Zongman: This Holy Lord just wants friendly communication

Kulet, with narrow eyes, smiled disdainfully and then said, "We can also do this kind of anomaly. It's nothing special. Congress has stated that the mysterious factor should not be underestimated."

"But at the same time, the great wizard also said that demons are physical. Since they have a physical body, even if they can withstand bullets, can they also withstand missiles? Humanity has developed to this day, and these demons dare not even fart. Now that we have weapons and power in our hands, why are you so timid?"

Kurett had a serious look on his face. He criticized Blake harshly, then turned around and looked at the Black Hand Building with a gleam in his eyes.

Chapter 95: Confrontation with Humans

In a not-so-old country full of uncertainties, mysterious forces are like turbulent undercurrents hidden in the deep sea, quietly surging and potentially causing huge waves at any time.

District 9, this brand new area that carries great hopes for the rise of the Ugly Country's mysterious power, is like a mysterious treasure house that is eagerly waiting to be filled with rare treasures. It is eagerly craving for many rare objects from the mysterious side to support the subsequent massive and arduous research work.

Its ultimate goal is to allow the mysterious power of the Ugly Country to grow rapidly and vigorously like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, and strive to narrow the existing power gap between it and other countries.

Especially the ancient country that stands in the East like a towering giant in the field of mysticism. The ancient country has a long history, its historical heritage is like an endless treasure, and its ancient heritage is as bright as stars. Every strand and every ray contains a mysterious power that shakes the world.

Today, the surging wave of the awakening of mysterious power is sweeping the world with an overwhelming force. In this secret competition where there is no smoke but it is extremely fierce, the Ugly Country is on edge and trying its best, not wanting to fall behind in this crucial race. Even if the gap is as small as a millimeter, it will feel like a thorn in the throat and unwilling.

Congress seized the opportunity and focused its attention on the famous old man. With full expectations, it extended an olive branch, which symbolized the highest honor, and sincerely invited him to serve as the chief wizard of the Ugly Country and hold the core scepter of mysterious power.

However, my father was determined and resolutely declined the invitation, which made the Congress's wish come to nothing.

However, Congress did not gain nothing, as it did have a group of magicians, some real and some fake, under its command.

Although most of them are just some fancy moves and some bluffing tricks, there are indeed a few experts who are well versed in magic and have some real knowledge among the mixed crowd.

The inheritance volumes they hold tightly in their hands are like a series of long-forgotten mysterious books, which record in detail the bizarre and dreamlike adventures of the past, as well as the methods of using powerful magic that is powerful enough to change the world and is full of magical colors. These have become the "secret keys" for the Ugly Country to grope forward in the mysterious field.

At this time of turbulent and unpredictable changes, Jiang Shi Nian appeared without warning like a heavyweight meteor that streaked across the night sky, dazzling and dazzling. In an instant, he detonated the long-dormant mysterious energy between heaven and earth. The shocking phenomenon attracted global attention, and the attention of all parties was focused on this like iron filings attracted by a magnet.

As the first country to expose a major supernatural event, the Ugly Country suddenly felt a heavy pressure like a mountain pressing down on its head. It made a prompt decision and sent the Ninth District's swift and decisive Deputy Executive Officer Kurett to San Francisco like a god descending from the sky.

As soon as Kurett landed, he took over Blake's power with a tough hand, and controlled the San Francisco's military force firmly in his palm like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey. His posture was like that of an overlord dominating the battlefield, and he would not tolerate any disobedience.

Subsequently, a massive operation as busy as a colony of ants moving house was launched in full swing. Congress spared no effort in investing massive manpower and material resources, like a hurricane passing through with overwhelming force.

Wherever they went, all irrelevant people and obstacles were cleared away, leaving large tracts of open space just to smoothly transport those huge and intimidating heavy firepower equipment. A large number of well-trained and stern police forces were mobilized to stage a grand battle like a decisive battle on the top of the Forbidden City.

The goal of their action this time was clear and ambitious. First, they wanted to capture alive the mysterious being who exuded evil magic and was like a demon in the dark night. It was rumored that he was holding twelve magic talismans in his hands.

Each talisman seems to contain a mysterious little world with unpredictable power; secondly, it is necessary to uproot the Black Hand organization that is entrenched in the underground of San Francisco and controls most of the dark forces like octopus tentacles, and thoroughly clean it up, just like sweeping away the dust on a spider web, leaving no chance for it to make a comeback.

They want to use this to show the world the strength and power of the Ugly Country's military, just like beating a thunderous war drum, telling the world that its strength should not be underestimated, and making the world tremble under its iron hoof.

"Jackie Chan and the great wizard are about to arrive. How about waiting for a while..."

Blake tried to dissuade him. He had painstakingly managed the police force in District 13 for a long time, just like an old farmer who carefully cared for his crops. He really didn't want this suddenly parachuted leader to squander the police force and completely deplete it. That was the "family fortune" that he had accumulated over many years of hard work.

"Shut up!" Kurett shouted, interrupting Blake rudely. His voice was like the sound of a huge bell, making people's ears hurt. "That wizard is not one of ours. If we rely on outsiders to deal with this demon crisis, how will the people at home view us? How will the international community view us?"

"I am now the commander-in-chief. Congress appointed me to deal with this demon. Your proposal has long been rejected by Congress. Don't get involved anymore. Do you understand?"

Blake choked, like a quail with its throat pinched, and suddenly became silent. Full of helplessness and resentment, he quietly stepped aside and said no more words.

"Report!" A soldier hurried over and saluted with quick and decisive movements, his expression tense and focused.

"Tell me!" Kurett glanced over, his narrow eyes revealing a dangerous chill, like a cheetah spying on its prey in the dark night, which made people shudder.

"No one answered, no signal at all. The whole building seemed to be hollowed out. Only on the top floor there seemed to be a huge life form lurking." The soldier reported everything. Although his voice was steady, he could not hide his inner uneasiness.

Kurette narrowed his eyes and pondered for a while. His eyes were like a deep pool, making it hard to fathom his thoughts. Then he picked up the pager and directed the operation: "Ugly Thirteen, lead the team into the building and search floor by floor!"

"Beep--"

"Roger that!"

The team next to the main entrance of the building took immediate action. Their movements were agile and their steps were uniform, as precise and efficient as if they were operating machines. The team at the side door was also busy sorting out their equipment, unlocking the door and entering. The sound of metal colliding echoed in the silent air, revealing a hint of pre-war tension.

……

"The power of this mask has increased a lot." At the top of the building, Jiang Shi Nin closed his eyes and sensed, as if he was an old monk in meditation, and the mysterious energy fluctuations around him were all under his control. A rough calculation showed that the number of shadow ninjas under his command had exceeded 10,000. Now he finally had more manpower, and the feeling of being stretched in the past had faded a little. Walon's side was also properly settled, and the shadow ninjas sent out had returned to their positions. Everything seemed to be progressing step by step.

"Tsk, these minions are too noisy." Jiang Shinian raised his eyes and looked at the armed helicopter hovering in the air. The metal shell was cold and shiny in the dim light, like an evil eagle made of steel, staring at them hungrily.

"Hiss" he grinned, revealing a hideous smile, and his body suddenly moved sideways at a speed as fast as a ghost. With the crisp sound of broken glass, he disappeared from the spot in an instant, leaving only a trace of mysterious aura floating in the air.

"The target has appeared!" The ground around the Black Hand Building suddenly became chaotic, the crowd surged, shouts came one after another, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Kuret raised his head and stared at the giant dragon hanging high in the sky. The sky was filled with dark clouds, swirling around it, just like ink pouring into the sky, spreading wildly.

A giant dragon with a dark green body and a faint golden glow was hovering in the air, with two golden lines between its eyebrows shining brightly and a mysterious halo constantly flowing, as if a god had descended to the earth, emitting an awe-inspiring and terrifying aura all over its body.

It was under the black clouds, with flames all around it flickering and crackling in the black air. From time to time, the black and red light penetrated the thick black clouds and shot into the distance, accompanied by a loud bang. The sound was like the collapse of the sky and the earth, shocking everyone.

The sky was as gloomy as ink, and the fully armed policemen below were all on edge, like arrows on a bow, ready to be shot.

The occasional flash of light illuminated their extremely solemn faces. Sweat slid down their foreheads and dripped onto the triggers, but no one cared. At this moment, the only thing in their eyes was the "devil" in the air.

"Why is this dragon still wearing beach pants?" Everyone was stunned when they saw it. This absurd scene seemed to add a touch of black humor to the tense atmosphere, but the next second, the tension surged back like a tide.

"Is Jackie Chan not here yet?" Jiang Shinian's voice was low and hoarse, echoing all around, with a bit of impatience and arrogance, as if announcing to the world that he was the only one in power on this battlefield.

"Concentrate your firepower and kill it!" Kuret stared at the evil dragon and gave cold orders into the intercom. His voice was filled with determination to kill and was chilling to the bone.

"Click" on the ground, the elite policemen lined up in layers, in an orderly manner, received the order, opened the safety, pressed the gun, and raised the gun. Their movements were smooth and seamless, showing that they were well-trained.

After a brief silence.

"Da da da da da da da da" the sound of gunfire resounded through the sky, flames splashed, the pungent smell of gunpowder filled the air, and countless bullets dragged air waves, shooting towards the giant dragon in the sky like a meteor chasing the moon.

"Buzz!" A strange wave suddenly arose, and the bullets that were shooting at him were frozen around Jiang Shinian, twisted and deformed, as if blocked by an invisible air wall, unable to move. Then, like pebbles that had lost their power, they fell one after another, making small potholes on the ground and raising fine dust.

As the bullet casings fell, dozens or even hundreds of heavy snipers in the surrounding buildings pulled the triggers simultaneously. Caught off guard, the large-caliber bullets with super penetrating and destructive power pierced through Jiang Shinin's body. Blood splattered, dyeing the surrounding air red, but Jiang Shinin stood firm as if nothing had happened. His appearance became more and more weird and terrifying.

"Tank!" Seeing the armor-piercing shells work, the order was immediately given, the voice was urgent and decisive.

"Boom!" Amidst the deafening roar, the heavy tanks surrounding the Black Hand Building fired at the same time, and high-explosive bombs, armor-piercing bombs and other bombs were fired into the sky.

"Boom!" The violent explosion shook the earth, and the Black Hand Building was caught in the disaster. It collapsed bit by bit like paper. Flames shot up to the sky, explosions sounded continuously, bricks and rubble flew everywhere, injuring many people, and even the thick black clouds were dispersed a little.

Kuret narrowed his eyes and stared at the sky, as if muttering to himself: "This time, you are still alive?" There was expectation in his eyes, but also a hint of imperceptible fear. At this point, the battle has become fierce, but the outcome is still undecided.

Chapter 96 The dragon shows its power!

At the horizon, the raging fire was like a prehistoric beast out of control, raging with its fangs and claws bared. The blazing flames seemed to tear a huge hole in the sky.

Wherever the fire reached, half of the sky was illuminated with a bright red color, as if it was covered with a thick layer of blood that never dried up. The heat and fury seemed to turn everything in the world into ashes.

The rolling red glow was like boiling magma surging and steaming, spreading wantonly, interweaving and entangled with the billowing smoke and dust rising into the sky, stirring up the sky into chaos. It was like a horrific prelude before the end of the world, and the whole world was shrouded in this strong and murderous atmosphere.

Time seemed to be stretched to an infinite length, and after a long time, it was as if a gentle angel of salvation quietly descended.

A gentle breeze blew slowly by, seeping into the battlefield filled with smoke and deathly silence, dispersing the pungent and thick smell of smoke inch by inch.

The smoke, which was originally as thick as a black curtain, slowly and reluctantly dissipated like the remnants of a defeated army, revealing the tragic scene of scars and devastation bit by bit.

In an instant, everyone's eyes seemed to be drawn by an invisible but powerful force, and were all focused on the airspace that had just experienced a "fire disaster."

Kurett stood in the front row, his posture straight but revealing a cold and murderous aura. His narrow eyes flashed with a cold and cruel light like an icy pond on a cold night. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a contemptuous and complacent sneer.

That smile was filled with the certainty of victory, as if the giant dragon before him, which had been baptized by fire, was already a lamb on the chopping board to be slaughtered, no longer having the power to resist.

But fate always likes to play cruel jokes. In a flash, the sneer seemed to be frozen by frost and froze on his face. The complacent expression was instantly replaced by astonishment and fear.

Looking up, I saw several shocking huge holes on the body of the giant dragon hanging high in the sky. These holes went through from front to back and were pitch black and empty, and could be seen through at a glance.

This should have been a "glorious achievement" worthy of cheering and celebrating.

However, what was strange was that strange magical ripples appeared on the edge of each hole.

These ripples were like nimble and leaping silver threads, winding and moving at a speed clearly visible to the naked eye, quickly repairing the hideous wound.

It was as if time had been reversed at this moment, and the wound was healing rapidly, as good as new.

"You're not going to die?" Kuret's eyes suddenly widened, his narrow pupils stretched to the limit by extreme shock and disbelief. His previous pretended calm and composed appearance was now torn to pieces by panic, leaving nothing behind.

"Heavy..." He raised his hand in panic and grabbed the walkie-talkie. His arm trembled slightly due to nervousness. His voice was rapid and a little hysterical. He was ready to mobilize all his strength again in an attempt to deal a fatal blow to this "immortal" dragon.

However, at this critical moment when the arrow is on the string, the unexpected event surges up again like a turbulent undercurrent.

"Boom!" A loud bang that shook the earth exploded.

The giant dragon was like an ancient demon god that was completely enraged after sleeping for a thousand years. The tremendous power dormant in its body erupted violently like a flood that broke through a dam.

A blazing flame spurted out from its bloody mouth. The flame was like a fire meteor falling from the depths of the universe. Its color was extremely crimson, just like thick and dripping blood, violent and arrogant.

Wherever it passed, the space seemed to be burned, wrinkled and distorted, with layers of heat wave ripples visible to the naked eye.

In this blazing flame that resembles the hellish fire, there are also wisps of five-colored light hidden. They are like mysterious elves flickering in the dark night, constantly flickering and lingering.

It looks peaceful and auspicious, exuding a quiet beauty, but in fact it is like a deadly sting hidden in the flowers, adding a bit of weirdness to the already terrifying flames, making its power soar exponentially, like a demon that has been unsealed, releasing endless tyranny and destructive power.

The surging heat current seemed to have life and will, carrying the determination to raze the entire Black Hand Building to the ground.

The heat wave was like a raging tsunami, carrying with it a devastating momentum, sweeping down from the sky, leaving nothing behind.

The metal objects originally scattered around, under the invasion of this heat wave, were like fragile candles. They instantly melted into pools of boiling liquid, flowing on the ground and sizzling.

The guns in the hands of those policemen also quickly became hot under the high temperature. The wooden stocks were emitting green smoke with a "hissing" sound, and the metal barrels were so hot that they could not be held at all, and they fell out of their hands and to the ground.

Looking at the heavy tanks parked around, the pendants on the body of the tanks were twisted by the heat wave, like crumpled paper, curled into all kinds of strange shapes. The occupants in the tanks were forced to flee frantically due to the unbearable heat, and their shrill screams pierced the sky and were endless.

And those elite policemen who were originally lined up in neat rows and well-trained became as fragile and tiny as ants in the face of the flames that seemed like a natural disaster.

The poor guy who was hit directly by the flames instantly turned into fine powder and dissipated in the hot air, as if he had never existed in this world, without even a trace left.

Those who were lucky enough to just brush against the flames were not much better off; their skin was peeling off and festering inch by inch like melting ice.

The scene was even more horrifying than being reduced to ashes. The piercing pain was like a maggot attached to their bones, severely torturing their nerves and making them scream and wail like crazy.

The originally strict and orderly military formation, under the impact of this flame, was like a paper castle, instantly shattered and collapsed. Everyone fled in all directions like headless flies, and the situation was in chaos.

"Too noisy!" Amidst the chaos and noise, a low and majestic voice, like the sound of a huge bell, came from the air.

As the sound fell, the giant dragon was like a black lightning, carrying with it an overwhelming pressure, leaving a long afterimage, and like a meteorite falling to the earth, it crossed the sky at an extremely fast speed and smashed towards the ground swiftly.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise, as if a thunder exploded out of nowhere. The stone slabs on the ground were smashed and flew everywhere. The sky full of dust was like a yellow curtain that was lifted up, spreading out in an instant, covering the sky and the sun.

"Puff", "Puff", "Puff", a series of dense explosion sounds came one after another. The unlucky guys at the center of the landing point were instantly crushed into slag by this tremendous force, turning into a large ball of crimson blood mist.

The rich smell of blood spread, sweet and fishy, ​​pungent and unbearable, enveloping the giant dragon that looked like a demon.

The giant dragon moved at a speed that exceeded the speed of sound, like a ghost traveling through the world. Wherever it went, lives were like candles in the wind, fragile and unable to withstand a single blow, and disappeared one after another.

The pervasive dragon might was like materialized spiritual shackles, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts, causing everyone's mind to tremble with fear.