Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

At this moment they finally realized that thousands and tens of thousands of killers had been circling around them since before they set foot in this area.

The shapes of those crazy assassins gradually appeared, and they turned out to be countless transparent shadows.

The vampire sickle has reached the end of this word spirit, but Caesar's bloodline in the third blood-burst state has been pushed to the extreme.

In his rage, the flock of birds that originally lived deep in the boy's consciousness actually appeared in the real world.

This should have been impossible, but this was Nibelungen, known as a land of miracles. In the kingdom of the dead, the seven kingdoms of alchemy twinkled like strings of stars in every corner of the world.

As expected of someone with divine blood flowing in his veins...

Just a subconscious roar in anger mobilized the most mysterious "life creation" in the seven kingdoms...

Thousands of pairs of translucent thin wings made a shrill buzzing sound, and the rain that approached these crazy sickle-tailed weasels was blown away by the strong wind they fanned from a long distance.

Those seemingly fragile thin wings brought about a rotating hurricane, and the sound of the wind was as if Caesar was waving a million thin knives around him, and the whistling sounds of cutting the air merged together.

"Then listen carefully, my next order is..." Caesar took out his hand that was originally pressed on his waist. That thing could no longer be called a hand. It was more like the claws of some ancient predator. The black and hard keratin had replaced the nails.

In his sharp claws he holds the ancient alchemical weapon, the Dick Tudo.

The short hunting knife hummed and shook off the rain. It was Caesar's wrist that was vibrating at an incredible frequency, and the whistling wind seemed to be attached to the blade.

"Go to the largest elemental turbulence in this city. This war still requires your strength," said Caesar.

The short hunting knife stabbed fiercely into the red boundary wall of the area.

Chu Zihang and Odin, who were fighting hard, were both distracted for a moment. When they noticed that the person who appeared was Caesar, Chu Zihang's hard facial bones actually cracked and he revealed a smile.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but his fully dragonized vocal cords could no longer produce human sounds, leaving only hoarse roars.

Then the turbulent current from the outside world poured in like a torrent from the hole that Dick Tudo had cut in the field.

Countless sickle-weasels have completely transformed from transparent to bronze in color. Their bone wings are sharp and huge, and the air currents they create when combined can almost overturn mountains!

The men who followed Caesar only felt severe dizziness, which was the brain damage caused by the screaming of the sickle-weasel.

Just like real sickle-weasels, these little monsters that were originally fostered in Caesar's mind can also roar at ultrasonic frequencies. Under unified command, it is equivalent to him carrying an ultrasonic cannon with him!

One after another, the sickle-tailed weasels fearlessly drilled deeper into the territory. Their bronze bodies were burned to ashes. Before the ashes had even settled, the second or even more sickle-tailed weasels had already filled the vacant positions.

Caesar looked up above where Chu Zihang and Odin were fighting. There was a huge black vortex, almost parallel to the rain clouds. Countless black graffiti were circling silently, their pupils were dazzling gold.

Ravens are warriors following Odin. Caesar seized the opportunity and stepped into the realm surrounded by groups of sickle-weasels.

The sky suddenly seemed to come alive, and countless rains of fire fell.

That was not a rain of fire, but the eyes of thousands of ravens!

The sickle-weasel is a subspecies with dragon blood flowing in its body, and the same is true for these ravens with red-gold pupils.

But the rain that fell on Caesar suddenly shattered into a diffuse mist, which expanded rapidly and flew like a sharp sword.

A grim territory was released and continued to expand. More and stronger sickle-weasels were born from the territory. Caesar took a deep breath, and countless hoarsely roaring monsters passed by him and flapped their wings to fly into the sky.

At this moment, this man was like the lord of all armies.

The rain stopped falling. In the air, sickle-tailed weasels and ravens were flying in an interlaced manner under the gray clouds and mountains. They were biting and fighting, slashing with their sharp claws, and their shrill howls were like the sad cries from hell.

The battlefield of this group of crows was bloodier than one could imagine. When the rain fell again, it had turned blood red.

There were also black shadows standing in the puddles here, and their movements were like scenes from a movie with the pause button pressed.

Caesar pushed the bullets into the magazine of the Desert Eagle one by one, and he walked leisurely through the gaps between the shadows. The endless number of sickle-weasels in the field, with their sharp claws and the desire for blood that they had endured for thousands of years, ruthlessly tore apart the heroic spirits who served God.

In this unprecedented war, these created strange birds were greatly encouraged, and their suppressed bloodiness surged wildly.

With every step forward, a bloody storm arose around Caesar. The sky-blue scales slowly tore through his skin and emerged from his body, then snapped together one by one in the strong wind, making a metallic roaring sound.

Just like when Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang used Blood Rage, Caesar's body temperature was as high as if it was burning. The blood that flowed out when the scales tore through his skin turned into blood-colored steam and enveloped him in a few seconds.

His clothes were burned to ashes, revealing his muscular body and thick, deformed bones. Caesar's shadow was so distorted that it looked like an abstract director was filming a scene of a man turning into a devil.

When passing by the Maybach, the sound of an Irish folk song like wind chimes came into Caesar's ears. Now he finally understood what the song was expressing. It was a father and daughter singing in a low duet on the Irish plateau.

Caesar glanced at the old man in the passenger seat out of the corner of his eye.

His chest was cut open, the wound formed a huge cross, and the blood had soaked the old man's clothes and the seat of the Maybach.

The old hero finally fell at the end of the road he had fought for his whole life, and Caesar suddenly felt an endless rage in his heart. He ran, and the muzzle of the Desert Eagle spewed out huge flames. The roar of the gun shook the Nibelungen, and even the dead silence was torn apart.

The brass shells tumbled in the air, but those bullets that had been endowed with dragon-slaying properties by the alchemical matrix couldn't even break through the fierce light around Odin and Chu Zihang. They spun feebly, and the high temperature caused the metal to melt and splash everywhere.

There were only two bullets left in the magazine. Caesar put them back into his waist and grew iron-blue wings while running wildly!

When the wings flapped, the power was so great that countless black shadows were overturned, and countless sickle-tailed weasels followed Caesar forward, like the demons of hell chasing Satan's footsteps and charging towards the human world.

But suddenly Caesar heard the sound of wind coming from behind him, a huge sound of wind, and in this sound of wind were hidden the majestic sound of horse hooves and the roar of giant beasts.

He suddenly folded his wings, spun around, and stopped in mid-air, his red-gold eyes looking fiercely behind him.

Another ball of bright light descended from the sky.

Then there was the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

Caesar narrowed his eyes slightly, and the sickle-weasel beside him screamed and attacked the gathering ravens.

What fell to the ground was a dead body.

A corpse that is so majestic, so hideous, and so beautiful.

It was a black dragon-like horse, as huge as a hill, with scales covering its body beneath its mane.

But at this moment a spear was slowly being pulled out from its heart.

The owner of the spear is...

The second Odin in this land of the dead.

The bright light faded, and Caesar saw a biting coldness seeping out of the eyes of this great god, and a dazzling blue flashed by.

"Leave," God whispered.

"Or die."

"Or," said Caesar.

He was stunned for a moment, and the next second, a Harley motorcycle weighing hundreds of kilograms was hit hard from his side.

A group of sickle-weasels made this move.

Then a bullet hit the fuel tank and the expensive motorcycle exploded into a huge flame in mid-air.

Chapter 405: The Earthly Python and the Yamata no Orochi

The dense gun system rising from under the deck rotated its muzzle at high speed. The dazzling flames were like a giant steel dragon breathing out breath, bullets flew, and the gunshots were as deafening as thunder.

This was a premeditated metal storm. When Henkel and his children created this cruise ship, they forged it to the level of battleships during World War II. The armor thickness of nearly 50 mm made the Apollo even comparable to the destroyers of World War II.

It is no exaggeration to call it a metal storm. Eight six-barrel 6mm M20A61 Gatling guns simultaneously fired armor-piercing discarding sabot shells at a high rate of fire of 1 rounds per minute. After leaving the barrels, the bullets spread into a towering net, which screamed and rushed towards the mythical monster.

There were a large number of tracer bullets mixed in with the armor-piercing shells. Each heavy machine gun was like a sun rising on the deck, casting bright and sharp light on the monster that was swaying and sticking its head out of the ocean.

Countless bullets hit the pale scales of the Yamata no Orochi, and bright sparks jumped. The men and women on the deck who were responsible for defense had prepared noise-reducing earplugs in advance, but at this moment they still had to press their ears hard.

The bullets fired by the Phalanx system every minute are as expensive as burning gold. It is the most powerful kinetic weapon in human history except for the Sword of Condemnation system. The thunderous gunshots make people feel as if they are in two colliding thunderclouds, and they only regret that their eardrums are too thin.

For any destroyer or any other modern warship in service, the so-called Phalanx system is nothing more than a short-term firepower dump from the close-in weapon system.

If the enemy has so many ship-borne missiles that the close-in defense guns need to fire continuously for dozens of minutes, there is no need for defense.

Even with the most advanced Phalanx system, the probability of intercepting objects faster than sound is not 100%, and a saturation strike can easily break through this layer of defense.

No country would prepare tons of ammunition for a warship's close-in defense gun, and the material science of the time was not sufficient to support the barrel's long-term high-speed continuous firing.

However, the original design intention of the Helios was not to engage in modern naval warfare with a certain country. In fact, when the shipyard received the modification design drawings of the Helios from the Royal Caribbean Cruises, it once suspected whether the head of the private enterprise was crazy.

Because they simply wanted to transform this large ship used for sightseeing and entertainment into a postmodern, weakened version of a battleship.

The eight Gatling guns in the ammunition bay are equipped with more than ten tons of ammunition all year round. When installing the Phalanx system, Henkel also invited several great contemporary alchemy masters. Their task was to replace the barrels of these machine guns that were destined to be used against those large sea monsters in unknown areas. From materials to workmanship, they even engraved a large number of alchemical matrices.

Countless preparations allowed each machine gun to work continuously for more than twenty minutes without exploding due to overheating of the barrel.

The moment the gunfire stopped, everyone's ears felt like they were filled with a buzzing sound from ten thousand bees.

But the snake head that had covered the sky like a mountain had disappeared, and the whole world was so silent that only the sound of the rolling tide could be heard.

The oncoming sea breeze carried the smoke produced by the launch of the Metal Storm in through the broken holes in the restaurant's glass, making it hard to breathe.

The dreamlike aurora flickered at the end of the sky within sight. Ling had experienced far more than Nono could imagine. She realized that the ship had just briefly experienced a huge and boundless Nibelungen. That Nibelungen completely merged with reality, so the ocean still looked the same.

The god, who only showed up briefly, threw out his spear and used it to lead the Apollo across the Nibelung to another beacon.

The receding aurora is God's kingdom of the dead.

Odin might not even have actually arrived, but he had accomplished everything he wanted to do.

Looking back from this direction, the magnificent city of Tokyo has been submerged in the sea water. Bright blue waves are swimming towards Tokyo under the dark water surface. It is obvious that there are millions of ghost tooth vipers grinding their teeth and sucking blood, hungry for rushing into the city full of flesh and blood to feast on it.

The reason why Zero was able to recognize the unrecognizable Tokyo was actually because of the Tokyo Skytree in the distance that was completely lit up.

After meeting Uncle and Auntie at Grand Kitchen with Lu Mingfei, Ling originally intended to go back to The Peninsula Tokyo directly, but then she saw Lu Mingfei, who was silent. The child still had the same arrogant expression as when he left the restaurant, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. Ling changed her mind temporarily and said, "Let's drive around the city."

So before going back that night, Lu Mingfei acted as a driver and drove the rather expensive Rolls-Royce Phantom around Tokyo at night.

Looking back, it was also a rainy day. The streets were empty at night in the drizzle, and the puddles on the streets were rippling with dense ripples.

The lighting system of Tokyo Skytree also began to be tested on that day. At the end of the long street, the accumulated water was rippling slightly, and the white Tokyo Skytree was reflected in the water, with a beauty like a mirage.

But the time left for Her Royal Highness the Princess to reminisce is running out.

Someone shouted in fear above their heads. In the thick smoke, the man standing on the bridge, half leaning out and waving, was just a blurry shadow.

He was yelling in Spanish, "Sea! Sea! Sea!"

There is no monster named Sea in this world, because that is too crazy. The only thing on earth that can completely destroy human beings is the natural wonders such as the ocean.

After just a moment of stunned silence, everyone rushed to the huge terrace at the end of the restaurant and looked down. The bright blue light illuminated the eyes of these people and the fear in their eyes.

"Oh my God..." someone whispered.

Layer upon layer of black waves swept in from all directions and hit the steel hull of the Apollo, making a thunderous sound. The black waves carried little blue fish, and when the little fish poked their heads out of the water, they spit out dagger-like fangs.

No one knows when, but the ship has been surrounded by ghost-toothed vipers whose number far exceeds that of Takama-ga-hara in the Abyss. They followed the ancient second-generation White King, the real Yamata-no-Orochi Izanagi, to bring destruction and punishment to this world.

But what was truly terrifying was not the subspecies that could even tear apart steel, but a huge shadow that was illuminated by tens of thousands of viperfish. It was so huge and ferocious that it almost looked like it was carrying the 100,000-ton Apollo 17 on its back across the suddenly raging ocean.