Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

But just as he was thinking this, a ball of fire with extremely high speed and high heat radiation was thrown down from the sky in the distance.

No, that was not a projectile, but a jet! A giant dragon, much larger than an armed helicopter, flapped its wings and spewed out the attack from its mouth. Its golden eyes, which no one dared to look directly at, were filled with fine bloodshot, and it coldly looked down at the huge and hideous tank turrets that looked ferocious in the chaotic sky.

It's just a ball of fire. Those brainless beasts don't understand what the front armor of the 99A means. With the blessing of triple armor...

The old man's thoughts were suddenly interrupted because the ball of fire hit the turret of a tank just in front of the jeep.

His body suddenly leaned forward, his pupils contracted. The place where the flames broke out was emitting sharp flames like welding, and a huge amount of dust was raised from the ground. The surrounding water vapor was completely evaporated in a second, and the water vapor spread out like fog.

A strange cracking sound came almost at the same time as the sharp light, and the moment the flame hit, the reactive armor of the 99A tank was triggered.

The effect of the Word Spirit. Monarch Flame in Chu Zihang's hands is to instantly heat the air to a rare high temperature, then shrink and suck in the dust in the air, causing a dust explosion. In the hands of this dragon, it is more like an anti-tank missile.

Or worse.

Because the extremely high temperature stuck to the front of the tank like sticky mucus that could not be shaken off, the reactive armor was destroyed first, and then its wedge armor and composite armor quickly melted into bright red molten iron, which flowed down along the body and tracks of the tank.

Then, this incredible heat flow completely cut through the armor of the 99A in a few seconds. It accelerated forward, trailing thick smoke, and soon left the neatly arranged Wall of Sighs. During the brief pause in the artillery fire, the tank driver used his last bit of strength to drive this steel monster into the tide of heroes.

It was quickly flooded.

But it was still moving forward, and it did not stop until it had rushed more than ten meters into the black tide with a sound of explosion from inside the vehicle. Its turret was blown away, and the warhead and fuel tank were obviously severely damaged. The gushing shock wave and flames affected all the heroes within a radius of nearly ten meters.

Another tank immediately completed the armored cluster's charge formation. The asphalt road trembled slightly under the heavy impact of the tracks, and veins bulged on the commander's clenched hands.

Dragons fly at extremely fast speeds, and ordinary bullets hitting their scales cannot cause any damage to them. Even the air-to-air missiles launched by armed helicopters can hardly cause fatal injuries to them. The large-caliber onboard machine guns can only cause tearing effects after breaking through the transparent film and scales on their body surface.

Without air superiority, the armored cluster would almost certainly be killed if it encountered a large-scale dragon attack. Even if they had a large number of armed helicopters as air support, they could only temporarily deter the dragons with the help of air-to-air confrontation and short-range missiles that could effectively kill them.

At this moment, the old man in the jeep felt powerless like an armored cluster on the plains encountering an enemy's armed helicopter formation. However, the dragons were far more dangerous and more powerful than armed helicopters. They fought with the air formation, and the casualty ratio was almost one to five or even higher.

The battle lasted only a dozen minutes, but the loss of their own armed helicopters had reached double digits, and the effective damage they inflicted on the dragon was still relying on the three short-range missiles.

At this time, the military green-painted tracked vehicle finally arrived at the front line of the battlefield along the trajectory of the Wall of Sighs in front.

Dozens of Type 95 25mm self-propelled anti-aircraft guns.

This is an active anti-aircraft gun, relying on advanced radar sighting and optoelectronic fire control systems, they can detect incoming air targets at a long distance. And their installed four-barrel anti-aircraft guns can fire 3000 rounds per minute, and the 25mm caliber shells can briefly create an airspace restricted area.

Further to the rear are a larger number of Type 59 57mm anti-aircraft guns mixed into the infantry divisions.

This powerful but slow-firing anti-aircraft gun was put into mass production in 1965 and was gradually retired after the subsequent international situation stabilized. It is surprising that there are so many of them in such a place at this moment.

Obviously, when planning this operation, the executors had already anticipated the situation they would face at this time. Armed helicopters, short-range missiles and armored clusters were unable to fight against the agile dragon in the air.

The armor-piercing and incendiary shells fired by anti-aircraft guns can effectively kill dragons. Even the powerful second-generation species cannot protect their entire body when facing the dense steel barrage, and the kinetic energy of anti-aircraft guns is far from comparable to that of aircraft-mounted machine guns or any kind of missile fragments.

Commanders had long realized that those giant winged lizards actually resembled World War II-era fighter planes, whose flying speeds could not match the supersonic stealth fighters currently in service in the military, and which were capable of using powerful supernatural abilities to attack.

Their bodies are covered with some kind of incomprehensible force field and hard scales, relying on which they can deflect or even rebound direct hits from most kinetic weapons.

But if the kinetic energy is huge enough, the bullet can also penetrate the field and dragon scales.

The dragons have not yet realized what kind of weapons they are about to face. They are still hovering above the asphalt road, unwilling to continue the attack, but the passionate chanting is still echoing in the space. It is obvious that they are not prepared to just sit there and wait for death. The Word Spirit is still the real reliance of the dragons to stand at the top of the food chain.

The heroic spirits continued to attack the wall of death built by tank fire like waves, wave after wave.

Heroic spirits are pure consumables to the city of Nibelung. The energy of the kingdom of God is almost endless, and it can support the almost unlimited birth of such a large army of undead.

But even if the dragon left behind its embryos, it would take hundreds or thousands of years to resurrect. According to the prophecy, Ragnarok is imminent, and the dragons are not direct descendants of Odin. They are just living here temporarily waiting for the final moment to come.

No one wants to miss the decisive battle that is said to be the end. The so-called great constraint of history is both destruction and rebirth. If anyone can obtain the genes generously shared by the supreme being who has returned from the resurrection, he will become the god of the new era.

At this time, dense whistling sounds finally sounded from behind the commander, and bullets and tracer bullets connected in lines spewed out from the muzzle of the anti-aircraft gun.

A moment later, the sky was covered with a dense web of fire.

The initial velocity of the armor-piercing discarding sabot projectile fired by the anti-aircraft gun can exceed one thousand meters per second, close to three times the speed of sound. The sparks that appear in a line in front of everyone are actually tracer bullets mixed in with ordinary armor-piercing projectiles.

Even the most powerful second-generation species, with their dynamic vision, could not capture something that was three times the speed of sound. But when the web of light and flame rose from the ground, the dragons still felt a deadly threat. They flapped their wings and tried to escape from that airspace, but were instantly submerged by tons of steel bullets.

The air defense system was originally designed to use ten times the ammunition to intercept possible threats. When anti-aircraft guns in World War II attacked the B17, they fired a barrage at a fixed area on the flight path, so the pilots would be horrified to see a black cloud in front of the plane.

What Long Qun sees now is almost the same as the scene witnessed by the B17 pilots back then, except that today's anti-aircraft guns are more dangerous, with a firing rate of dozens or hundreds of times higher.

Terrifying roars rang out among the dragons, and scarlet blood splashed down from the sky, like a bloody rain.

But suddenly a loud chanting voice drowned out all the noise. It was from the smaller dragon among the dragons. His golden eyes were a cold dark gold, and the anti-aircraft gun shells landed on his scales and immediately burst into scattered metal fragments.

Then, a huge area with ionization on the surface spread out from the dragon as the center, and soon enveloped half of the sky. The anti-aircraft gun shells rotated and drilled holes on the surface of the area like unwilling snakes, but they only drilled less than ten centimeters inside before all the kinetic energy disappeared. Hundreds of thousands of shells were embedded in the edge of the area, like iron rain solidified in the air.

The commander's face turned ugly.

But what happened next made him feel relieved.

The anti-aircraft artillery commander in the rear obviously realized that the armor-piercing shells could not penetrate the transparent film, and he immediately switched to high-energy incendiary shells. Then the sky-high flames immediately spread to the edge of the area, and a moment later, with a low roar, the area was completely shattered.

The overwhelming flames fell downwards and were completely extinguished before they reached mid-air.

Next, the anti-aircraft guns completely suppressed the dragons. Although they could not cause fatal damage to them, the armor-piercing shells could always find the gaps between their scales and penetrate into their flesh.

The unbearable pain forced them to flap their scarred wings and retreat. Without the protection of the dragons, the heroic spirits' defenses also collapsed. The armored clusters charged forward, and the rain curtain in the sky dissipated along with it, and a chaotic sky light gradually appeared above the clouds.

Just when the commander thought the outcome was decided, an accident happened.

A clear and crisp sound echoed in this world, as if something was tearing it apart from outside.

Everyone looked around in horror.

Then strong electromagnetic waves gathered above the battlefield, and a huge electromagnetic storm rushed towards this side of the elevated road from the depths of the tide of heroes. The commander saw with his own eyes the tiny sparks sensed by the tank antenna.

The electronic control system of the entire armored cluster failed, and something released an effect similar to an electromagnetic pulse.

Just when he was still in doubt, the sound of majestic horse hooves echoed between heaven and earth.

It was getting closer and closer, faster and faster, like a giant beast galloping towards them.

Then the crisis broke out in the middle of the Panzer Group.

A huge cluster of lightning bolts fell from the dark clouds that had not yet completely dispersed, landing on a tank, and then spread to the surroundings, instantly destroying nearly ten Type 99As nearby.

A brilliant light was reflected in the commander's pupils, and in the light stood a huge human figure, sitting astride an eight-legged horse.

Without giving any orders, all weapons that were still operational fired at the dangerous figure.

But he just raised the spear in his hand, and the barrage of bullets that almost drowned him from all directions stopped in the air.

The terrifying kinetic energy disappeared in an instant.

Then the figure in the fierce light raised his head slightly, and the iron rain stagnant in the air flew up into the sky with its tip pointing upwards. A moment later, a terrifying explosion was heard in the air.

"Fuck it!" The commander cursed. His heart trembled as he realized that in the face of such an opponent, they could no longer use artillery or tank ammunition to suppress them, because all the shells would become weapons in the hands of the opponent.

That was just a warning.

"The front team becomes the rear team. The people at the back, hold on. Keep firing at the viaduct with the tank turrets. Don't let any monsters get out!"

The old man, who could barely straighten his back, suddenly took out a black bayonet from his calf. He put on special glasses to block out the light from Odin that ordinary people could not look directly at, and jumped off the jeep.

The only good news is that this ghost thing is not interested in the life or death of the monsters in front. The tank can still suppress the heroes with fire, but it can no longer use the electronic control system to communicate and move.

The bottom door of each tank was opened, and the tank drivers jumped out. Behind them, soldiers with rifles trotted on the asphalt road with their military boots to the area cleared by Odin.

The artillery fire continued, but there was silence here.

"Comrades! The time has come for the Party and the people to test us!" The old man tried his best to look directly at the majestic figure in the bright light. He gritted his teeth until they almost bled.

"Everyone! Bayonets!"

It’s just that we can’t use bullets and artillery shells. It doesn’t matter. We still have bayonets in our hands.

Chapter 509: The Bone and Blood of the Supreme

The violent storm, lightning and thunder could not cover up the roar of artillery fire coming from the distant elevated road. Lu Mingfei spread his wings and soared into the sky. The world was his furnace as he flew over the city at supersonic speed. All the glass along the way shattered, and Odin, who was submerged in the fierce light in the glass, was still galloping.

Lu Mingfei calculated the time silently. Nearly half of the 90 minutes agreed upon between him and Wa was still to pass. As long as Odin's real body did not descend into this kingdom of the dead, no one could threaten him.

"Since the Black King's bones and blood are actually placed in Chu Tianjiao's residence in Nibelungen, why do we still have to come to the city?" Lu Mingfei asked.

The strong wind blew up Xia Mi's hair, and the hem of her gorgeous skirt fluttered like a wind cape hanging on Lu Mingfei's shoulders. "Confirm something, don't you think it's a bit strange, brother?" Xia Mi held her chin and stared into the distance. Outside the city were continuous mountains, and under the viaduct that stretched across the sky like a ribbon was endless farmland. The brightly lit CBD area and the desolate world outside the city seemed to be in two parallel universes.

"What's weird?"

"Have you not noticed that the city in Nibelungen is far smaller than the real world? Some old urban areas have not been demolished yet, and those newly built buildings in the past two years are still low old buildings." Xia Mi said, "This is a modified version of your hometown that still remains in your youth. Odin intercepted fragments of that time in the cracks of fate and turned it into a high-dimensional space that is difficult for humans to understand, a self-repeating Penrose staircase, and a maze that is difficult to get out of."

"It's too complicated. I thought it had always been like this."

"In fact, it is not like that. Nibelungen is actually a reflection of the real world. For example, my kingdom of God is almost identical in structure to the one below the apple orchard. Every time Nibelungen is connected to the real world, the information of the two spaces will interact. At this time, the architectural structure and layout of Nibelungen will be closer to the real world." Xia Mi said, "You can see that the layout of this city is roughly the same as it was five years ago. This means that since Chu Tianjiao's accident, Odin has never opened the door to this kingdom of the dead again."

Lu Mingfei suddenly rolled up a gust of wind forward, and he flapped his wings to keep himself high in the sky. The thunder, lightning, strong wind and heavy rain were like a painting splashed with ink. The whole world was silent and desolate, and even the rumbling sound of cannons disappeared.

But this is really strange. The elevated road is also on the south side of the city. They are heading in that direction at the moment. Logically speaking, if they can hear the roar of artillery fire in the center of the city, then it doesn't make sense that they can't capture the movement of the battlefield here.

Could it be that Lord Wa and her army were completely wiped out in just a few minutes?

Lu Mingfei had seen the fighting power of the heroes. Their scales could withstand frontal fire from small-caliber pistols or even submachine guns, but they were absolutely unable to tear through the steel barrage fired by an armored cluster.

But he didn't have the energy to think about it now. Lu Mingfei slowly turned his head and looked down from the sky at the river of light and fire that had been left behind. He silently felt his heart sink.

"How is this possible..." he whispered, "If this Nibelungen has never been opened since 2005, then how did Odin come to Kuimen, Chicago, and even Tokyo? And what on earth was that thing I just killed on the elevated road?"

Persi wearing the Odin mask gave Lu Mingfei the feeling that he was seriously injured and unable to exert his full strength. After killing him, Xia Mi confirmed that she could feel the breath of the first generation and the fluctuations of some elemental authority inside the mask.

“But when you entered this space, the Nibelung mark that belongs to Odin did not fluctuate.” Xia Mi said softly, the gold in her pupils spinning like a mandala. “It seems that we can enter here not because of the mark, but because it is accepting you... this world is accepting you.”

Lu Mingfei and Xia Mi exchanged glances, and both saw a hint of shock in each other's eyes.

Endless ravens suddenly rose into the sky from the mountains. The falling rain hit their jet-black wings and splashed into white water. Their dark golden crows' eyes were like will-o'-the-wisp fires floating in the wilderness.

Thousands of ravens silently circled around Lu Mingfei in the rainstorm, forming a black vortex. They were silent, but when their wings vibrated, it was like fragments of steel rubbing against each other.

"You've finally been fooled, ha ha, you've finally been fooled." Two hoarse voices sounded alone in the middle of the crows. Lu Mingfei spat, and the domain of heaven and earth as a furnace collapsed beside him. Then another domain that was even colder and more deadly surged around like a tide.

“Die…” The man’s low murmur merged into two short words in the air. The lengthy words could be recited by Lu Mingfei in less than a second.

Jun Yan was just a short word "broken" in Chu Zihang's mouth, while Judgment was just a light "dead" in Lu Mingfei's mouth.

The bloody smell blew silently through the sky, but this domain was so powerful that even the towering clouds in the sky were melted away to create huge holes. This breath set off a fierce gale that only spread in the domain, crushing the circling ravens like countless powerful cutting machines.

These beasts were indeed some kind of alchemical creatures or dragon subspecies with bones as hard as steel and feathers as hard as steel. However, the flesh and blood attached to their bronze bones were blown away by the mere expansion of the Realm of Judgment. Scarlet wind blew in all directions, carrying black feathers that collided like wind chimes and made a slight sound.

The realm of judgement appeared and disappeared at Lu Mingfei's command. In this realm, even the god of death had to obey his will, so thousands of black ravens were all deprived of their lives, and scattered bones fell to the ground like a rainstorm.

Ravens are Odin's messengers, and wherever they appear, death follows.

Lu Mingfei realized that he might have overlooked something, something extremely important that could potentially turn the tide of the battle.