Flood Apocalypse: Starting with a God-Tier Fishing Rod

几分钟前。

Ten kilometers offshore, in the bridge command room of the Yamato.

Admiral Isoroku Yamamoto stared at the central screen, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible... Sato-kun actually died in battle!"

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice trembled.

Sato Ichiban is one of the top ten fierce generals of the Great Sakura Empire. He wields the famous Demon Blade and is proficient in the first five forms of the Core Breathing Technique.

Even if they are outmatched, they definitely have the ability to retreat.

But the signals on the screen don't lie.

Sato didn't even have time to press the call for help button before he was blasted to the brink of death on the spot, without even a chance to resist.

An adjutant, hunched over, shuffled forward, his voice trembling: "Lord Yamamoto, Commander Sato's battle log from before his death has been synchronized..."

"Retrieve it immediately!"

The scene then cuts to Sato's first-person perspective before his death.

After a brief exchange, a Chinese man in a suit pulled out a matte black umbrella.

A blue-gold beam of light erupted, completely filling the screen, after which the image turned into static.

The staff officers in the command center were completely dumbfounded.

"An umbrella? That person's weapon was an umbrella?!"

"Bullshit! How could an umbrella instantly vaporize the body of an S-class samurai? That's definitely cutting-edge sea crystal technology provided by the Dayu!"

"When on earth did these Chinese people come up with this kind of weapon?"

Hearing the whispers around him, Yamamoto Isojuku's face turned completely green.

Sato was killed in battle, the situation of the advance team is unknown, and the stronghold was not captured.

If this news reaches the base at Mount Fuji, the Emperor will definitely grant him a wakizashi (a type of samurai) and order him to immediately commit seppuku (ritual suicide) as an apology.

Yamamoto suddenly drew his military sword from his waist and shattered the tactical keyboard in front of him with a single blow.

"Conduct facial recognition immediately and send the data of the man with the umbrella to headquarters!"

Yamamoto turned his head, his eyes bloodshot: "Connect the armory, preheat all shipborne missiles! Lock down Xihuan Mountain!"

The adjutant stumbled back, his face deathly pale: "General Yamamoto! His Majesty the Emperor's order is to occupy that island... If missiles are used, I'm afraid..."

Snapped!

Yamamoto slapped the adjutant across the face, leaving his mouth full of blood and two teeth flying out.

"Baka! Can't you understand what I'm saying?!"

Yamamoto grabbed his adjutant by the collar, pulled him close, and whispered.

"Just blow Xihuan Mountain to smithereens, then pin the blame entirely on Sato! Then report it: Sato, though his operation was exposed, chose to perish with the enemy for the glory of the empire!"

The adjutant, clutching his swollen cheek, dared not utter another word. He rushed to the launch pad and slammed down the row of red confirmation buttons.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The deck of the Yamato was instantly illuminated by the fire.

Dozens of small missiles, trailing plumes of flame, tore through the gloomy clouds and hurtled towards Xihuan Mountain with a devastating roar.

……

Xihuan Mountain coastline.

A deafening sound of something cutting through the air came from afar.

Upon hearing this commotion, the group of Japanese warriors who had already invaded Qin Family South Island looked up at the sky and their faces turned deathly pale.

"Baka! It's a ship-launched missile! Retreat to the sea immediately!"

They scrambled and stumbled towards the shallows.

On the East Island side.

Everyone froze in the mud.

The shadow of death loomed over everyone.

Many of the displaced people collapsed to their knees, sitting on their bottoms in the mud, trembling and covering their heads.

Zhang Xiaomin stood frozen in place, supporting Zhang Weiguo, her face filled with terror: "Lu Fan! What do we do?!"

Lu Fan's brows were furrowed tightly.

No matter how strong an individual's fighting ability is, it's a joke in the face of modern firearms weighing hundreds or thousands of tons.

He doesn't have wings, and he couldn't possibly use an umbrella to block the explosion of the entire island.

"Lu Fan..."

In the mud pit, the defense army captain, whose arms and legs had been severed, vomited a mouthful of black blood and clung tightly to Lu Fan's trouser leg.

"The inner island...there are underground anti-aircraft bunkers...take them there..."

Without hesitation, Lu Fan immediately gave the order.

"Du Wei! Wang Ying! Lead everyone into the inner island and find the bunker! Run!"

"And what about you?!" Zhang Xiaomin shouted.

"Don't worry about me, you guys go quickly!"

Lu Fan turned around, his leg muscles suddenly exerted force, and he rushed towards the coastline.

He had to be ruthless and leave.

That bunker might not be able to stop the missiles.

But if he summons a level 2 ship and lets Xiao Ba run at full power to get away from Xihuan Mountain, he will definitely survive.

Just as Lu Fan was about to leave the shallow beach.

Boom!

An indescribable, terrifying gravity descended from the sky and slammed into his back.

Lu Fan's body suddenly sank, his feet crushing the rocks beneath him, his kneecaps making a creaking sound.

Furthermore, the surrounding air became viscous, and each breath was stinging.

"What's going on?!"

Lu Fan gritted his teeth and struggled to turn his neck.

Dozens of meters to the side, Ning Chuan and Ning Ning, who were also planning to leave by boat, also fell to the ground.

Ning Chuan's once ruddy skin, which could withstand swords and blades, was now cracking inch by inch under the pressure, and blood was seeping out of his nose and the corners of his eyes.

In the sky.

The nearest batch of missiles had already broken through the clouds, their orange-red tail flames less than 100 meters above Lu Fan's head.

It's over, there's no escaping it now...

Lu Fan's pupils dilated, and his heart skipped a beat.

Just when he thought he was going to die here.

The emerald scales on his neck suddenly flashed with intense light, as if branded with a hot iron, and a stinging sensation spread throughout his body.

next second.

The whole world seemed to have lost its sound.

The howling wind and rain stopped, and the roar of the missile thrusters also disappeared.

Lu Fan suddenly raised his head, his pupils contracting sharply.

The missile, which was only a dozen meters above his head, was frozen in mid-air!

Not just this one.

The hundreds of missiles in the sky, trailing long plumes of flame, all came to a standstill at the same time.

The flames at the tail were still shooting out, but the cartridge case was held firmly in mid-air by an invisible force.

Then, a chilling scene unfolded.

Those missiles actually began to slowly retreat.

It was as if hundreds of unseen, giant hands from the abyss had grasped these lumps of iron and were slowly pulling them back into the clouds.

"What...what kind of power is this...?"

Before Lu Fan could figure it out, the excruciating pain in his neck instantly doubled.

An extremely domineering energy surged up his cervical spine and into his limbs and bones.

This force seems to be resonating at a high frequency with some unknown entity deep within the inner island of Xihuan Mountain.

"Well!"

Lu Fan groaned and knelt heavily on one knee on the gravel, panting heavily.

He struggled to lift his eyelids and looked toward the inner island in the direction of the resonance.

The center of the inner island.

A black figure slowly rose and floated into the air.

Upon closer inspection, it was Mr. Wang Mingyuan.

But at this moment, Wang Mingyuan looked somewhat strange.

His body was surrounded by electric currents and water vapor.

Three deep blue scales on its neck emitted a dazzling halo.

His eyes and cheeks were covered with fine blue dragon scales.

Most importantly, those cloudy old eyes have now transformed into vertical blue dragon pupils.

……

Inside the bridge of the Yamato.

A dead silence.

Yamamoto Isojuku stared wide-eyed as the military sword he hadn't yet put down clattered onto the iron plate.

"Baka yarou... Can anyone tell me what's going on?!" Yamamoto frantically grabbed at his hair, his voice shrill.

An operations staff officer rushed over, tumbling and crawling, carrying a tactical tablet. His face was ashen, and even his lips were trembling.

"General! The AI ​​has completed its real-time analysis..."

The staff officer swallowed hard, staring at the garbled data on the tablet: "The gravitational constant in the target area collapsed instantly! An unknown magnetic field locked the kinetic energy vectors of all the warheads, forcibly reversing the laws of physics..."

Yamamoto kicked the staff officer over, his hands gripping the control panel, his eyes twitching.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"What other trump cards does the Dragon Kingdom still hold?!"

……

Above Xihuan Mountain.

Wang Mingyuan floated in the rain.

He slowly raised his right hand, and a low murmur that seemed to shatter the soul emanated from his mouth, echoing throughout the entire archipelago.

"Your Majesty, the Dragon King of Canglan..."

Wang Mingyuan's voice was no longer aged, but carried a grand echo: "As your most loyal servant, Wang Mingyuan... humbly begs you to unleash divine punishment and annihilate the invading enemy!"

The words fell.

The three scales on his neck shattered instantly.

hold head high--!!!

An ancient roar, seemingly piercing through countless ages, suddenly tore the heavens and earth apart.

The sea surface boiled violently, and the clouds were completely dispersed.

High in the sky, a colossal blue phantom, beyond description, slowly emerged.

It has no physical form, only the outline of a dragon woven from clouds and lightning.

The dragon head that peeked out from the clouds was even larger than the Yamato battleship.

Intimidation!

A sense of fear, originating from the depths of their genes and from the absolute suppression of life hierarchy, instantly descended upon everyone.

Whether they were S-class mutants from the Dayu Ship, ordinary refugees, or powerful families, they all trembled uncontrollably.

Pfft!Pfft!

The crowd at Xihuan Mountain knelt in the mud, unable to lift their heads, their eyes filled with submission.

Lu Fan's kneecaps creaked from the pressure.

The oppressive aura seemed to be forcing him to bow his head, forcing him to submit to this ancient god.

Just as his other knee was about to slam into the ground.

An extremely arrogant and aloof female voice exploded in Lu Fan's mind.

"Lu Fan, stand up for me!"

"If you dare kneel before this bastard, I will use every means to tear your soul apart!"