Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

This elevated road is not endless. Its lens is the reflection of the city. Lu Mingfei can see the city that looks like a decaying giant corpse in the rain. The sky there is like an iron pot lid, tightly covering the roof of each gray or titanium black building. The angry god stands in every piece of reflective glass in the city. He rides on the back of Sleipnir, another eight-legged horse that spews lightning from its mouth and nostrils, spinning and waving the oppressive iron sword in his hand. Every time he swings the sword, a tiny crack appears on the glass and advertising screens in the city. When those cracks spread like spider webs, the god will return to his domain.

The fierce light came from the city.

"I killed one of Odin's puppets. I'm fine." Lu Mingfei flapped his wings to slowly rise in altitude. He seemed like something in this world that even despised the rules. The dense lightning and lead-gray clouds automatically retreated in front of him.

After a moment, he stood above the clouds, thousands of meters high. He looked up but could not see a single star. Only chaotic colors swam like fish in the dome. There was no starry sky in Nibelungen. Its space was limited.

Few people in this world can see such a magnificent landscape. The boundary between reality and illusion is infinitely blurred here. Chaotic light and shadow spread silently on the arc of the sky like mottled ribbons, like surging aurora.

Dark clouds flowed under Lu Mingfei's feet. Colorful light sprinkled on the clouds, illuminating his shadow.

The barefoot girl in a long cinnabar skirt sat cross-legged on Lu Mingfei's shoulders. She hugged the man's horned head, and her empty eyes reflected the distant city in the kingdom of the dead.

"I can feel the lingering aura of my father's bones and blood, right in that city." Xia Mi said softly. Lu Mingfei was stern, and the muscles on his back connecting his wings contracted.

According to the plan of Wazhu and Zhengtong, first their army will rush into the Nibelungen and kill all the heroes and dragons living here to prevent any existence from affecting their next actions. Then a team will place a timed thermonuclear bomb in the core area of ​​the Death Kingdom. It is said that the equivalent of this bomb is equivalent to 8 million tons of TNT. If it is detonated in Shinjuku District, Tokyo, it can destroy Shibuya, Chiyoda and Bunkyo in a few seconds. The radioactive dust produced by the nuclear explosion can sweep across the entire Tokyo within a few minutes.

The effective killing range of fifteen kilometers in radius may not be a big deal for the Kingdom of the Dead, but the high temperature and shock produced by the nuclear explosion will deal a fatal blow to the elemental balance in this subspace constructed by alchemy, and the radiation cloud will also cause the genes of the dragons living here to be contaminated.

When it was impossible to crush Odin in alchemy, nuclear explosion, the most deadly damage that humans could cause, became Wa's only option.

"If you want to find something in here, do it quickly. We will give you at most two hours!" the little girl yelled. It sounded no quieter on her side than Lu Mingfei's side. Someone was roaring and giving orders, "Mark 5000 meters, load No. 11 ammunition, slow-release fuse, and fire!" Then thousands of cannons roared, and the deafening artillery fire even suppressed the sound of thunder.

"Why only two hours?" Lu Mingfei asked. "Damn, I thought you were going to send a bunch of cool guys with guns and cannons to attack us like the academy's executive department, but you ended up covering me with firepower."

It is no exaggeration to say that it is firepower coverage.

Before getting on the elevated road, Lu Mingfei saw that there were nearly a hundred artillery pieces standing on the artillery positions on both sides of the asphalt road, and the barrel of each artillery piece was flashing a fierce and cold light.

With Lord Wa's skills, it is impossible for her to use old things that were eliminated many years ago in this kind of battle. Those mortars must be the most advanced weapons this country can get.

"Xiran is fighting with Odin for the control of this cave, but we don't have the upper hand. He will come back in two hours at most. We must destroy everything here before that." Wa said, she hesitated, "Who knew you were so fucking powerful and actually killed that thing! Damn, right now we have a battalion of heavy rocket launchers in the mountains 35 kilometers away waiting to launch cruise missiles to bombard Asgard!"

The warhead of a short-range cruise missile is designed to be the most efficient and deadly killing weapon. After the warhead explodes, about 120 blade-like fragments scatter. Even at a distance of meters, the density of the flying fragments can still cover a target the size of a chest target, and its kinetic energy can still cut through a bulletproof vest.

When facing that kind of thing, apart from the pure-blooded dragons, only the snake-like Deadpool with extremely strong defense can survive by avoiding being directly trapped by the bullet points.

In this way, the dragon clan's dream of returning to the world was actually completely shattered in the middle of the last century. The firepower coverage on the front battlefield can destroy any carbon-based life that has ever appeared on the earth.

Although some Deadpools and dragons can use words like the Dustless Land to achieve complete immunity to the heat and kinetic damage from bullets and artillery, the use of words is a huge burden even for dragons.

The endless artillery fire was like thunder from the other side of the world. Lu Mingfei returned to the cloud layer again. He saw that most of the shells were ignited by the lightning that fell like a waterfall on the boundary between Nibelungen and the real world, and then exploded in the air. A few sporadic shells fell between the black shadows that stood up from the accumulated water, immediately causing huge waves. The shattered shrapnel tore into the bodies of ten or dozens of heroes and threw their broken limbs in all directions.

At this time, the sense of crisis that Lu Mingfei brought to Odin has been infinitely diluted. It is hard to say whether the puppet played by Percy is more important to Pompey Gattuso, or the life he has managed for thousands of years.

In short, the dragons that rose from the abyss let out earth-shaking roars towards the sky, but none of them charged towards Lu Mingfei. Instead, they looked behind the thunder curtain with their ferocious golden eyes, where they could vaguely see a giant steel beast crawling forward like an ancient giant turtle. The gun barrel of the beast was silent, but everyone knew what was hidden inside.

Suddenly Lu Mingfei heard a dull explosion. This sound was different from the sound of mortars and howitzers. It was low, like a wailing from deep in the earth. Then the whole world seemed to become silent, and the sound of rain was fading away.

Then there was a loud bang that was a hundred times louder than the previous one!

Lu Mingfei suddenly stopped his wings and looked behind him in astonishment. About 200 meters away from the thunder curtain, a ball of blazing and thick white fog suddenly rose from the elevated road that had been expanded to a width of nearly meters.

Then the earth shook and the mountains began to shake. The elevated road that was tied to the foundation of this kingdom of the dead and was almost uncollapsed and that had snaked out like a giant python seemed to be trembling. Then a huge ball of fire appeared in the depths of the white fog. The fire was wrapped in thick black smoke and rose slowly, turning into a mushroom cloud dozens of meters high, like a beautiful flower of death blooming in a wind and rain.

He was stunned and couldn't look away for a moment.

"How is it? Are our thermobaric bombs powerful enough? How do they compare to the weapons you used against Norton in Chicago?" the little girl asked excitedly.

Lu Mingfei was silent for a moment. "Great," he said.

Just that one shell cleared out hundreds of closely-spaced heroes. To achieve the same result, the academy's executive department would have needed to dispatch at least the same number of elite executive officers.

Of course, this was due to the dense concentration of heroic spirits here, like raindrops from the sky, but as war becomes more modernized and even futuristic, more powerful thermal weapons will quickly appear in the hands of humans. Odin's brave warriors suffered heavy losses without even seeing the enemy's face.

At this time, Lu Mingfei heard another man's roar coming from the Wa Lord. He shouted a new order, "Keep the direction, keep a distance of 200 meters, slowly move forward and fire!"

Before this command was delivered, the next one came right after: "Set the target at 3500 meters, release!"

This time, even crazier barrages broke through the border blockade and fell into Nibelungen. All heroes in the area where the artillery fire advanced were killed, and the rain clouds in the sky were also rapidly receding. That should be the power of Xirang or Wazhu.

"Odin has obviously mastered the ultimate alchemical secret of life creation. We have to destroy the foundation of his creation of life and find a safe landing place for our troops." said Lord Wa.

"The military told us that the mortars can only reach seven kilometers inside, but I know that the road is definitely longer than seven kilometers. From now on, we will have to rely on our tanks and brave soldiers."

After another wave of roaring artillery fire, a high wall made of rubble and flames was lifted up under the thunder curtain. Before the high wall fell, the armored vanguard, which was crushing the accumulated water with its tracks, had already rushed from reality into fantasy in the thunder.

They had actually used thick copper wire to build a Faraday cage on the surface of the tank early on, so that lightning could not harm the driver inside.

Dense tank cluster charges had not appeared since World War II, but at this moment those steel monsters were so impenetrable that they were like a high wall.

The artillery fire was still coming in slowly, while howitzers and mortars were still clearing the positions for the tanks. The thunder curtain suddenly flashed twice and collapsed completely. Then a group of attack helicopters broke through the boundaries of reality and entered hell. Their formation was neat and large in number, dozens or even hundreds of them, as if all the armed helicopters in the entire military region were brought here, forming a black dot matrix in the chaotic, colorful and mottled sky.

The helicopter array was advancing much faster than the tank cluster. The dragons felt insulted and charged forward with a roar. Two armed helicopters were torn apart the moment they came into contact. One of them exploded in mid-air not far away, its rotor cut off and its fuel tank burned by flames. Another one staggered over the top of the tank cluster with leaking fuel and fell to the ground among the heroes dozens of meters away. The black shadow pounced on the wreckage of the helicopter like a zombie, and it exploded into a fireball a moment later.

Almost at the same time, the contrails of close-range air-to-air missiles drew countless parallel white lines at low altitudes. However, dragons and heroic spirits were different. They were all ancient species above the fourth generation. It was difficult for missiles and bullets to cause fatal damage to them unless they hit their weak points.

Lu Mingfei knew that this was not the time to stay, so he left the battlefield and followed the direction Xia Mi pointed out, turning into a rushing wind and moving forward.

Chapter 506: Sacrificing one's life for justice

In order to avoid the prying eyes of the dragon awakened from the Nibelung, Lu Mingfei traveled deep into the dark clouds. The tide of elements rushed in all directions with every flap of his wings. Every collision between the tide of elements and the clouds produced a huge amount of high-energy particles. As a result, the purple lightning, which was far richer and more violent than in other areas, illuminated the gaps in the dark clouds with Lu Mingfei as the core, just like someone pouring glowing mercury into the depths of the earth veins.

Just now, Wa called Odin's realm "Asgard", which is the country where the gods live in the mythology system of the Scandinavian Peninsula and also the seat of Odin's throne.

But looking down from above, the so-called Asgard did not have the glory and openness of the God Realm at all, but was dark like the hell seen in Zhendan. The purple-white lightning was like a vine connecting the abyss and the clouds, and every drop of rain that fell from the dark clouds turned into a black shadow standing up from the accumulated water. It was hard to tell what the elevated road was. It was shrouded in a gray mist, and the street lamps on both sides emitted a hazy light. No matter from which direction and angle you looked, you couldn't see where it extended.

——The tide of heroic spirits had been completely awakened. The long-rotten bronze armor on their bodies collided with each other as they ran wildly, making a deafening roar. The flickering light in their pupils gathered together and surged like a mountain or a sea. More and more dragons rose from the abyss on both sides of the elevated road, spreading their huge wings and soaring above the heads of thousands of troops. The snake-like electric light in the clouds illuminated them and then disappeared immediately. The flickering shadows of dozens of meters long cast dozens or even hundreds of strange crosses.

The armed helicopters quickly climbed to a higher altitude, their engines running at an overloaded speed, raising their agility to an extremely dangerous threshold in a short period of time, and quickly engaged in a tangle with the dragons. The muzzles of the onboard machine guns had already been spinning to warm up, and before the fire and explosion of the air-to-air missiles hitting the target had dissipated, the bright muzzles were already spewing flickering flames, more than a meter long, like lightsabers stabbing forward.

A mass of white tangled threads quickly appeared in the sky. The chaotic white lines seemed like a painting created by a giant holding a pen in a frenzy. They were the tracks of missiles that had not yet dissipated. No matter how powerful the tracking systems of these missiles were, dragons were still dragons after all. Their flexibility was far beyond the reach of today's human creations. After the initial lack of information, which led to a small number of casualties, the ancient species immediately adjusted their tactics. They used strong winds to quickly change the trajectory of flight, and some would use high-temperature words to destroy the warheads of missiles and cause them to explode in the air. Therefore, missiles that rely on fragments, high temperatures, and shock waves to cause damage can hardly hit dragons head-on. Even if a small amount of fragments are launched into the gaps between the dragon's scales due to the missile explosion, they will be quickly expelled from the body due to the self-healing ability of this powerful creature.

Fortunately, with the country's industrial capacity, if the organization standing behind the orthodoxy and supporting their dragon-slaying operation is the government, even just a few days will be enough to produce mercury-core alchemical armor-piercing shells and blunt gold bullets that can support a large-scale battle.

At the same time, whether it is an armed helicopter or a tank, or the infantry combat unit following closely behind, their warheads carry special bombs that spray huge amounts of mercury vapor all around after detonation.

In Kassel Academy, every fight against the second generation has to pay a heavy price, sometimes even need to mobilize the entire military force of a small country, such as in 2004 in Gabon Republic, sniped a prince's title second generation dragon that was recovering its strength in a mine. The dragon had recovered most of its strength, and the Academy's strength in West Africa was simply difficult to fight. In the end, with the mediation of the Laurent family, they got the help of the president of the country. They besieged the dragon in the wilderness, using thirty light tanks, four howitzers, ten mortars and the entire presidential guard of people. Even so, after paying a huge price, they killed only a "reincarnation". The dragon moved his cocoon before dying, and he will come back again after a long time.

Therefore, the mission of the armed helicopter formation was not to kill these dragons, but to buy time for subsequent weapons to fight against them.

The armored clusters on the ground continued to occupy more positions under the cover of the slow-moving artillery fire. Dozens of 99A main battle tanks were lined up to form a wall of sighs, with more main battle tanks following closely behind. The powerful new blunt-angle wedge armor on the turrets, constrained ceramic third-generation composite armor and heavy double explosion-proof reactive armor could provide defense capabilities equivalent to that of a thousand-millimeter thick homogeneous steel plate when facing frontal fire and any form of attack.

To fight against this kind of thing, even if a heroic spirit managed to break through the blockade of artillery fire, it would be as powerless as an ant trying to shake a mountain.

The first to use the mercury vapor bomb were the armed helicopter formation. Not all the participants in this battle were half-bloods, most of them were fighters transferred from the army and signed a confidentiality agreement. Powerful spirits were impacting their spirits like a tide, and under multiple blows, this formation was losing ground in the battle with the dragons.

Ordinary human weapons can easily tear apart the defenses of heroes, but it is difficult to penetrate the scales with a faint golden glow on the surface.

At this time, the ancient species have already entered into a fight with the helicopter formation. The most difficult enemy has appeared, and there is nothing left to hold on to.

A sealed compressed mercury tank painted yellow, connected to a detonator and a blasting device, was launched in a parabola from the helicopter cabin and exploded in the air. The silvery-white mercury vapor quickly filled the air. The impact of the explosion scattered the falling raindrops. After a moment, the rain mixed with mercury vapor, which was heavier than air, fell like a waterfall. However, a large part of it remained in the sky, forming a silver curtain that was tens or hundreds of meters thick and tens or hundreds of meters high.

The first to be affected were the heroic spirits who had survived Xu Jin's artillery fire beneath the curtain. Their wind cloaks and hoods could not stop the spread of mercury. Mercury spots quickly and gradually appeared on their pale and dry skin. Their dark golden pupils went out at a speed visible to the naked eye, taking on the grayish color of death.

They probably had no sense of pain and did not utter a single wail until they died. They just raised their heads, with the silver skylight reflected in their grayish-white pupils.

Next came the ancient species that were tangling with the armed helicopter formations in the mercury vapor. Their roars turned from ferocious to painful, and finally to hoarseness, and pale mercury spots appeared on their cold iron-like scales.

Mercury has been the nemesis of dragons since ancient times, but small doses of mercury cannot cause fatal harm to them. It can only weaken their nerves and erode their scales.

The vehicle-mounted artillery unit that had reached the battle area received the order, and at the same time, the two air detachments that had been on alert suddenly joined the battlefield. They completely abandoned the stability and support nature of the armed helicopters, and all of their engines were overloaded. Like agile eagles, they entangled with three giant third-generation species that were completely covered by mercury vapor and whose scales were pierced by heavy machine guns and air-to-air missile fragments.

This was a dogfight unprecedented in the history of world air combat. It was a close-range air combat between carbon-based creatures and armed helicopters. The helicopter's alloy shell, painted gray and black, was cut by the dragon's claws and emitted dense sparks, which weaved into a net. In a moment, hundreds of kilograms of bombs were launched at the dragon's body, and dense sparks also flew on its scales.

As soon as the battle circle was formed, the rotor of an armed helicopter was torn apart by the thunder summoned by the dragon, and then the flames ignited the fuel tank, and it and the crew inside turned into a fireball that shattered in mid-air.

Dragons are the darlings of this world. They use rules ten or even a hundred times better than hybrids. Even the weakest ancient species have more words than the most powerful hybrids. For dragon slayers, the words they recite when the words are released are spells containing magic, but for dragons, the words are just hymns they sing.

Most dragons can use multiple words, such as Samson, the dragon servant of the Bronze and Fire King. The King's Flame is nothing more than a fiery breath to him, and the more dangerous Blue Thunder Purgatory is where the real murderous intent lies.

The dragons that have been sleeping in this land of Nibelung also have more than one word spirit. When faced with a formation of armed helicopters whose firepower is becoming increasingly fierce and is almost enough to suppress them, the ancient species have established a field of dust-free land around themselves and their companions.

The moment the domain opened, the number of bullets that had originally shattered on the scales suddenly dropped sharply, and sparks as dense as a long river disappeared from the dragon's side. They roared, their snake-like slender necks stretched out, and anger that almost condensed into substance burst out of their red-gold pupils.

The high-pitched chanting sound echoed in all directions. Using the Word Spirit in such a high-intensity battle was a heavy burden even for them. They had to end the battle as soon as possible and return to the abyss to recuperate.

But they suddenly noticed something flying low over the heads of the armored fleet approaching from a distance.

They were three short-range missiles, fired by artillerymen who had taken up their positions.

The dragons suddenly realized what it was. Their learning ability was not weak to begin with, and they immediately encountered heavy firepower coverage from humans after returning to this world and suffered a lot. In this case, it is not difficult to imagine how amazing the power of that thing is.

The hastily summoned Dustless Land domain might be defeated.

After a while, all the people and the dragon heard the humming sound of the ramjet engine. Before the humming sound faded away, a huge fireball exploded in the air, covering the three ancient species and the five or six armed helicopters around them.

The battlefield seemed to be silent for a moment, and the dragons became even more angry, as if they were about to burn. Their scales opened and closed, making dense metal collision sounds, and then more fireballs were detonated in the air. Those were the mad second-generation species using extremely dangerous words to destroy their opponents in an instant.

At this time, two heavy armed helicopters that were obviously different from the others rushed out from the back of the formation. They first used 20mm machine guns to fire bursts, smashing the wings of the dragon that was still struggling after falling from the fireball. The fragile fan-shaped wing bones and scattered scales disintegrated in the air, like Christmas paper flowers reflecting colorful lights.

Then, heavy machine guns with a firing rate of up to 6000 rounds per minute extended from both sides of the cabin, firing a total of four death whips. These alchemical bullets connected in a line cut through the bodies of the tumbling dragons. Their scales had long been stripped by tens of thousands of fragments after the missile air burst. At this time, they were extremely weak and were torn into two by those bullets from the chest, waist, and long neck. The soft internal organs and tissues and organs kept sliding out of the dragon's broken chest and abdomen, like candies falling out of a box. Until they fell to the ground, they were completely dead.

The sacrifice of their comrades did not frighten these soldiers who were now acting as the vanguard to help the armored cluster advance deep into the Nibelungen. On the contrary, they were angry and hateful, and responded to the roar of the dragons with more intensive artillery fire.

But they were once the true masters of this world after all. Relying solely on armed helicopters could not completely contain the dragons that were still rising from the abyss. Exploding fireballs could be seen everywhere in the low sky under the dark gray rain curtain, and each fireball meant the death of a helicopter and a crew member.

This environment is not suitable for the deployment of the supersonic fighters currently in service, otherwise, with the means of the Lord Wa, she might be able to transfer the Flame Fang, which had just made its first successful flight in recent days, from the military. As a fourth-generation stealth fighter that competes with the F22, the performance and combat capability of the Flame Fang far exceeds that of Japan's conceptual machine, the Shinshin. The Shinshin alone can even fight with the arrogant White King Herzog for a while in Zero's hands. It is hard to imagine whether the second-generation species or even the third-generation species can perform their miracles like in ancient times when facing such a level of weapons.

The ancient dragons who had awakened from their slumber felt for the first time the oppression from the human industrial age. For every attack helicopter they destroyed using their words, two identical ones would join the battlefield. At the same time, the radar system from the artillery unit completely overwhelmed the monsters flying in the wind. The sickle-itachi grasped the direction of the battlefield after a brief loss of control. More and more short-range missiles flew over the top of the armored cluster with a piercing buzzing sound, and exploded on the battlefield high in the sky deep in the Nibelungen.

For this reason, high-level dragons had to spend more energy to create a dust-free area to prevent their companions from being cut into pieces by thousands of shrapnel.

At this time, Xu Jin's barrage of bullets had completely stopped. The army from reality had advanced to seven kilometers inside Nibelungen. Tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of heroes, whose armor and scales could withstand the frontal shots of small-caliber pistols, were like a black tide flowing from top to bottom, and were about to drown the postmodern army like a tsunami.

The wall of sighs formed by 99A main battle tanks was firing shells and machine guns in an orderly manner, but a large number of heroes were still rushing to the front of the position. At this time, soldiers carrying cans emerged from the gaps between the tanks, holding huge nozzles in their hands, and the nozzles spewed out flames several meters long.

After the flames, a stream of scorching air, before it could be suppressed by the heavy rain, advanced towards the infantry positions behind the armored cluster.

Some soldiers saw through the gaps that the asphalt road ahead had turned into a red inferno, with flames still leaping out from the cracks in the road.

In those dark red transparent flames, the charred and narrow figure was clearly visible, motionless, and swaying as if in water.

More intense artillery fire was fired at the front-line positions wave after wave, while the anti-aircraft artillery positions in the real world were advancing to the rear of the armored group at a speed of 20 kilometers per hour.

These steel monsters that can even overturn a Tiger tank with a single shot are the real killer against dragons.

There were hundreds of gun barrels standing in a row.

This would be the first time in history that the dragons were crushed to death on a frontal battlefield.

The premise is that the God struggling in the fierce light will not come while the war is still going on.

Chapter 507 Chu Tianjiao's Counterattack