Flood Apocalypse: Starting with a God-Tier Fishing Rod

The female voice in his mind forcibly pulled Lu Fan's dazed soul back to reality.

And the dread that originated from the soul also lessened.

Lu Fan was startled.

The knee, about to touch the muddy water, abruptly stopped in mid-air.

He gritted his teeth, his leg muscles trembling violently, and finally, withstanding the ancient pressure, he slowly straightened his body.

He gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently, and looked up at the sky again.

There was no data movement on the right retina, and True Sight Eyes crashed immediately.

But Lu Fan's originally dark eyes now gleamed with an eerie emerald green.

Through the thick clouds, he seemed to be able to see the true face of that enormous phantom.

Antlers, snake body, eagle claws.

Blinding ball lightning danced across the deep blue scales, and with each breath, a hurricane swept across the heavens and earth.

It was a real, deep blue oriental dragon.

After looking at it for a while, there was even a moment of disorientation. The visual impact of this thing was a million times more terrifying than Leviathan at the bottom of the abyss.

"Don't look at him! That's an order!"

Ao Feng's cold and sharp voice rang in his mind again, even carrying a hint of urgency.

Without hesitation, Lu Fan quickly lowered his head.

above the sky.

The enormous dragon head that peeked out from the clouds seemed to have sensed something.

It slowly turned, its enormous dragon eyes sweeping across the coast of East Island. Finding nothing amiss, it then shifted its gaze to Wang Mingyuan, who was hovering above the inner island.

"roar--"

A low-frequency dragon roar reverberated through the air.

To others, it sounded like a call from an ancient creature.

But in Lu Fan's mind, it was automatically translated into the language of the Dragon Kingdom.

"Boy, now that you've awakened me, it proves the plan has already begun!"

The blue dragon's voice carried a cold indifference, as if all things were worthless. "May I interpret it that way?"

Wang Mingyuan floated in mid-air and nodded respectfully.

The deep blue scales on his neck shone brightly, and the veins on his forehead bulged, clearly indicating that he was enduring great pain.

"Yes, my master!" Wang Mingyuan's voice was hoarse. "The entire island will be your garden! You can pick and use it at any time! But before that, I implore you to make your move!"

Flower bed?

Lu Fan stood in the mud, his back teeth clenched tightly.

Could it be that this old bastard intends to use all tens of thousands of living people on Xihuan Mountain as nourishment and sacrifices?!

The blue dragon let out a snort that sounded like a cold laugh, which dispersed the surrounding dark clouds.

It slowly raised a huge dragon claw formed from lightning, pointing it towards the Yamato ten kilometers away.

In an instant, hundreds of missiles that had been stationary in the sky turned their warheads around.

The thruster's exhaust flame exploded again.

The missile swarm drew hundreds of blinding orange-red lines in the air, returning to their launch sites at twice the speed.

……

The bridge of the Yamato in the open sea.

The piercing air raid sirens continued incessantly.

Admiral Isojō Yamamoto slumped in front of the control panel, his legs trembling unnaturally.

He stared intently at the dense cluster of returning red dots on the radar screen, feeling his faith crumble.

"Amaterasu, Your Majesty the Emperor... please tell me, what is this...?"

Yamamoto's lips trembled violently; he didn't even have the strength to commit seppuku.

The staff officers on the bridge clutched their heads in despair, letting out piercing screams.

Next second

Boom boom boom boom!!!

A dense barrage of missiles rained down on the steel deck.

The deafening explosions instantly tore through the Yamato's armor, and towering flames illuminated the entire sea.

But this is not enough.

Above the sky, the blue dragon's claws pressed down.

A terrifying, tangible force of gravity slammed into the burning ship.

Crunch-!

The sound of metal twisting echoed across the sea.

The seemingly indestructible warship began to mysteriously collapse and fold inwards from the middle.

The Japanese samurai and sailors on the ship, who hadn't even reacted yet, didn't even let out a scream.

The terrifying pressure instantly shattered their bones and ruptured their internal organs.

Thousands of bodies were crushed into clumps of mud by the steel.

Dark red bits of meat were dumped into the boiling seawater like garbage down the drain.

In just over ten seconds.

The Yamato, along with the surrounding assault boats, was completely crushed into a pile of scrap metal, sinking into the abyss with a ship full of minced meat.

After doing all this, the blue dragon retracted its claws.

It looked down at Wang Mingyuan in mid-air.

"I need to rest! I'll give you three days to get everything on the island ready!"

The blue dragon's voice was menacing: "My resurrection must be perfect! Otherwise, your Wang family, and indeed all humanity on Mount Xihuan, I will extract... and chew them up!"

After he finished speaking, the clouds began to churn.

The enormous blue phantom transformed into a torrential downpour, completely dissipating between heaven and earth.

Wang Mingyuan, who was in mid-air, also gave up his bizarre half-human, half-dragon form and began to slowly float down.

The terrifying pressure that had been pressing down on everyone finally disappeared.

"I...I survived!"

The refugees and remnants of the defense forces on the coastal defense line breathed a sigh of relief.

Some people collapsed in the mud, gasping for breath, while others hugged their companions tightly, weeping with joy.

Zhang Xiaomin climbed out of the mud pit, wiped the dirty water off her face, and helped Zhang Weiguo up.

"Dad, are you alright...?"

At this moment, Lu Fan had already run over from the shore.

He stared at Zhang Xiaomin's neck, his throat tightening.

A dark blue scale pattern was clearly visible on the side of Zhang Xiaomin's neck.

The patterns seemed to grow into the flesh, emitting a faint, eerie glow.

Lu Fan quickly turned his head to look to the side.

Wang Ying has it on her neck.

There are many seriously wounded soldiers in the defense forces on the ground.

Even not far away, Ning Chuan and Ning Ning, the siblings from the Dayu ship, had the same blue scale patterns clearly imprinted on their necks.

Big and small, men and women.

Everyone who had been breathing on this island just now was marked without exception.

"Brother, what the hell is this thing?" Ning Ning rubbed her neck vigorously.

Ning Chuan also tried to pry it off, but found he was powerless to do so.

Lu Fan ignored the panic of those around him.

He strode to the very edge of the coastline and looked out to sea.

A semi-transparent air barrier rose from the sea less than two kilometers from the coastline.

The barrier stretches to the sky, like a giant inverted glass bowl, completely enclosing the main island and the four satellite islands.

A seabird flew in from the open sea and exploded into a cloud of blood mist the moment it hit the barrier.

Lu Fan touched the emerald scale mark left by Ao Feng on his neck, his eyes turning extremely cold.

Although the Japanese devils have been defeated!

But he entered another cage.

Everyone will probably be buried here...