I put monsters and super powers in America

In the next hour, residents of countless towns along the way, from Arkansas to Oklahoma, drivers on night buses, and even some rednecks having barbecue parties in their backyards witnessed this amazing sight that could be described as "the passage of gods."

Countless video clips, like snowflakes, swept across major social platforms around the world, including YouTube, Twitter, and Facebook, in just a few minutes.

"Breaking News! An unidentified humanoid flying object was spotted over Arkansas! It's suspected to be a supernatural being!"

"Exclusive! A giant, unknown cat-like creature has been spotted in the Oklahoma countryside! It's incredibly fast!"

"What are they doing? Where are they going?! Could it be... could it be that something big has happened in America again?!"

The global audience has once again been whetted by the continuous and magical news.

79. Will the extraordinary person drop special items after his death?

On the back of the lightning-fast white beast, the main dragon was carrying out his "pre-war preparations" in an orderly manner.

"Can everyone hear me?"

His voice was clearly transmitted to everyone through the internal encrypted channel, especially to the ears of the "Thunder King" who was being dragged at high speed like a "human pendant".

"When we arrive, let's ignore the extraordinary battlefield and rescue the innocent civilians first!"

"And Mr. Louisver!"

"Woo-wah - I hear... I can hear it! If there is... something, tell me quickly! I feel like I'm about to be dried out by the wind... Woo-wah... my hair is going to be burnt off!" Louis' voice was intermittent and full of pain.

"It's simple. I need you now to spread your power. Don't condense the lightning into an offensive form like before. I need you to generate an anti-interference electromagnetic barrier, covering as much of the airspace around us as possible, and breaking the signal shielding set up by the federal government in the Tulsa area."

"You want me to be a human cell tower again? Like that time in South Dakota?"

"That's understandable. We need to broadcast the situation inside live."

"No problem! I'm familiar with this!" Louise immediately perked up. "But, just having a signal isn't enough, right? Whose account should we use for the live broadcast? The official Anduriel channel?"

"Of course not." The main dragon answered decisively.

He knew very well that the registration information, server IP addresses, and even every flow of funds behind the "official" media accounts currently used by Anduriel were inextricably linked to a shell company under Atlas.

Once these accounts are used for live broadcasts, it is equivalent to telling the world - "Hey! Look here! Atlas Graham is involved in this!"

Although Atlas has now temporarily escaped suspicion with his ability to [bewitch people], there may still be a few "hard bones" with particularly strong wills in the Department of Homeland Security.

At this time, any clue may make them set their sights on Atlas again.

What's more, the "exclusive" battlefield footage that Anduriel now has access to was actually obtained by illegally expanding the permissions obtained from the Pentagon through bugs and loopholes.

Using this kind of "stolen" footage for live broadcasting is like telling the Pentagon: "Hey! Not only do we know your secrets, we can also hack into your systems at any time! Surprising? Unexpected?"

He would never do such a stupid thing as walking straight into the muzzle of a gun.

"I have my own way."

He pulled out several palm-sized, jet-black miniature drones from his pocket. These were the "Hummingbird" series of stealth reconnaissance aircraft, newly developed by his defense company with a friendly sponsorship from Atlas and yet to be publicly announced. Not only were they silent during flight, they also boasted high-definition cameras and AI-powered autonomous photography capabilities.

This allows them to capture images in real time and efficiently with a high survival rate.

However, this thing is likely to die in the womb; because DJI has an alternative that not only has comparable detection and silent performance, but also costs one-fifth of the price of this "Hummingbird".

The few sample machines and trial production products that I worked so hard to produce are only sold so cheaply by Anduriel.

He activated one of the drones and then used his mobile phone to connect to a new YouTube account that he had just registered with the ID "Truth Observer 007".

"Atlas, I'll leave the backend to you." The Dragon Master gave Atlas, who was far away at the Anduril base, an order through the channel. "Once we enter the battlefield, use all your resources to push the link to this live broadcast room to every corner of the world with internet access. Especially those platforms in the East who like to watch the excitement. Pay special attention to it."

"Understood." Atlas' voice on the other end of the phone was steady and reliable.

everything's ready.

When the outline of the Tulsa city blocks, which were illuminated by the flames and looked like hell, appeared on the horizon, the dragon master gently tossed the "Hummingbird" drone into the air.

"Om-"

The drone made an inaudible sound and blended into the night like a ghost, flying silently towards the center of the battlefield.

An "exclusive live broadcast" belonging only to the Lord Dragon and open to the whole world has begun.

However, as he expected, the live broadcast room of "Truth Observer 007" on YouTube was decisively cut off by the platform administrator less than five minutes after it started broadcasting, on the grounds of "violating community regulations and spreading violent content."

But the tech geeks in Anduriel reacted faster.

Almost at the moment when YouTube live broadcast was blocked, countless "backup links" pointing to platforms such as Bilibili, Douyin, and Kuaishou were pushed as accurately as viruses to the hands of those onlookers who were anxious because of the interruption of the live broadcast.

As a result, a huge flow of traffic consisting of millions or even tens of millions of "international friends" who had climbed over the wall, like a flood that broke through the dam, instantly poured into the temporarily registered live broadcast room.

……

Dozens of kilometers from downtown Tulsa, the National Guard had already established an impenetrable blockade several kilometers long. Armored vehicles, barbed wire, and soldiers armed with live ammunition completely isolated the area from the outside world.

"Hey, John, look what that is?" Billy, a young soldier who was leaning against an armored vehicle smoking boredly, suddenly nudged the old soldier next to him with his elbow.

Veteran John looked in the direction of his finger and saw a burning fireball in the distant sky, with a long tail of flame, approaching them at an astonishing speed.

"Fuck! Is that a missile?! Those niggers have this thing?!" John was so scared that he almost swallowed the cigarette butt in his mouth.

However, the fireball drew a graceful arc hundreds of meters above their heads, and with a sharp whistling sound, it went straight across their blockade line and flew towards the war zone behind them.

Then, the ground beneath their feet began to tremble slightly.

A huge, mythical white beast, like a steamroller, rolled over the wasteland, leaving a trail of huge, clearly visible claw marks on the ground. It ignored the barbed wire and roadblocks that looked like toys to it, and with an easy, powerful gesture, it jumped up and easily crossed the blockade.

The soldiers watched all this in a daze, their mouths open, but no one gave the order to shoot.

It’s not that I don’t dare, but... I simply don’t know what to do.

"Shoot? Are you kidding me? Use this M4 in my hand to tickle that big cat? Or use the stinger in my hand to shoot that fire man, and then wait for the fire man to fly back and angrily roast all of us into skewers?"

A deep feeling of powerlessness in the face of absolute strength enveloped all the soldiers.

In the end, no one knew who took the lead, but a soldier silently took out his smartphone from his pocket and pressed the camera button at the two legendary figures that were disappearing into the distance.

Well, since we can’t stop it, let’s take a photo while we can still see the tail.

Then, the second, the third...

Along the entire blockade line, the sound that came one after another was no longer the "click" sound of pulling the bolt, but the "click, click" sound of taking pictures, which was full of the characteristics of the times.

There were even a few brave ones who turned on their flashlights and tried to take a well-lit photo of themselves and the "gods" in the distance.

……

Tulsa, Greenwood.

When the Anduriel people finally arrived at this war-torn neighborhood like gods descending from heaven, the scene before them made everyone's heart sink.

The battle was nearing its end, but the balance of victory was inexorably tilting towards the other side.

Jamal Washington, the agile figure holding a bone blade, was now kneeling on one knee behind a shelter made up of car wreckage and building ruins, gasping for breath.

His body was already covered with bruises.

Bullet holes of all sizes and lacerations from explosions dotted his torso and limbs, deep enough to reveal the bone. Dark red blood, already soaking through his tattered gray sweatshirt, dripped from his fingertips onto the ground, mixing with the dust and motor oil beneath his feet to create a sticky, ominous dark color.

His eyes, which were once as bright as obsidian, now became a little blurry due to excessive blood loss and physical exhaustion, and the scene before him even began to appear double.

The oil is gone and the lamp is dry.

This is the first word that comes to everyone's mind.

Opposite him were nine "Super Maruns" who still maintained a complete combat formation.

They too had paid a heavy price; the original full-strength squad of twenty-four was now reduced to less than half. But they continued like a pack of the coldest, most tireless hounds, advancing step by step from different directions towards his final hiding place, slowly tightening the encirclement.

"It's not...over yet..."

Jamal used the pair of bone blades that were already full of gaps to support himself on the ground, and tried to stand up again tremblingly.

A strong will filled with unwillingness and anger, like a last ray of light, squeezed out the last bit of vitality in his body.

"For Greenwood! For the Black Panther!"

He let out a hoarse roar like a wounded beast, and desperately injected all the strength in his body into his legs!

His body, like a spring compressed to the extreme, burst out with speed and strength beyond the limit in an instant!

He transformed into a black lightning of death that was full of determination and tragic grandeur, and launched a final, mutually annihilating charge towards the "Super Ma Run" closest to him!

"Hold!"

The main dragon looked at this scene and was so heartbroken that he almost jumped off Jingxue's back!

"System! System! What's going on?! The skill description you gave me didn't mention any 'overload' or 'explosion' functions! He looks like he's about to burn himself out!"

The system's answer made the main dragon feel depressed.

[Any living being, when faced with a desperate situation, has the potential to overdraw its own life potential, unleashing a force far beyond its normal capabilities. This is a stress response based on biological instinct and has nothing to do with the skill itself.]

The system's voice was as calm as ever, without any emotion.

[In other words, he is now burning his life. And this process is irreversible.]

"Fuck! So you're saying I can only watch him die?! Watching this 'high-quality leek' I worked so hard to cultivate, with high and stable yields, just disappear like that?!"

【Yes. 】

[A total of six "Gaia Soil" (high quality) were detected on site, each equivalent to 10000 wishes and can only be used to water Gaia Ginkgo trees.]

【Should we harvest?】

Six Super Maruns were killed, and their souls became fertilizer for the "Gaia Ginkgo Tree". To be honest, it was a bit of a waste; but considering that the quantity was quite abundant, the main dragon did not curse.

But if Jamal were gone, he would cry his heart out.

That was cultivated through his willpower!

Although I have made back my investment now, and made a lot of money at that, it is definitely not enough, right?

Of course, Jamal's death can also provide the main dragon with "Gaia's Soil", and it is estimated that the quality is definitely far superior to those super marun's souls, but "vouchers" for special purposes are definitely not as practical as "cash" that can be used at will!

However, just as he was about to enter Gaia's dream and find a cheat for Jamal to extend his life, another prompt from the system made him stop.

[Warning! Target 'Jamal Washington' detected. His soul energy is experiencing a violent fluctuation and is about to leave his body.]

[Warning: The vital signs of the 'power recipient' you have designated, Jamal Washington, have fallen below critical values ​​and are expected to die within three minutes.]

[Starting the 'Final Recovery Protocol'...]

[A powerful, unquenchable 'unyielding will' has been detected within the target's soul. This will can be recovered as a 'Seed of Gaia'.]

[Are you sure that after the target dies, their soul will be immediately recovered and transformed into a 'Seed of Gaia'?]

"Soul? Gaia's seed?"

The Dragon Master was taken aback. He subconsciously asked in his mind:

"Shouldn't it be 'Gaia's Soil'? How did it become 'Gaia's Seed'?"

"What is the use of this thing?"

['Gaia Seed' is the soul essence that contains the purest will and core memories of a strong, determined individual who has experienced hardships.]

[You can choose to give the recovered 'Gaia Seed' to any ordinary creature in Gaia's Dream that you have not designated as a 'Shelter Creature'.]

Creatures endowed with the 'Seed of Gaia' will retain their original biological instincts while significantly increasing their intelligence. They will be able to better understand and execute complex commands issued by their host, and even possess a certain degree of independent judgment and subjective initiative. They may even retain the memories and consciousness of their original soul.

"Possession? Soul transmigration? That's quite interesting!"

"It seems that extraordinary people like Jamal, who have such special experiences, are useful not only when they are alive, but also after they die!"

"Gaia's Dream, activate!"

80. A new monster is coming!

When the master dragon's consciousness sank into the ancient land that belonged only to him again, a damp and slightly cool air mixed with the fragrance of soil after rain and the smell of decaying plants rushed towards him.

Gaia's Dream, it's raining.

It wasn't a doomsday scene of violent storms, thunder and lightning, but rather a continuous, sometimes heavy, sometimes light autumn rain. The fine rain threads, like a silver spiderweb, enveloped the entire wasteland, tinging the distant scenery with a hazy, poetic quality like an ink painting.

As he had expected, the river rose again, and the muddy water flooded the barren beach along the bank, submerging some low-lying areas and nourishing more bizarre prehistoric plants that grew in response to the water.

It is full of dangers, but also full of vitality.

His ginkgo tree, now a "small tree," stretched out its lush branches and leaves, greedily absorbing the sweet rain from the sky. Every drop of rain that landed on the leaves seemed to carry a trace of faint, pure life energy, flowing along the veins, into the trunk, and ultimately nourishing his roots deep in the earth.

I have to say, this feeling... is quite comfortable.

The reptilian couple he cared for were clearly natural builders. They had built their nest on a relatively high slope, and had cleverly constructed a simple "roof" over the entrance using some oddly shaped, leftover dinosaur bones and hay mixed with clay, perfectly shielding it from the rain. At this moment, the male reptilian lazily lay at the entrance, warily scanning his surroundings, while the female, deep within the cave, lovingly licked her hungry cubs.

The Jehol pterosaurs in the sky clearly hated the wet weather. Their felt-like fur became heavy and sticky once soaked by the rain, significantly hampering their flight efficiency. They were currently hiding in groups beneath the archosaur's ever-growing, umbrella-like canopy and among the branches of several equally tall gymnosperms nearby. They preened their feathers and chirped incessantly, making it unclear whether they were complaining about the weather or discussing which pterosaur had cheated on its neighbor again.