torrent will flood the permafrost of Siberia from west to east within a few days.

At this moment, a deafening roar suddenly sounded in the southern sky. Xie Miao stood up in the jeep, put his hands in front of the door and looked far behind. A group of black iron birds appeared in the sky there. Xie Miao recognized the origin of the group of fighter jets.

The F-15J formation is the fourth-generation heavy fighter jet of the Japan Air Self-Defense Force, but it should not be here. With the fuel tank load, it should have crashed due to energy exhaustion shortly after entering the Central Siberian Plateau.

However, this formation of more than 20 F-15J fighter jets was not the main attack force that was really going to enter the core of the chaotic ionosphere. They kept moving forward at a constant speed, obviously guarding the C17 heavy transport aircraft in the middle.

A ferocious eight-headed dragon totem was painted on the belly of the heavy transport aircraft.

Almost all the elite members of the Eight Snake Clans were mobilized. The true super hybrid Uesugi Yue restored his condition to its peak and stepped onto this desolate land and sky with the dignity of his shadow emperor.

The other old man who sat beside him, holding his breath and concentrating, but silently spreading the majesty of the Dragon King to the sky on all sides, was the only one among this group of people who was qualified to fight into the Ragnarok of the Gods.

Hilbert Jean Angers.

His old, blood-clearing right hand was still pressing the landline phone, and the Word Snake transmitted the electrical signal to the copper wire under the ground, using it as a conductor to communicate with Pompeii.

——The dragons that came out of the kingdom of God were all believers of Odin, but he did not feel sad or angry. He just stared from afar at Lu Mingfei who was gradually rising into the sky with his wings spread out like a cross.

The Bazu Pegasus Sleipriel, who had been killed many times, let out a deafening roar from his mouth as he did every time in the past. The beast's face was also inlaid with a silver mask, and thunder flashed in the mouth and eye holes of the mask. A blazing glow burned under its bronze pillar-like hooves.

The gale of death summoned by Lu Mingfei was still raging in the distant sky. The flesh and bones of dozens of pure-blooded dragons were mixed into the hurricane, sweeping back and forth like a scarlet cloud.

"Cancel!" A deep and powerful command sounded from all directions. The ancient Council of Elders, today's Holy Palace Medical Society, and the ancient dragons who wanted to leave their names on the list of new gods as old gods all vibrated the ancient dragon script from their vocal cords at the same time.

The realm of death fell apart, and the swirling elemental turbulence turned into flying ashes in the sky. The originally raging bloody wind suddenly disappeared, as if it had been sucked away by another space.

Those real dragons flapped their bone wings and hovered thousands of meters in the air. Their bodies were even larger than blue whales, and their red-gold vertical pupils glowed like lava falling from the sky.

Twelve dragons once held the same status and power as the four monarchs in the Holy Empire of the Dragon Clan. Their numbers were once even greater, guarding the Black Throne in the north of the world, reading the emperor's decrees to the empire as a parliament and a cabinet. For countless years, the Council of Elders fought each other, devoured the first and third generation species that were outside the core circle of power, and gradually supplemented their genes and authority. Until today, they can even do things that only the Supreme and the Controller of All Elements can do by jointly stirring their blood.

They even canceled the orders Lu Mingfei gave to this world.

"Among us are Zeus, Ra, and even Indra. Who do you think you are against? The gods have come out from their respective kingdoms, destined to crush everything that stands in our way." Odin's voice was majestic. He slowly swung his spear and drew a circle around him. The path of the spear immediately burned brightly, like a red sun, and he and his horse Sleipnir were standing in this sun.

Word spirit. Black sun.

The high-risk words of the Bronze and Fire Kings cannot be imitated by the kings of other series. Odin can use this ability easily, which means that he has obtained the part of the dragon bone cross that Frost took out of the ice cellar as bait.

Thousands of ravens flew from nowhere and circled above Odin's head, forming a huge black vortex. Hard black feathers with metallic veins fell down one after another, like a black snow, or like countless burnt tulip petals floating in the air.

Lu Mingfei snapped his fingers crisply, and the bright light and astonishing heat gathered around Odin cooled down at the same time. The domain of the black sun disappeared just like when the Elders' Council cancelled Lu Mingfei's judgment just now.

Odin was stunned for a moment, then he covered his face, as if amused by his own stupidity, and let out a low laugh.

Millions of heroic armies passed through the area where they were fighting, like a black tide split in two in front of a reef. At this moment, they all stopped, their footsteps were so consistent, as if the sound of plate movement was heard deep in the ground.

Countless pale faces with golden flames flickering in their eye sockets looked at them, strange and cold.

Odin suddenly turned around and took back the dark golden spear, the real Kungunir.

"I did miscalculate. The Supreme Being actually left his brother's cocoon in that woman's belly, letting her wander the world like a ghost, and then giving birth to you. Even after you entered the safe haven, I still wanted you to kill him and me, and when you decide the winner, a new era will begin." Odin said, riding his horse towards the Arctic Ocean with its red tide, without looking back.
"But you have no chance of winning against absolute power. You are alone and I have an army of thousands. I only need to sacrifice Star Maria to the embryo in the eye of the sea, awaken the father, and then kill and eat him to end Ragnarok."

The sound of the horse's hooves receding shook the sky and the sea. Lu Mingfei weighed the fury in his hand. The fully activated saber had now extended to a length of more than ten meters. With his current burly figure, he looked like a small ornament hanging on it.

He didn't say anything, but just flapped his wings, and in an instant he broke through the sound barrier and reached dozens of times the speed of sound.

Branch-like purple lightning blasted out from the chaotic ionosphere, each of which was hundreds of kilometers long, biting at the scales on Lu Mingfei's body like a group of snakes chasing him.

What a brilliant blow it was. The scattered high-energy particle streams impacted the dragons' neural circuits, immediately causing terrible hallucinations to appear in their souls that had remained calm for tens of thousands of years.

But another figure that was as hideous as a devil and as beautiful as an angel rushed out from the side and used the strange weapon in his hand to block the rage in Lu Mingfei's hand that was almost about to fall on Odin's wind cloak.

The shadow broke out from the chest of an elder, and was in the form of a first-generation human.

Lu Mingfei couldn't see his face clearly, he could only see the muscles undulating like the tide under the dark scales. More and more sounds of flesh and blood being torn apart were heard, and each elder showed his human form.

When they roar at the world with their huge dragon bodies, it means absolute destruction and supreme power.

When they take on human forms, they are far more flexible and dangerous than dragons.

Lightning flashed again and again to illuminate the gaps between the dark clouds in the sky, and after each flash of lightning, a silent elder appeared beside Lu Mingfei.

They had expressionless faces, their red-gold eyes staring at Lu Mingfei, the scales on their cheeks illuminated by the light of their pupils.

"There is no supreme position in the new era. You are out of date." said an elder.

Lu Mingfei swung his knife, and attacks from three directions simultaneously landed on the blade and spine of the knife, and he could not break through in a short time.

"We ended the emperor's rule in the same way back then, and we will end you in the same way now," said another elder.

Lu Mingfei suddenly appeared in front of him, crushed the old man's chest with his palms and took out the still beating heart from it.

Blood spurted all over his body.

"It's useless. I have dozens of similar bodies." The identical old man appeared beside Lu Mingfei again.

"A thousand troops cannot kill you, but they can stop you." Someone said, "Pompeii will complete our cause."

"I'm not alone." Lu Mingfei said suddenly.

He showed a hideous smile, his facial bones cracked, and scarlet blood flowed down.

Beside Lu Mingfei, rumbling thunder sounded from the cracks in space. A moment later, tremendous majesty descended upon the Elders' Council like a giant squeezing out of the valley through the cracks.

Signpost. Xiran, connection.

Beacon.BJ, conn.

The earth veins trembled. Fenrir, the king of the earth and mountains, had not yet completely descended, but his dignity had already made the world tremble. (End of this chapter)