Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

To be honest, her performance in fighting, shooting, and physical fitness classes were not very good. At this time, Selma's tactical level was of no help.

A shrill alarm sounded in the cabin of the Moniah. The crew and the executive department's specialists gathered at an astonishing speed. Each of them was armed with a gun. They obviously realized what was happening.

These people were all mixed-bloods with very low blood purity. They had never carried out any dangerous mission above D-level alone. Now their calves were shaking and shivering, and they wished they could fold their bodies in half and let them lie on the ground like dead dogs. However, Kassel Academy was a truly violent institution, and every student and employee of the academy was a hero who dared to fight with a knife.

On the battlefield of slaying dragons, they never retreat until their blood runs dry.

People gathered in the activity room, and Professor Mans threw his cigar on the table fiercely. He glanced at everyone present with a stern look.

"The only thing I can think of that can sneak silently into the Moniach in the middle of the water surface of the Three Gorges in this kind of weather, except for the frogmen employed by the United States Marine Corps, is..." The faint golden color in the depths of Professor Mans' pupils became brighter and hotter. He completely ignited his bloodline, and a silent field was slowly unfolding around his body. It was the word spirit called the Dustless Land, which could isolate all visible or invisible harm.

He uttered the ancient name through clenched teeth. "Dragon!"

When the forbidden species was mentioned, everyone's golden eyes were ignited.

"Go to the torpedo room, remove the primers, and convert all our explosive objects into series-connected time bombs." Professor Mans calmly gave orders to the third mate.

The torpedo compartment at the bottom of the ship is filled with a large number of high-risk weapons, including a huge amount of explosives, the equivalent of which is hundreds of kilograms of TNT. The explosion can tear the entire Moniach into pieces, and all lives on the ship will be blown to ashes.

The third mate ran away.

He was a brave Scottish man with a fierce spirit that refused to give up. The Anglo-Saxons and Germans could not subdue him, and neither could the dragon!

"We die in each other's arms, and the war continues into hell." The third mate drew a clumsy cross on his chest. He did not believe in Catholicism, but he believed in heaven and hell. "I guess you ghosts are not qualified to go to heaven, and then I won't go either. Our fight will never end!" He spat at two disgusting black shadows climbing on a porthole beside him, his golden eyes burning dimly but firmly.

The expressions of the others did not change at all. Every half-blood who graduated from Kassel had already reserved a cemetery for himself and had carved tombstones ready at home. When they stepped onto the battlefield, the countdown to their lives had already begun.

This is their destiny.

"We need to staff the cockpit, the activity room, and the crew lounge," said Professor Mans. "We just need to hold on until Lu Mingfei's team completes their dive and returns to the ship. Hold on until support arrives from the Chinese branch not far away!"

He recognized the things outside, it was Deadpool, a large group of Deadpool.

This form of Deadpool is dangerous even if it appears alone, and requires no less than five senior specialists to deal with it, but now their number seems endless.

But suddenly, the world became silent, leaving only the sound of heavy rain.

The sound of the finger bones hitting the metal seemed to fade away in an instant, but soon, Mance's expression became even uglier.

He heard the crisp sound of horse hooves coming from above their heads, and the heavy and teeth-grinding sound of metal breaking coming from the top of the activity room.

What kind of hoof can tear metal?

All the crew members still in the activity room looked up in horror.

They saw that the solid alloy welded ceiling was dented by something stepping on it. The metal dents were arranged in a four-in-four-backward pattern, with a huge span.

The thing stopped right above Mance, and the breathing of some giant creature was clearly heard by everyone.

A huge, heavy sigh came from above, like a punishment from heaven. Thunder and strong light tore through metal. The eight-legged horse with green iron scales on its body looked down at everyone in the cabin with its pair of golden eyes that flowed like lava. What was truly disturbing and shocking was the majestic figure sitting high on the back of this beast.

"Odin..." Mance's voice weakened, almost like a plea, but he raised the Desert Eagle belonging to Lu Mingfei.

The ancient god did not even lower his head to look at these lowly humans. He just slowly raised the twisted spear in his hand. At this moment, thunder fell on the end of the spear, which was majestic and terrifying.

Chapter 47 God

This is real...

god?

The blinding light poured down from top to bottom onto the entire cabin. In the torrential rain, every raindrop reflected the intense light that could burn people's eyes even through their eyelids, like ten thousand sharp swords falling from the sun. In this dazzling light, the god wore a silver mask and rode an eight-legged horse that spewed lightning.

Odin!

Odin!

Odin!

The ancient dragon script echoed in Mance's ears, and the name of God was sung by the whole world. His eyes were temporarily blinded, but the Dustless Land soon helped him open his eyes again.

It seemed as if time and space were disrupted, and in Mance's eyes, God's body seemed to shake.

"What happened?" Mance's Adam's apple rolled, and he kept his gun raised alertly.

What was supposed to happen happened.

The twisted spear was now emitting hot air, and sticky blood was flowing down the tip of the weapon.

There was no other sound in the world except the sound of rain crackling on the surface of metal.

Mance slowly turned his head and saw the first mate standing next to him with a blank look in his eyes. This iron-hearted man was lowering his head and looking at his chest.

Something pierced through there, and when no one could see, God pierced the man's heart with a spear.

A huge crack appeared on the upper right side of the plaid POLO shirt, and a huge blood flower burst out on the first mate's chest. It is not appropriate to call it a blood flower, it should be called a fountain.

A column of blood as high as 60 centimeters spurted out from the first mate's chest. He took a last look at Mance, with thick blood overflowing from his mouth.

Mance opened his mouth silently. He saw that everyone was like this. God used a spear to pierce their hearts in an instant. The lowly humans who dared to swing a knife at God had huge amounts of blood spurting out of their chests. The blood sprayed on the walls and the ground, giving off a fishy and sweet smell that was disgusting.

Death sounded like a huge bell. It was the god of death reaping lives. No one knew what was happening.

At the first encounter with God, there were a total of twenty-nine people including the crew of the Moniach and the commissioner of the Cassel Executive Department, and fourteen of them were killed.

The tragic chapter was deafening, the poet named Death sang in the wind, Mance stared fiercely at the one eye of God, and the Desert Eagle in both hands made a thunderous roar.

Of course you can't use the damn Frigga bullets against this kind of target, they contain dum-dum bullets!

The tip of the bullet is not covered and the lead core is exposed. When the bullet enters the human body, the lead core expands or ruptures. As long as the person is hit head-on, death will be declared immediate.

But the god just had no expression, or did not move with contempt. The bullets that were dangerous enough to kill an African elephant in an instant seemed nothing in front of him. The bullets were suspended in the air before they even touched him. After the primers were ignited, the bullets took on the color of burning brass, beautiful and enchanting. Another realm covered his body surface, and that realm isolated him from all worldly things.

The god was neither surprised nor angry at Mance's counterattack. He just continued to look down at him from above, his face covered by a silver iron mask, his only pupil the color of lava, reminiscent of the Eye of Sauron in The Lord of the Rings, so majestic, so sacred, just how an ancient god should look when resurrected in the world.

More frequent gunfire was triggered in Mance's hands. The Desert Eagle roared and poured out bullets like a rain curtain at Odin. The domain of the Word Spirit Pure Land was expanded to its maximum. Mance's eyes were golden like the sun.

His whole body was soaked in the blood of the people around him. The blood spurting out of his heart was extremely hot. Some of it was splashed fiercely into Mance's eyes. The hot dragon blood burned Mance's eyeballs.

He let out a meaningless roar, and only by tightening his grip on the weapon could he slightly reduce his anger and hatred, but the god just looked at him silently with his terrifying and majestic single eye.

The corpses all over the ground were still twitching, and some people's throats were still making hoarse sounds.

"Please stay where you are and hold on together. There are still 18 minutes until support from the Chinese branch arrives."

"Please stay where you are and hold on together. There are 18 minutes left before support from the Chinese branch arrives."

"Please stay where you are and hold together. We only have time left to get support from the Chinese branch..." Norma's voice sounded over and over again in the Moniach's broadcast. The surveillance cameras in the activity room had been destroyed by the terrifying high-voltage direct current the moment Odin arrived. Even Norma, the world's top artificial intelligence, could not judge the current situation without obtaining on-site data.

"Stay away from us, Norma! Stay away from us!" Mance's voice was as rough as an angry lion.

He emptied the magazines of two Desert Eagles in an instant and pulled out a black bayonet from his waist.

This weapon is long and sharp, with three terrifying blood grooves.

A milky white film of light appeared at the edge of the Dustless Land, and dense static electricity was generated at the edge of this area, originating from the Holy Word of the Dragon, which was Mance's last reliance.

He tore off the coat that was stuck to his body because it was soaked in blood, revealing muscles as hard as steel that undulated like mountains.

Although this old fellow holds the title of professor, his muscles are as strong as those of a lion or tiger. It seems that he is a true hero who wins people over with his virtue.

The rain that poured in from the big hole on the top of the activity room of the Moniach was blocked by the realm of the Dustless Land. Countless deadpools gathered at the edge of the hole, but they dared not get close to the body of the god. They just cried like babies, and their violent golden eyes revealed a desire to vent their violence.

Mance knew that everything that happened here would be known to the third mate, the most senior man on the ship, and he would do the right thing.

Mance knew that if he could hold on for a few more minutes, hundreds of kilograms of TNT equivalent explosives would be detonated, and the ship and all the Deadpools clinging to it would be blown into the sky.

Maybe even God will be hurt.

Thinking of this, Mans actually laughed hysterically. He held the bayonet tightly in his right hand. The muscles of his whole body tensed up in an instant. The dragon blood was pumped to every part of his body by his powerful heart. "Come! God! Can you bleed too?!"

He roared fiercely and stepped on the alloy floor of the Moniach, leaving spider-web-like cracks.

The area of ​​the Dust-Free Land expanded infinitely, and the static electricity on the surface of the area was entangled and intertwined, making crackling sounds.

Now Mance seemed to be completely enveloped in white light. The huge ball of light sank as he squatted, and then swam upstream as he suddenly leaped up and charged!

Mance waved the bayonet in his hand, and the surface of the bayonet was covered with a layer of flames due to its terrifying high speed.

Mance felt himself getting closer and closer to that infinite majesty. He roared and growled, but the next moment, all the sounds disappeared.

Mance's roar and rant came to an abrupt end.

The realm of the Dustless Land was shattered, and the entire Moniah fell into deathly darkness and silence, with only the sound of wind and rain.

At this moment, thunder that split the sky exploded in the distant sky, and lightning that illuminated the entire world fell from the sky and shone in the cabin of the Moniach.

The shadows cast by the lightning on the blood-stained wall silently told what was happening at the moment. The man who stood up to fight was pierced through the heart by a sharp spear, and then was lifted high by the god riding on a monster-like horse, like a sacrifice to another god.

Mance's vocal cords gasped like a bellows. His lungs were destroyed by the huge force of the thing in front of him, his internal organs were bleeding, and his heart was pierced. At this time, he clearly knew that God was standing in front of him, but he could do nothing. He just held on to the spear that pierced his heart like an invisible lonely soul.

"How lowly," God said.

Mance lowered his eyelids, but the god's other hand held his head like a grown man holding a snooker ball, making him look at him.

Blood was oozing from the corners of Mance's mouth, eyes and nose. What he saw was the one eye of God. What a majestic dragon eye it was. He had seen the golden eyes of the next generation of the prince's title not long ago, but compared with God's, their eyes were like the fluorescent light next to the gas lamp of a cargo ship, tiny and weak.

The god stared at Mance, and now Mance knew what he had to do.

The tidal-like mental power that did not belong to Mance poured into the old man's mind from his eye sockets. His hatred, his anger, and his reason all dispersed and faded away like clouds swept by a strong wind.

I just want to kneel down.

I just want to worship.

Even though death was before his eyes, Mance still used all his strength to close his eyes, but the thin layer of flesh and blood could not block the sun-like light, and even the majesty of God was burning this layer of flesh and blood.

"Your memory is valuable, and I will eat up your value." God's voice was majestic and terrifying.

"Pfft!" Mans spat out thick and fishy blood foam towards the iron face of God. Those things composed of water, hemoglobin and a small amount of amylase were evaporated before they got close to the silver iron face.

"Want to eat my worth?" Mans suddenly pulled out another Mitsubishi short military bayonet hidden at his waist, which was smaller, easier to hide and carry, and fiercely cut his eyeballs along the eyeliner of his eyes.

Now, God's spirit could no longer affect him, and uncontrollable blood gushed out of his messy eye sockets.

He destroyed his eyes.

"Eat shit!" said Mance.

At this moment, he could no longer feel the severe pain, nor did he know what fear was. Raging anger and hatred filled the old man's heart.

At this moment he was so brave and powerful, like an ancient hero challenging the gods who had come down to earth.

Mance felt death approaching, and a huge amount of blood was flowing out of his body.

His eyes were pierced and tears of blood were flowing out.