Volume Dragon: Start by obtaining the Infinity Gems

Chapter 314 US Military Deployment
Irene's eardrums were suddenly filled with the sound of morning prayers in three hundred languages. When she realized that she could distinguish every dialect, the vertical pupils of the scroll dragon were reflecting the nerve impulses on her retina.

"Save the ridiculous translation ceremony." The dragon's sound waves were directly engraved on the temporal cortex, and the recorder in Dan's hand burst into sparks. "I am the ferryman of the torrent of knowledge. You should be grateful for this blessing."

Irene's military manual slipped out of her pocket, and the confidentiality clauses on the yellowed pages were automatically translated into Phoenician. She pressed her temples to resist the flood of information: "What do you need?"

The dark purple eyes of the Volume Dragon flashed a cold color: "Searching for the last cage of the forgotten." The dragon claws lightly tapped the void, and holographic projections of different landforms appeared on the facades of the buildings in the five blocks at the same time: nuclear bunkers, Mayan pyramids, and Soviet-style tube buildings flashed alternately.

Dan's press card suddenly began to ooze ink and turned into a real-time updated world map. Irene realized that the creature was looking for a place whose characteristics he didn't know clearly.

Three hundred red dots are randomly jumping across the North American continent. As Erin repeated the story into the encrypted satellite phone, she heard the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff's breathing change: "Ask it. Ask that thing. What can America gain?"

Irene's hair fluttered in the air currents created by the dragon's wings. She swallowed and felt her heart beating too fast.

"Your Excellency, humanity needs something more specific."

"The right to choose?" The sneer of the Volume Dragon triggered an EMP shock wave, and the dashboards of all armored vehicles displayed different garbled codes.

“When an ant nest faces a flood, it’s never the ants that need to think.”

Erin's retina suddenly felt like it was burning. She saw twelve different futures split in front of her: the president signed a loyalty agreement in the White House bunker, the Pentagon turned into the Emerald Library, and the lava vents in Yellowstone Park erupted simultaneously.
"Tell your master—" The dragon claws pierced into the square floor tiles, and the current of the Manhattan power grid wove the Doomsday Clock through the countless wires in the cracks, "The first country to find the cage will have the honor of choosing the material of the shackles."

Then, the monster that covered the sky and the sun took off into the air and flew towards Nevada.
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The air in the Pentagon's underground operations room was filled with the tarry smell of Cuban cigars, and Admiral William Crawford's crocodile leather boots stepped heavily on the nuclear button briefcase. The holographic projection spread the Nevada desert terrain into a faint blue light carpet, and the slowly moving red dot looked like a drop of blood seeping into rice paper.

"Gentlemen, it's time to show this lizard who holds the sword of truth." The admiral tapped the satellite image with his knuckles. The shadow cast by the wings of the Volume Dragon was covering the perimeter of Area 51. "Three armored divisions, two hundred latest F-16s, plus the ones transferred from Greenland..."

"Polaris missiles." CIA Director Robert Kane suddenly interrupted, the Pentagon badge on his collar flashing a cold light, "Are you sure you want to use tactical nuclear weapons?"

"We must be cautious when facing this unknown creature." Another senior government official also said at this time: "I don't think we can just kill it like this."

"We haven't even figured out where it came from. Is it an unknown creature from outer space, or is it a product of, uh, a fictional game that the FBI is investigating?"

"If it's the latter," most people in the meeting turned serious, "What does this mean?"

“Is the virtual plot in the game becoming reality? If so, is this dragon just the beginning, and will there be more similar ones in the future?”

"If not, then could the so-called Wizards of the Coast be a product of some kind of early infiltration by alien creatures? If so, God knows how many of us have been infiltrated!"

CIA Director Robert looked grim: "No matter which conjecture it is, it is very absurd! Putting aside the former, if those alien civilizations really exist, why do they spend so much effort to promote a game?" A professor of folklore said leisurely: "I think, instead of thinking about those ideas that go against biological motivations, it is better to consider whether this matter is really possible to be a mystical event?"

Several senior government officials looked at each other, with hesitation in their eyes. They certainly knew information that ordinary people didn't know.

Whether it is the super power experiment or the "reverse world" connected to the earth, it all means that supernatural powers exist.

But if that is true, do they really have the power to resist a mythical dragon?

"Humanity needs to avenge its humiliation!" Admiral Crawford opened the battle plan, and a yellowed copy of the Declaration of Independence slipped off the pages. "Operation Grey Eagle will prove that even mythical creatures must submit to..."

The alarm suddenly ripped through the air, and the red dot on the holographic projection burst into a dazzling light. The technician screamed and called up the real-time picture: the scroll dragon was writing ancient Hebrew on the desert with its tail fin, each letter was the size of a Boeing 747, and the burning scales looked like a molten galaxy in the night vision lens.

"It's laughing at us." CIA Director Kane stared at the sentence that was gradually taking shape.

“Proverbs 16:18 – Pride goes before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall.”
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When two hundred F-16s flew over Nevada, Nemesis had already noticed these uninvited guests.

"The arrogance of Americans is ridiculous." Nemesis glanced at the dark shadow in the sky with disdain.

Want to use these toys against him?
He gently raised his dragon claw and pointed his finger, and the graceful dragon shape posed a mysterious posture in the air, chanting a spell to tear apart reality in a low voice.

Eighth-ring Shaping Mythopoeic Spell—Yang Yan Blast!

Endless magic power is tearing the strings of the magic network, and the Nevada desert is being stained by a light that surpasses sunlight.

The blue arcane lines on the surface of the Volume Dragon suddenly burst into star-like spots of light, high-frequency oscillating white light particles burst out from the gaps between the dragon scales, and the air showed an iridescent film due to ionization. That was the precursor to the birth of the Yangyan Explosion - a pure white light ball with a diameter of two kilometers condensed over the desert, like a moon crushed by God.

On the Pentagon's electronic sand table, the electronic screen of the Nevada Test Site was dyed blood red. Admiral William Crawford used a laser pen to draw across the huge projection screen: "Two hundred F-16s, three armored divisions, plus the plasma weapons activated from Area 51, are enough"

His boast was cut short by the flash of Yang Yanbao. In the real-time satellite image, a small sun was rising from the plain.

"Vulture Squadron, evade!" The scream of the mobile unit leader was drowned in the white noise. His retina was branded with the last image of his life: twenty-four F-16 fighters rushed towards the light ball like moths to a flame, and their wings vaporized into silver steam in the absolute light. When the shock wave swept through, the depleted uranium armor of the M1 Abrams tank turned red, and the molten metal droplets condensed into mirror-like quartz crystals on the sand.

The Pentagon's surveillance footage was instantly overexposed, and when the footage was restored, technicians discovered a glass plain with a diameter of five kilometers on the desert surface. The silicate material reshaped by the Yangyan explosion formed a perfect fractal pattern, and the angle of each geometric structure was accurate to milliseconds.

(End of this chapter)