If I made you a special forces soldier, would you become a terrestrial god?

When nearly half of the intercontinental ballistic missiles, like moths to a flame, plunged into the bottomless maw of the golden dragon.

The entire world was plunged into an absolute silence that went beyond shock, bordering on absurdity.

Swallow...swallow a nuclear bomb?

This is a setting that even the most outrageous science fiction writers wouldn't dare to use lightly.

Today, it has unfolded vividly before everyone's eyes.

Inside the White House's underground bunker, a high-ranking general from the United States, upon witnessing this scene, rolled his eyes, foamed at the mouth, and fainted instantly.

The rest of the people weren't much better off.

They slumped in their chairs, their eyes vacant and unfocused, unconsciously repeating a few simple syllables.

"God..."

"Demon..."

"Impossible..."

Their reason, their beliefs, their worldview, at this moment, were utterly crushed into the smallest atoms, invisible even to a microscope.

Defense Secretary Brown, a ruthless figure known for his composure and reliance on data, was now gripping the edge of the control panel tightly with both hands. His fingernails were cracked from the excessive force, and he was oblivious to the blood flowing out. A strange hoarse sound came from his throat, neither crying nor laughing, but a meaningless physiological reaction caused by a complete breakdown of his cognitive system.

On the aircraft carrier deck.

The soldiers of Kunlun were also wide-eyed, feeling as if their brains were a pot of boiling water, bubbling and gurgling.

"I...I'm fucking..."

Wang Yanbing rubbed his eyes hard and then slapped himself hard across the face.

"It hurts! It fucking hurts! This isn't a dream!"

He stared at the majestic, sacred golden dragon in the sky, devouring nuclear bombs, and felt that no amount of profanity in his life could adequately describe the turbulent emotions churning within him. He instinctively reached for a cigarette, but his once sharp and steady hands, capable of hitting a target a hundred paces away, were now trembling so badly he couldn't even hold onto the cigarette case.

"Commander... this... this is like eating nuclear bombs as food..."

He Chenguang, a man who was always as calm as ice, now spoke with a tremor that he could not suppress.

He felt that all the books he had read about strategy and tactics before could be used as firewood.

What saturation attack? What asymmetric warfare?

Before absolute, godlike power.

Any conspiracy, any strategy or tactic, seems so ridiculous and powerless.

Meanwhile, in the sky...

After swallowing nearly a hundred nuclear bombs, the golden dragon that Su Chen had transformed into had a human-like emotion called "satisfaction" flash in its huge, sun-like dragon eyes.

The Northern Darkness Divine Art was operating wildly within his abdomen.

That inner universe, composed of countless runes, has now transformed into a deep vortex. The terrifying energy contained in nearly a hundred nuclear bombs, enough to level half a continent, was forcibly stripped of all its violent attributes as soon as it entered.

The devastating chain reaction was directly severed by the power of the laws.

The massive torrent of energy within his body was compressed and refined to the extreme, ultimately transforming into the purest primordial energy. Like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, it all merged into the seven-colored nascent soul that had just been formed in his dantian.

The tiny nascent soul, which was originally just a thin layer of light and shadow, is now solidifying at a speed visible to the naked eye. The seven-colored radiance flowing over the nascent soul is becoming increasingly dazzling, as if it might drip water at any moment.

"belch--"

He even let out a loud burp.

The burp, like rolling thunder in spring, exploded in the sky. A visible golden wave of air shot out from the dragon's mouth, washing over the clouds.

Everyone below felt a chill run down their spines.

Eating a nuclear bomb and then burping?

This is utterly inhumane!

That's an absolute humiliation.

A blatant act of divine humiliation and subversion of mortals!

After doing all this.

Su Chen then turned his cold, indifferent gaze to the remaining hundred or so intercontinental ballistic missiles that had luckily escaped being sucked into his mouth because of their great distance.

Those creations, representing humanity's most destructive technology, now seemed to possess life.

They paused mysteriously in mid-air for a moment.

The perfect arc planned by the ballistic computer becomes meaningless at this moment.

It seems that they are hesitating, that they are afraid.

Then, as if by unspoken agreement, they all changed direction, their tail thrusters spewing out unstable flames and leaving haphazard trails, trying to escape the airspace that they felt was deadly!

Country M's last vestige of dignity and trump card.

They were scared away!

The absurdity of this scene even surpasses the "dragon swallowing a nuclear bomb" from before.

The weapon was scared away.

"Trying to run away?"

The golden dragon that Su Chen had transformed into let out a disdainful snort. That snort reverberated through the soul level, sending a chill down the spines of everyone watching this scene on screens around the world.

"Did you get my permission?"

His dragon-like body, which blotted out the sky, trembled slightly!

This tremor did not create a gale, but rather stirred up the space itself.

The enormous dragon's mouth opened once more!

This time, what came out of his mouth was no longer the terrifying suction force that devoured the sky and the earth.

Instead, it was a white, absolute zero cold current, visible to the naked eye, mixed with countless tiny, icy blue crystals!

"Freezing Breath!"

That cold front swept across the sky!

Its speed is more than ten times faster than those intercontinental ballistic missiles that are fleeing in panic!

Wherever it passed, even the air froze into sparkling ice crystals, which refracted the sunlight into a rainbow of colors and fell down in a soft rustling sound!

The thin water vapor in the high altitude instantly condensed into a huge ice wall that stretched across the sky.

Those more than one hundred intercontinental ballistic missiles, which were fleeing in panic, were caught up by this cold wave the moment they arrived.

Not even one, not even in the blink of an eye.

The missile's nose cone, heated by friction with the atmosphere, was instantly reduced to below freezing point before any moisture could evaporate.

A thick, indestructible, ice-blue layer of ice spreads rapidly from the warhead to the tail!

They were frozen in the air at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

It turned into more than a hundred huge ice sculptures in different poses!

Some maintained their forward-sprinting posture, while others had just begun to turn around, their shapes contorted and disheveled.

The scene was filled with a strange sense of artistry.

It was as if a grand sky ice sculpture exhibition had been arranged by the gods themselves.

However, this is not the end.

This is just the prelude.

Just a second after all the missiles were frozen.

Su Chen, from within that enormous dragon's mouth, a flash of light appeared once more!

This time, what it spewed out was a terrifying golden dragon flame, powerful enough to incinerate the heavens and boil the seas, melting everything into nothingness!

"Dragon's Breath!"

That was no ordinary fire, but a divine fire born from his primordial dragon energy, containing the power of laws.

Golden dragon flames and blue ice sculptures collided with a thunderous crash in the air!

Ice and fire, these two completely opposite and extreme forces, at this moment, staged the most magnificent yet most silent symphony of destruction!

There was no explosion.

There was no sound.

There is no radiation of light or heat.

Those nuclear bombs, frozen in ice, were silently vaporized and evaporated along with the ice layer encasing them the moment they came into contact with the dragon flame!

From a solid state, it sublimated directly into the most basic gas.

Then, it vanished into the world.

Not even a speck of dust remained.

The whole process was incredibly fast; the golden stream of fire swept across the area, and the more than one hundred "ice sculptures" in that airspace vanished into thin air.

Clean and tidy.

Thoroughly.

When the last nuclear bomb also turned into nothingness.

The sky cleared up again.

It was as if the apocalyptic catastrophe that had just occurred, enough to destroy the world hundreds of times over, had never happened.

Only the golden dragon, coiled high in the heavens, its body blotting out the sun, was proclaiming to the world.

Everything that just happened was real.