Flood Apocalypse: Starting with a God-Tier Fishing Rod

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Song Weilong turned his neck and looked behind him warily.

Just a dozen meters away by the wall, Wang Mingyuan was holding Cheng Xue by the collar with one hand and putting her down from mid-air.

The black shadow that was so fast it was almost invisible was actually Old Man Wang, who had entered a semi-dragon form.

"Old man Wang! You dare to meddle in other people's business!?" Song Weilong shook his numb right arm, his tone sinister.

The blue scales on Wang Mingyuan's face slowly faded, his eyes remaining completely calm.

"Killing her directly would be too wasteful! The life force of one S-class mutant is equivalent to that of hundreds of ordinary refugees! Wouldn't sacrificing her make the Dragon King even happier?"

Song Han stepped forward and adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses.

"Well said!"

He then changed the subject: "But Elder Wang, I'll remind you one last time! You are merely the Dragon King's servant. Don't try to interfere with my decisions! Otherwise, I won't hesitate to eliminate you on the Dragon King's behalf!"

Wang Mingyuan didn't speak, but simply nodded silently.

He carried Cheng Xue to the center of the square and threw her into the pile of refugees.

On the other side, the elevator door leading to the underground ruins was blown up by Cheng Xue, and the rubble completely blocked the entrance.

Song Han glanced at the ruins in the distance and snapped her fingers.

"Cleaning it up would take too much time, so let's just do it here!"

Uncle Zhong and Song Weilong immediately took out their detectors and quickly made calculations on the stone slabs in the square.

"Young Master, this is the area. It's three hundred meters directly below, leading straight to the Blood Pool Dome!" Uncle Zhong drew a red cross on the ground.

Song Han took two steps back and instructed, "Use dragon blood to draw the array and offer it as a sacrifice on the spot! The blood essence will seep in."

Soon, dozens of half-dragons stepped forward carrying heavy iron buckets.

He splashed pools of viscous red and blue dragon blood onto the floor tiles, then used his claws to quickly outline a massive sacrificial array covering hundreds of square meters.

The refugees were surrounded by the sacrificial array and fell into despair.

"Help! I don't want to die!"

"Someone, please save us... God!"

The cries and wails blended together.

The hope on everyone's face gradually dimmed under the shadow of death.

Cheng Xue lay in the cold mud, feeling her broken ribs, too weak to even get up.

Her eyes gradually became dull and numb.

"Little brother... Fatty..." Cheng Xue murmured silently in her heart, "I'm sorry... I can't even stall for time..."

The edge of the sacrificial array.

A little girl with pigtails, who looked only six or seven years old, couldn't bear the oppression and ran out crying.

But just as she reached the edge of the sacrificial array, a rough, large hand suddenly reached out, grabbed the little girl's slender ankle, and lifted her upside down in mid-air.

"Mommy! I want my mommy... Waaah, mommy!" The little girl struggled desperately, tears streaming down her face.

"My little girl!"

A woman covered in mud rushed out of the crowd like a madwoman.

She knelt down at the feet of the half-dragon man with a thud, frantically kowtowing to the rough floor tiles.

"Sir! Please, please let her go!"

"She's just a child, skin and bones, barely any flesh on her body, completely malnourished! I'm willing to take her place! I'll draw my blood, I'll be the sacrifice! Please let her go!"

The half-dragon lowered his head, his vertical pupils darting around twice.

"good……"

The woman suddenly raised her head, a gleam of wild joy seemingly flashing in her eyes.

The half-dragon grinned, revealing his serrated jaws, and continued in a low voice, "This child's bones are brittle... chewy, delicious!"

The woman's expression froze instantly.

The last shred of reason in his eyes was completely replaced by madness.

"brute!!!"

She didn't know where the strength came from, but she suddenly broke the slightly worn hemp rope on her wrist, slammed her head into the half-dragon's thigh, opened her mouth and bit down hard on the hard scales, tearing at them with all her might.

"Give me back my daughter! I'm going to kill you all!"

The half-dragon frowned and kicked the woman to the ground.

He raised the heavy battle axe in his hand, aimed it at the woman's face, and swung it down hard.

The woman was lying in the mud.

The dark battle axe rapidly magnified in her pupils.

The axe blade even reflected the face of the daughter crying as she was hung upside down.

There's no escaping it...

The woman closed her eyes in despair.

"My dear child... Mommy is useless... Mommy is so sorry..."

next second.

The expected excruciating pain did not come.

Instead, a gentle breeze brushed against her cheek.

The woman was stunned.

Is this what death feels like?

It doesn't seem to hurt at all.

My poor little girl, she's going to be chewed up alive by these monsters...

She opened her eyes weakly.

Suddenly, my arms felt heavy.

The little girl who had been hanging upside down was now nestled peacefully in her arms.

The woman raised her head blankly.

In front of her, there was an extremely tall and broad back.

It was a blood-red mecha silhouette interwoven with dark red and pure black.

Ancient and mysterious runes shimmered with a dark golden luster on the surface of the mecha, illuminating everyone's eyes.

The figure slightly turned its head, revealing a bizarre Nuo mask with interlocking bronze fangs, which blocked the wind and rain.

"Back off! Get out of the way!"

A deep, reassuring voice emanated from beneath the mask.

The woman's heart pounded, and she instinctively covered her daughter's eyes.

The screams and cries from the entire audience abruptly ceased.

Hundreds of refugees stared blankly at the suddenly appearing black and red humanoid mech, forgetting even to breathe.

Song Han's composure vanished. He stared at the eerie Nuo mask and roared, "Playing tricks! Kill him!"

In an instant, more than a dozen half-dragons sprang up at the same time, wielding battle axes and longswords, and rushed towards the tall figure from all directions.

The mech didn't make any major moves.

He simply took a step forward.

The floor tiles shattered with a loud crash.

The power of the Great Nuo body was unleashed without reservation.

With a swift movement of his left hand, he ignored the incoming battle axe and grabbed a half-dragon by the neck.

Click.

Cervical vertebrae shattered.

The two-hundred-pound half-dragon body flew backward, smashing down three half-dragons who rushed up to it.

He killed a dragon in one step.

The fist slammed into the half-dragon's chest, shattering the hard dragon scales and sternum into dust.

Blue dragon blood sprayed onto the deep red Nuo armor, dripping down along the bronze witch patterns.

[Nuo Armor CG Concept Art]

In less than ten seconds, the ground was littered with corpses.

These half-dragons, who were like invincible demons in the eyes of the refugees, were as fragile as a pile of toys in this man's hands.

Song Weilong's eye twitched violently.

He glanced at Song Han, then suddenly ripped off his suit jacket. His muscles bulged, and he transformed into a white sonic boom afterimage, rushing directly towards the man's back.

However, the mecha's reaction was extremely strange.

He didn't turn around; instead, the golden pupils above his head flickered rapidly, instantly locking onto Song Weilong, whose figure he couldn't see clearly.

The mechs are very fast.

With a backhand uppercut, he accurately met Song Weilong's heavy punch.

boom! ! !

The shockwave exploded at the point where their fists met.

Song Weilong felt an overwhelming, primal force surge into his body through his arm.

He let out a muffled groan and flew backward more than thirty meters.

His feet dug two deep furrows in the stone slab, and he staggered seven or eight steps before he could barely steady himself and kneel on one knee.

Uncle Zhong, standing behind, gasped in surprise, his expression one of astonishment.

How is that possible?!

Song Weilong was actually defeated in a single, direct attack?!

At this moment, Song Weilong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, the veins in his neck throbbing violently, just about to go again.

"Alright, bro!"

Song Han stopped him abruptly, her face extremely gloomy.

He stared at the blood-soaked mecha and shouted, "Who exactly are you?! This is the resurrection sacrifice ceremony of the Azure Dragon King! Interfering with the ceremony incurs the Dragon King's wrath—you cannot bear it!"

The black and red mecha slowly turned around.

The fierce eyes of that mask exuded a chilling coldness that seemed to come from eternity.

He raised the blue blood-stained gauntlet, gripped the edge of the mask, and ripped it off.

Nuo Kai transformed into red energy threads and quickly retracted into his body.

Lu Fan tossed his slightly sweaty black hair, a contemptuous sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"The Dragon King's wrath? What a coincidence!"

He put the Nuo mask back into his ring, chin raised: "I'm here today—to slay the dragon!!!"

Lu Fan's face was exposed to the air without any cover.

The square was silent for a second, then instantly erupted in cheers.

"It's Boss Lu!!!"

"Boss Lu has come to our rescue! I knew he wasn't dead!!"

The refugees shouted wildly, their despair vanished, and the hope of escaping their predicament ignited the entire square.

Song Han's pupils contracted sharply, filled with disbelief.

"Lu Fan...you actually survived the Dragon Locking Abyss?!"

Just as Song Han and the others were shocked.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

Behind Lu Fan, several figures appeared one after another and landed steadily behind him.

Lei Wantian, Lei Hu, Ning Chuan, Ning Ning, Wang Ying, Zhang Xiaomin, etc.

Everyone landed, their faces contorted with murderous intent.

The last to appear was a blue-haired woman wearing a loose sweater with a cold expression.

As soon as Ao Feng stood still, his pure golden dragon eyes merely glanced at Song Han casually.

boom!

An extremely pure dragon aura descended upon Song Han and the others as if it were a tangible force.

Song Han's legs went weak.

There was a "thump" sound.

The group of people were forced to kneel down by the terrifying pressure, crushing the floor tiles!