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Chapter 160 Storm

The storm is coming.

The torrential rain poured down, as if the whole world was shrouded in a curtain of water, threatening to completely dissolve the land. The thunderous sound of the rain drowned out the rousing jazz music and drowned out all other sounds. Occasionally, only one or two flashes of bright white lightning could be seen, illuminating the dark rainy night and briefly lighting up the huge figure in the storm.

Its graceful body lines were a testament to the Creator's favor; each of its jet-black, smooth scales reflected the light of lightning, and its broad wings cleaved through the rain, making it as stable as a mountain in the stormy sky.

On the dragon's head, a pair of molten gold vertical pupils looked down at the land with a disdainful attitude, proclaiming its dominant position to everyone.

Kaden was falling in the torrential rain, his blood mingling with the raindrops and spreading into the sky.
He barely had time to react before the black dragon's spell struck him in mid-air. The last thing Kaden saw was the black dragon's cold, golden vertical pupils.

He fell into the Solago River, which was being battered by torrential rain, making a barely perceptible splash.

Lute rushed to the balcony, grabbed his binoculars, and peered into the stormy night sky.

After a flash of lightning, he saw the dragon's body, as large as a mountain peak, in the night sky.

"dragon"

He uttered the word softly.

There is only one true dragon in the world today.

"Ita Holonig!"

As the name appeared in his mind, he felt a gaze from above.

A chill ran down his spine, and he took a few steps back.

"That dragon, could it be that it wants..."

"No, the Governor's Mansion now has a fourth-level protective barrier, and she can't possibly break through it with her power."

He calmed himself down and immediately turned to his men at the door, shouting, "Go! Prepare the anti-aircraft guns! Shoot that thing down from the sky for me!"

The two Buren 14 anti-aircraft guns positioned to the left of the Governor's Palace creaked and rattled in the rainy night, their muzzles raised high.

Aiming at a fast-moving target in the sky during a downpour is nearly impossible, but after the shell is loaded into the chamber, green magical runes light up on the barrel. As the fuse is pulled, magical energy propels the shell out with a roar, and the powerful recoil shakes the surrounding water into the air.

Two anti-magic missiles traced green arcs in the rainy night, flying precisely toward the giant dragon in the sky with a completely incongruous trajectory.

However, after reaching a certain altitude, the two missiles seemed to suddenly lose all kinetic energy, abruptly halting their flight and falling downwards before hitting their targets.

The expected explosion did not occur, sending a chill down Lute's spine as he observed through his binoculars.

"The magic missile failed? Why?"

After a brief moment of stunned silence, he quickly regained his senses.
"Music! The music the enemy played after they took control of the broadcast station—that's what interfered with the magic missiles!"

But he quickly realized that if it could interfere with magic missiles, then it could also interfere with the Governor's Mansion's magic barrier.
The thought stunned him. He immediately turned around, grabbed a briefcase from the desk, rushed out of the room, and jumped out of the corridor window, landing in the muddy ground.

Just as he scrambled to his feet from the rain and staggered away, a terrifying pressure descended from the sky.

The explosive dragon breath fell with the torrential rain, covering the entire governor's mansion, and the earth trembled amidst the roar.

After the magical light faded, the governor's mansion, which possessed a fourth-tier protective spell, was reduced to ruins, with flames rising from the ruins.
High in the sky, the black dragon flapped its wings, ignoring the ruins below, then turned its gaze to the canal. In the direction she was looking, several small boats were braving the wind and waves to reach the shore, where the Surna Special Operations Unit "Black Owl" was landing. In the forest, the same unit was speeding through the rainy night to surround the governor's mansion.

The black dragon withdrew its gaze, changed direction, and flew into the distance.

It landed in front of an abandoned warehouse in the mountains. Its huge body was covered in light and released a lot of heat. It kept shrinking until the petite Ita slowly walked out of the steam, completely soaked.

She was only wearing a specially made bodysuit that covered her body. The fabric of this garment would not be damaged by the high heat energy of her true dragon form. She had just exited her dragon form, and her pretty face, arms, and calves were covered with dragon scales. Delina quickly stepped forward and draped a coat over her shoulders.

At this time, the abandoned warehouse had been used as a temporary command post, with soldiers in special forces uniforms moving about inside, making a constant racket, directing the battle that was taking place a few kilometers away on the canal.

"How is the situation?" Ita pulled her coat tighter and asked in a low voice.

These words were not spoken to Delina, but to Dmitri, the "Black Owl" commander who was walking behind her.

"Black Owl is seizing all the facilities on both sides of the canal. Although we have encountered resistance, the Governor's Mansion has now been defeated, and the enemy's resistance will not last long. On the Governor's Mansion side, we are heading towards the underground bunker to find the hidden relics and the activation formula for Evil Spirit Number Three."

Dmitri said in standard Iroquois,
After speaking, the burly man, who was 1.8 meters tall and had a fierce appearance, put one hand on his shoulder, bent his body, and bowed to Ita in front of him.

"Thank you so much for your assistance. Without your help, we wouldn't have been able to gain the upper hand so easily."

"This is a collaboration. I will do everything I can to help you retrieve the sacred relic," Ita said calmly.

“Yes, please rest for now. We will inform you as soon as we receive the latest news about the sacred object,” Dmitri said.

Ita nodded slightly.

Surna's people approached her proactively. After testing her attitude, they discovered that both sides were surprisingly aligned in their desire for this operation, as if it were a consensus brought about by fate.

After all, there was no fundamental conflict between them; Surna only wanted to transport the goods across the river, while Fethree only wanted his own sacred relic.

Therefore, cooperation would be the best option.

So when Dmitry received a request from headquarters the day before the operation to temporarily change the operation plan, he still chose to accept it.

The new plan resulted in fewer casualties, lower costs, and a higher success rate than their previous plan.

Moreover, the patriarch's attitude was much more peaceful than he had imagined.

Ita sat down in the makeshift tent, and Doruvin came in and handed her a thermos.

"Please use it, Master."

"Thank you."

Ita took the thermos cup, which contained steaming hot nutritional supplements to help relieve the energy she had consumed during her dragon transformation. Fresh milk had also been added for better taste, and her body warmed up after drinking it.

Doruvan watched the groups of Surna soldiers running past outside, a look of worry in his eyes.

"Master, is it really a good idea to hand over the initiative in this operation to them?" he asked.

What he meant was that in this operation, the Black Owl forces were mainly responsible for the assault, while their own dragon hybrid warriors served as backup.

Even the operation to seize the sacred relic was handed over to the other side. If they suddenly change their minds and rebel, the Frederick family will have a hard time dealing with it.

Ita sipped his hot drink, put down his thermos, and said calmly, "They want to cross the canal smoothly and will need our help afterwards. They wouldn't be so eager to betray us."

“Furthermore,” Ita continued, a sharp glint in his eyes, “if they choose to betray us, I can at least guarantee they will pay the price.”

To be honest, Ita's trust in Surna mostly stemmed from the emperor's instructions. The Holy Yuan Emperor told her that the other party could be trusted, and she could only accept it. At least in her opinion, the emperor, who had a close relationship with her ancestors, would not betray her.

She breathed a sigh of relief, now only hoping that this incident would end soon so she could go home.

(End of this chapter)