Flood Apocalypse: Starting with a God-Tier Fishing Rod

Lu Fan stared blankly at the patterns on the rock wall.

The stone wall was rough, but the engraving was extremely deep.

The curve of the rod, and even the dangling fishing line, were exactly the same as the god-level fishing rod in his hand.

Just as Lu Fan was engrossed in watching, Ning Ning took a half step closer and lowered her voice to a whisper.

"These patterns were also drawn in the teacher's notes!"

"He said these are seven sacred relics left behind by an ancient civilization..."

The Seven Sacred Relics?

Lu Fan's fingers curled slightly.

If the divine fishing rod is one of them, then are the other six sacred objects also divine beings?

He lowered his head as if possessed, his gaze sweeping over the spatial ring on his right index finger.

The third pattern on the stone wall is also a ring.

He suddenly recalled the description of the spatial ring he had fished up: "[Legend has it that it is a sacred relic left behind in the mortal realm by a certain god...]"

Could it be...?

Before he could think it through, a series of very light footsteps approached.

Uncle Zhong appeared beside Lu Fan with a ghostly figure.

Using his body as cover, he slipped a bottle of gamma potion and a miniature earpiece into Lu Fan's palm.

"Mr. Lu, if the young master does anything dangerous later, please be sure to pull him back. This concerns the lives of all of us..."

After saying that, Uncle Zhong quickly retreated, following behind Song Han, who was still in surprise.

Lu Fan gripped the green vial, his brows furrowed.

Something amiss?

What exactly is Song Han plotting?

Soon, pushed and shoved by the half-dragons, the group descended the spiral ramp along the edge of the deep pit.

The lower you go, the more humid the air becomes.

After traversing two and a half laps of the long slope, the road began to level out.

Before long, a huge natural cave appeared before us.

The cave is very spacious, and inside there is a huge pool of blood with a diameter of more than 20 meters.

The viscous red and blue liquid was boiling in the pool, bubbling and gurgling.

Inside the blood pool, dozens of enormous humanoid lumps of flesh were floating.

They made indistinct sounds, and their limbs were melting.

Judging from the remaining fabric and the human skin that hadn't completely peeled off their faces, they were the Qin family members who had just been abandoned.

Large patches of their skin peeled off, exposing the muscles and bones underneath, and in critical areas such as the heart and brain, proliferating crystals similar to those seen in Haijing's condition grew.

Lu Fan stared at the blood pool, his thoughts gradually becoming clear.

As expected, sea crystals, biological mutations, and dragons are all connected.

I'm afraid these guys were the ones who caused this world-ending flood!

On the other side, Song Han and Song Weilong slowed down and retreated to Lu Fan's sides, their voices barely audible.

"There are six half-dragon guards inside the cave, plus the four escorting them, making a total of ten!"

"Wait for my signal, then act immediately!"

Lu Fan glanced around and nodded.

Ten monsters, equivalent to the highest level of S-class monsters, are indeed difficult to deal with.

But having come this far, there's no turning back!

The team was forced to stop at the edge of the blood pool.

The largest of the half-dragons stepped forward, carrying a heavy battle axe covered in bits of flesh.

"Come up one by one... into the blood pool... for baptism!"

Everyone instinctively took a few steps back; no one wanted to become one of the ugly monsters in the pool.

At this moment, Song Han pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, stepped forward without hesitation, and walked straight towards the blood pool.

The half-dragon extended its scaly fingers and scratched hard at the blue scales on Song Han's neck.

"Hmm... let's go in."

Song Han nodded and then stepped into the viscous pool of blood until the red and blue liquid reached above her thighs.

He took a deep breath, walked towards the center of the pool, tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and stood still.

Outside, Uncle Zhong and Song Weilong immediately turned their heads and exchanged glances upon seeing this.

The signal has arrived!

Lu Fan responded with a glance and was about to move when the half-dragon suddenly pointed his battle axe at him: "You! Step forward!"

Lu Fan put his hands behind his back, quickly made two hand gestures used in the slums, and then walked up to the half-dragon man with a blank expression.

As was customary, the half-dragon reached out to examine the scales on Lu Fan's neck.

The moment the half-dragon's vertical pupils touched the half-blue, half-green scales, they instantly contracted.

"What kind of scale is this...?"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Lu Fan's right arm trembled slightly, and the black arm armor instantly snapped shut and wrapped around his forearm, activating the Mantis Blade's thermal mode.

It's sizzling!

The mantis blade, burning at three thousand degrees Celsius and emitting a blinding red light, slashed fiercely into the half-dragon's left collarbone.

The stench of burning flesh exploded instantly.

However, the hardness of this half-dragon's bones was significantly beyond Lu Fan's expectations.

After the hot blade sliced ​​through the flesh, it got stuck in the hard shoulder blade, making a screeching sound.

The half-dragon roared in pain and swung its battle axe.

Lu Fan flicked the stopper off the gamma potion bottle with his left thumb and gulped down the dark green liquid.

The fiery medicine went down my throat.

Lu Fan's muscles swelled instantly. He used his waist to dodge the battle axe and kicked the half-dragon in the abdomen, sending him flying and crashing into the wall.

Using the recoil, he took a half step back and raised his left hand.

A dozen or so pale gold beta-type serums arced through the air and landed precisely in the hands of the group.

"Inject the medicine! Prepare for battle!"

Battle is imminent.

Several S-level powerhouses were the first to launch an attack.

With veins bulging on one arm, Lei Wantian charged headfirst into the two half-dragons to restrain them.

Ning Chuan and the others cooperated to deal with the remaining half-dragons.

In the corner, Shen Qingyue clutched a vial of medicine, trembling with fear: "Do...do I have to get it too?!"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Zhang Xiaomin snatched the syringe from her hand and ruthlessly plunged it into Shen Qingyue's forearm, pushing it all the way in.

"Ah!" Shen Qingyue screamed, scrambling and crawling into the darkest crevice in the rock wall, covering her head and not daring to show herself.

Inside the cave, the meat grinder-like fighting was exceptionally fierce.

Limbs flew everywhere, blood splattered.

The half-dragon's body was extremely tough, but its defenses quickly collapsed under the siege of multiple S-class mutants injected with the drug.

boom!

Song Weilong smashed the skull of the last half-dragon with a powerful punch.

The headless corpse fell heavily to the ground.

Everyone was panting heavily, their bodies covered in various shocking wounds.

In the end, they lost eight lives to barely save the lives of ten half-dragons.

"Young Master!"

Uncle Zhong didn't bother wiping the blood off his face; he turned and rushed into the blood pool.

In the center of the blood pool, Song Han pulled out a sophisticated device from somewhere and put it on her head.

Several finger-sized tubes were inserted directly into the boiling red and blue blood.

"stop!"

Song Weilong stepped forward, blocking Uncle Zhong's path.

"Uncle Zhong, the brain receptors are currently in a connection state! This is a matter of paramount importance, leading humanity into a new century! Don't let your personal feelings affect you!"

Uncle Zhong's eyes trembled with anxiety: "Young Master! You know Young Master Song Han is playing with fire! If he doesn't succeed, he'll die here!"

"Of course I know! You don't need to tell me more!"

Song Weilong's eyes were cold, and his legs remained motionless.

"What exactly happened?" Lei Wantian shook off the pieces of meat in his hand and led the group forward.

In the blood pool, red and blue blood flowed wildly through the tubes into Song Han's headband.

Song Han suddenly opened her eyes.

His originally clear black and white pupils had turned into vertical blue dragon eyes.

"I feel... the call of antiquity!" Song Han's voice became overlapping and ethereal, as if two souls were speaking within the same body. "So... the key to evolution is here... truly an ultimate trade!"

Ning Chuan frowned, gritting his teeth as he cursed, "I'll mess with you, you son of a bitch! This guy's a complete lunatic! Kill him before he mutates!"

He was about to make a move after saying that.

Step, step, step.

A series of heavy footsteps came from outside.

Led by Wang Mingyuan, dozens of half-dragons instantly surged into the cave.

He glanced at the half-dragon corpses scattered on the ground, then turned his gaze to Song Han in the blood pool, and couldn't help but sigh, his voice filled with a sorrowful feeling born of hardship.

"It seems Changchun was right... Even his life couldn't bring these younger generations to behave..."

The moment the words fell.

A terrifying aura suddenly erupted from Wang Mingyuan's body.

The air inside the cave seemed to have been sucked out instantly.

Lu Fan felt a sharp pain in his right eye.

The True Sight Lens displayed a screen full of garbled characters before crashing and going completely black.

"Capture all those who resist! Throw them into the pool of blood, and complete their final baptism!"

Upon hearing this, everyone felt a sense of despair.

I just risked my life to take down ten half-dragons.

Now dozens more have arrived, plus the unfathomable Wang Mingyuan!?

Isn't this a complete dead end?!

Just as dozens of half-dragons raised their weapons, ready to charge forward...

Suddenly, a powerful aura, far stronger than that of Wang Mingyuan, erupted from the center of the blood pool.

Song Han's voice suddenly became magical, as if hundreds of people were speaking at the same time.

"All people, submit to me!"

After he finished speaking, everyone present, including Banlongren and Wang Mingyuan, knelt down uncontrollably, not daring to raise their heads.

Song Han glanced with satisfaction at the prostrate crowd, but noticed a defiant figure still standing among them.

"Lu Fan! Why won't you kneel?!"