Flood Apocalypse: Starting with a God-Tier Fishing Rod

Da da da da!

The roar of heavy machine guns tore through the rain curtain along the eastern coast.

The crossfire network constructed by the defense forces poured down instantly, and spent shell casings cascaded into the puddles like a waterfall, stirring up a cloud of white mist with the smell of gunpowder.

The dozen or so cherry blossom soldiers at the forefront were riddled with bullets, their flesh and blood flying everywhere, before they plunged headfirst into the mudflats.

The defense line, which was on the verge of collapse, was forcefully pushed back.

The young men in the slums gripped their dull machetes, panting heavily.

Just when everyone thought they had stabilized the situation...

Behind the enemy lines, three A-rank Sakura Samurai wearing heavy tactical bulletproof armor exchanged glances.

Without any further words, the three of them simultaneously drew their sashimi from their lower backs and slashed their left palms with a sharp cut.

Tick.

Black, viscous blood dripped onto the ground.

hiss……

A thick, purplish-black mist erupted from their bodies, instantly enveloping them.

A foul stench filled the air.

"Nuclear Breathing! Second Form: Iron Curtain!"

The three men let out low growls that sounded inhuman, their leg muscles suddenly bulged, and they smashed through the mud and water, charging straight into the defense force's formation despite the dense hail of bullets.

too fast.

Before a defense machine gunner could even turn his gun around, a katana wreathed in black mist cleaved through the sandbag.

puff.

The machine gunner was sliced ​​in two at an angle, gun and all.

Even more terrifying was the black aura.

There was no bleeding from the cut, but instead, a large number of yellow-green bubbles emerged as if concentrated sulfuric acid had been poured on it. Within seconds, the flesh and bones melted into a pool of foul-smelling black water.

"Ahhh! My hand!"

A soldier nearby accidentally got a bit of the black mist on his arm, and it instantly rotted to the bone, causing him to writhe in pain on the ground.

The three A-rank warriors were like wolves charging into a flock of sheep.

As the katana was swung, screams filled the air.

The solid defense line was torn apart instantly.

The commander of the defense force had bloodshot eyes and his teeth were grinding together.

"Damn it! Three bastards!"

He grabbed Wang Ying beside him and shoved her towards the high wall and gate with all his might!

"Take everyone inside and hide! Close the door!"

The captain ripped off his bulletproof vest, pulled out a glowing red alpha-type enhancer from beside his thigh holster, and plunged it into his neck without hesitation.

His facial muscles twitched violently from the pain, veins bulged on his forehead, and he turned to roar at Wang Ying.

"I usually look down on you bunch of vagrants! But today, I'm a hero of the Dragon Kingdom!"

"As long as I'm still alive, those island dwarfs won't even step foot inside!"

Wang Ying's eyes were red-rimmed, and she bit her lip until it bled.

Knowing that the captain wouldn't last long, she immediately got up and led the group to run inside the high walls.

Just as the captain drew his bayonet, ready to fight to the death...

Three afterimages shrouded in black mist surrounded them in a triangular formation.

Swish!

A single slash to the left severed his right arm, which was gripping the bayonet.

Snapped!

With a single slash to the right, his left leg was severed.

The captain's burly body collapsed to his knees in the mud, his blood spilling onto the ground.

"Dragon Kingdom Pig, die!"

The samurai at the top raised his katana, aimed it at the captain's neck, and delivered the final blow.

This moment.

Whether they were fleeing refugees or surviving soldiers, they were instantly filled with despair.

it's over...

With the captain dead, these three beasts are invincible...

Everyone must die here today!

Just as everyone was watching in disbelief, the black mist blade was less than an inch from the captain's neck.

boom!

A dark shadow fell from the sky and crashed heavily in front of the captain, splashing mud three feet high.

As the mud fell, a matte black umbrella suddenly opened.

Click.

A translucent, dark blue force field, two meters in diameter, appeared in front of them.

when!!!

The katana slammed into the force field surface, producing a deafening clang.

The enormous recoil force sent the A-rank warrior flying seven or eight meters away.

Lu Fan held an umbrella in one hand, the hem of his suit jacket swaying gracefully in the wind and rain.

He tilted his head slightly and glanced at the captain, who was kneeling on the ground with a deathly pale face.

"Someone carry him back first! The rest are ours!"

The voice just fell.

Boom! Boom!

Two scorching waves of air slammed into Lu Fan's sides.

Ning Chuan landed amidst a cloud of white mist, while Ning Ning waved a folding fan. The two exuded an undisguised murderous aura.

From the back of the crowd, Zhang Xiaomin rushed out carrying a heavy canvas bag.

Pull the zipper.

The bag was brimming with β-type enhancers that shimmered with golden light!

"Come here and take it! Drink it!" Zhang Xiaomin shouted hoarsely, "Let's slaughter these beasts today!"

Without saying a word, Lu Fan pressed the pulley to close the umbrella.

"Five people per team, don't fight over it, let's finish this quickly!"

He lightly touched the ground with his toes, transforming into a blur of motion as he flew close to the ground, heading straight for the A-rank warrior who had gotten up.

The samurai roared, and the black mist on his katana surged, as he attempted to repeat his previous tactic.

"Too slow!"

Lu Fan's right eye locked onto all of his movements.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, his left hand suddenly reaching out and grabbing the warrior's throat, ignoring the corrosive black aura.

"Ugh—"

The samurai stared wide-eyed in horror as he discovered that his black energy had absolutely no effect on the hand.

"Surprised?! The Leviathan toxin in my body is far stronger than yours!"

Lu Fan gripped the umbrella handle with his right hand, the tip of the umbrella pressed against the warrior's chest.

He pulled the trigger with his index finger.

call out!

A beam of blue-gold particles pierced through the samurai's heart in an instant, burning a distorted channel in the air behind him.

Lu Fan released his grip and kicked the charred corpse into the sea.

Lateral.

Ning Chuan's neck was gleaming red with the sea crystal card slot, and his entire right arm was engulfed in flames.

The samurai opposite him swung his sword, but Ning Chuan neither dodged nor evaded, instead delivering a powerful and heavy flaming fist directly to meet the blade.

boom!

The sword shattered.

A fist carrying a temperature of 3,000 degrees Celsius slammed into the samurai's face, and his head melted instantly.

the other side.

Ning Ning suddenly waved her fan, and a fire serpent as thick as a bucket roared out, directly binding the last A-level warrior tightly.

The intense heat caused the warrior to writhe and scream on the ground, eventually turning him into a pile of charred remains that emitted a foul stench.

Three A-rank samurai were wiped out in less than ten seconds.

The ordinary Japanese soldiers, watching this scene, trembled as they gripped their guns, finally feeling the fear etched into their very bones.

"Brothers! Charge into battle with Brother Lu!!"

Seeing that the three leaders were about to die.

The remaining soldiers of the defense force and the young refugees who drank the potion had bloodshot eyes and felt that they had inexhaustible strength within them.

Led by Zhang Xiaomin and Wang Ying, dozens of people pounced on the coastline like tigers descending from the mountain.

There were no tactics, no formations.

It was pure, brutal, meat-grinding slaughter!

Under the overwhelming force and filled with hatred, the remaining Japanese soldiers didn't even have a chance to escape back to the assault boats before being chopped into mincemeat.

A dozen minutes later.

Only heavy breathing and dark red blood washed away by the rain remained on the shore.

Until the last Japanese soldier had his head blown off by Wang Ying.

It was finally all over.

Everyone collapsed onto the muddy ground, exhausted, looking at the corpses scattered everywhere, laughing and crying at the same time.

He survived...

Zhang Xiaomin walked to Lu Fan's side, just about to speak.

Whoosh—buzz—!

A piercing shriek suddenly came from the horizon in the west.

The sound was neither the sound of waves nor the sound of wind, but a sonic boom produced by something tearing through the air.

Lu Fan suddenly looked up, his right eye's True Sight Eye flashing red light wildly.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared blankly at the western sky.

The hazy clouds were forcibly torn apart.

A dense swarm of missiles, like locusts passing through, was flying towards Xihuan Mountain, blotting out the sun.

That's not just a few.

Those were over a hundred missiles!

The smiles on the faces of the people who had just escaped death instantly froze.

"These bastards are insane..." Ning Chuan gritted his teeth, trembling all over.

It turns out that this group of heartless cherry blossom dogs never intended to take over this place!

What they want is to completely wipe the entire Xihuan Mountain, along with everyone on it, off the map!