diskusbooks Chapter 338 You are a dragon, so be it.
Chapter 338 You are a dragon, so be it.
Chapter 338 You are a dragon, so be it.
Modi remained motionless as the purple radiation from his mouth gradually receded into black smoke and finally dissipated completely.
The nictitating membrane disappeared, and a pair of dragon eyes stared at the fireball in the sky, reflecting the burning sky.
Half of the Mindslayer fleet perished in the previous volley of fire, while the remaining half of the fleet remained stunned for a moment.
The fleet's commander had died in the strafing earlier, leaving the remaining fleet leaderless and unsure whether to fight or retreat.
Moments later, a powerful will was projected here, descending upon a surviving Mind Flayer mothership.
"There's been another mess," the Cursed Lord Styr sighed softly, possessing the body of a mind flayer. "There are only a few fronts where we're not achieving our objectives."
He accessed the mental network of the surviving fleet, reviewed what had just happened, and immediately frowned.
"An extraterrestrial evil god, the Lord of Radiation G?"
Through the eyes of the Mind Flayer mothership, he saw the culprit that had destroyed half of his fleet.
The black and gold dragon beast stood on the ground. As if sensing his gaze, it slowly turned its head to look at the mothership he had landed on, a hint of mockery flashing in its cold dragon eyes.
"We meet again."
The hoarse voice echoed in Steher's mind, making him pause slightly.
"Does this thing recognize me?" He frantically searched his memories, but couldn't find any information about the Lord of Radiation. "No, I've definitely never seen him before. Why would he say something like that?"
"You seem to have forgotten me, but that's alright, it's enough that I still remember you."
Modi grinned, his face, severely eroded by G cells, contorted into a sinister smile.
As he spoke, the bomb bay on his chest opened, and organic missiles flew out, blasting towards the Mind Flayer mothership in the air.
The mothership's mental shield, which was strong enough to withstand a large number of artillery shells, was as fragile as paper in front of these organic missiles and was torn apart in an instant.
The unprotected mothership became a sitting duck, and even though Stegher tried his best to distort the trajectory of the missile, he could not escape being hit by the organic missile.
boom!
After a series of loud explosions, the mothership turned into a giant fireball, and the powerless wreckage crashed to the ground.
Stich has crashed again.
His consciousness had barely been disconnected when he descended once more into the body of a mind flayer, intending to buy time and gather more information.
The remaining Mind Flayer airships scattered, trying not to huddle together, lest they be wiped out by the radiation stream again.
The fleet's objective has also changed from burning, killing, and looting to delaying and probing.
But Modi had no intention of giving them that chance.
He bowed again, opened his mouth and spewed out black smoke, the patterns on his body emitting an ominous purple light.
"Trying to pull the same trick again? All units, beware of him..."
"Steher had just given his order when he turned around and saw a horrifying scene."
Countless purple beams of light radiated outwards, disrupting his arrangements.
On the ground, the bowing dragon beast closed its mouth, concentrating all its purple light on its thorny back.
Those thorns acted like energy conduction devices, transforming the energy represented by the purple light into radial streams, which ultimately shot into the sky.
At this moment, Modi was like a hedgehog, with continuous streams of radiation as his quills. He didn't need to aim carefully; he could wipe out large numbers of Nautilus airships simply by turning his body at will.
The scattered Mind Flayer fleet was thus destroyed in an instant. Only a few airships escaped the disaster, but they did not last long before being destroyed by the watchful Soviet forces.
The wreckage fell like fiery meteors, crashing down on the city, which was already suffering greatly, and the aftershocks caused it to wail in despair.
Screams, collapses, heavy objects falling to the ground—in this hell forged in blood and fire, only Mo Di Yilong remained calm.
Amidst the smoke of battle, he slowly straightened up, his nictitating membrane receded, and the purple markings on his body gradually faded away.
Against the backdrop of the flames, his image in the eyes of witnesses resembled that of Satan's red dragon from hell.
"Comrade General, our reinforcements have arrived. Should we... launch an attack on G?"
The adjutant's voice brought the general back to reality; before he knew it, his back was soaked with cold sweat.
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Before he could give the order, the black and gold dragon beast on the screen came to life.
He extended his right trident arm and stabbed it into the air ahead. The steel claws plunged into the void, tearing open the curtain and creating a dark rift.
Immediately afterwards, he widened the rift, stepped into it, and the entire dragon disappeared from the spot.
The adjutant paused for a moment, subconsciously rubbed his eyes, and then opened them again to look at the screen.
A pupil that seemed to be burning with golden flames filled the entire screen.
The cold gaze seemed to penetrate the screen, allowing one to see the people watching the surveillance from behind the scenes.
The command room was completely silent. After a long while, someone suddenly screamed, breaking the tense atmosphere.
His heart was pounding. By the time the adjutant came to his senses, the screen had returned to normal.
That terrifying dragon eye seemed to be just an illusion, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
"Was that just a hallucination?"
"It wasn't a hallucination. G used some means to glance at us."
The general's face was stiff, and his expression wasn't good either. He muttered a curse under his breath in his native dialect: "Suka..."
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"No," he snapped back to reality, "Quickly isolate the command center. We must conduct a thorough investigation to ensure that no one has been contaminated by the evil god."
In a flash, he issued a series of orders in accordance with the regulations, including investigating pollution and transferring command.
After that, he sat quietly in the chair, waiting for the Ministry of Internal Affairs personnel to come and inspect.
The reinforcements have taken control of the city, and there are personnel everywhere engaged in disaster relief and patrols.
Next to a collapsed building, several conscripts were digging through the rubble.
As instructed by their superiors, they were to collect as much of the airship wreckage as possible and hand it over to the laboratory for examination.
This house was destroyed by a piece of airship wreckage.
When the conscripts dug through the surface reinforced concrete and the dust settled, the still-wriggling, flesh-and-blood-like wreckage of the airship finally came into view.
"What the hell is this thing? Could it be a biological weapon developed by the Americans?"
"No, I think it's more like extraterrestrial life."
"Look at those tentacles, maybe they're actually octopus-men hiding in the sea?"
The conscripts discussed the matter amongst themselves, but for the time being, they had no idea how to deal with the wreckage.
Suddenly, a sharp-eyed conscript noticed something amiss.
"Look, what's that?"
He strode forward and examined the foreign object on the wreckage through his gas mask; it was a strange, wriggling worm.
Seemingly sensing someone approaching, the insect arched its body, like Hakimi in his Spinosaurus form, its body taut like a spring.
The next moment, before they could react, the insects exploded, releasing a series of shrieks that left several conscripts dizzy and knocked to the ground.
A short while later, the soldiers staggered to their feet. The one closest to the insect shook his head, puzzled, and asked, "What just happened? Where did that insect go?"
"I don't know, but this is a discovery, so let's report it immediately."
"Reporting to command, where are we...? What? Are we ordered to stay put and await quarantine by the Ministry of Internal Affairs?"
The conscripts looked bewildered, but being used to obeying orders, they still chose to follow the instructions.
"It failed? My painstakingly developed mental plague has failed?"
Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, a massive but badly damaged Mind Flayer mothership hangs 10,000 meters above the sea.
Inside the mothership, Steher's avatar, with a ferocious expression, slammed his fist hard on the armrest of the throne.
He couldn't understand why the mental plague, which he had developed at great expense and which had only been put into actual combat for the first time, was ineffective against the local humans.
"I don't understand." Stief shook his head again. "What's the status of the mothership now?"
"My lord, the mothership is 50% repaired and is still undergoing emergency repairs."
"Um.
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He responded softly, then lowered his eyes, recalling the culprit that had damaged the mothership.
"The Reincarnated One".
His voice was hoarse and venomous; the word seemed to have been chewed over several times between his teeth before he uttered it.
Upon his arrival, he encountered a fleet of reincarnators, and the two sides immediately engaged in fierce combat.
Initially, Stygian did not take the fleet seriously, after all, it was just an indigenous army, which should have been defeated in no time in front of his massive fleet.
But he was wrong. He didn't expect that these natives possessed a lot of advanced technology.
He never expected that among these natives was a reincarnated being whose strength was comparable to his own.
"Without a doubt, he was a reincarnator like me, with one foot already in the door of immortality."
In his mind, Stieg had already ranked the threat of that reincarnator second, with the black-gold dragon beast being first.
Comparing the two, he still felt that the Black Gold Dragon Beast posed a greater threat.
"The mental plague is ineffective; it seems I'll have to change tactics. I wonder where the opportunity the Whispering Core spoke of for me lies."
He came guided by the demon artifact "Whispering Core," mainly hoping to take the opportunity to ascend to immortality and gain a place in the Forgotten Realm.
"Whispering Core, guide me on my path."
He gazed at the magnificent crystal and slowly poured his power into it.
In an instant, he was enlightened.
The continent, perpetually covered in ice and snow, came into view, its surface marked by traces of human activity.
The most eye-catching feature is the giant tower that stands in the center of countless buildings.
As the spire of the giant tower rotates, a vast and peculiar energy dyes the sky purple, creating a dreamlike scene under the refraction of the ice crystal clouds.
A portal to the subspace slowly opened, and like a floodgate being opened, a violent torrent of energy surged forth.
Stiefelter understood that this was what he was looking for, and it was his path to salvation.
"A continent covered in ice and snow, a colossal tower that gathers immense spiritual energy, and finally, that gate to the Warp... I understand now, there should be a divine position for me in the Warp."
He slowly clenched his fist, a surge of excitement crossing his heart.
"Pass on my order: notify all fleets to complete their rest and reorganization as soon as possible, and then... head south!"
Unbeknownst to anyone, Stiefel's expression had been completely consumed by madness. At the same time, the magical artifact in his hand gradually dimmed, eventually becoming indistinguishable from an ordinary glass object.
Modi's enormous body moved through the dimensional rifts, constantly being squeezed by the barriers.
Both dimensions were rejecting him, but within one of them, there were many filthy things that were eyeing him covetously.
"Get out of here!"
Dragon roars require no ordinary medium and act directly on the spiritual realm.
With just one shout, he killed many subspace creatures that coveted him.
The remaining subspace creatures fled in panic. They were greedy, but they were not stupid. There was no need for them to face an enemy they could not defeat.
Let the gods handle this kind of thing.
The shadows spread out, and a subdimensional god projected his power into the dimensional rift. Each shadow was a body of the sleeve.
In the blink of an eye, the dark figure had surrounded Modi on a spatial level.
"A lesser god?" Mordi's eyes were as calm as a still lake, without a ripple.
Although it was phrased as an inquiry, before the shadowy figure could respond, his right trident arm, wrapped in purple patterns, thrust forward fiercely.
The steel claws, gleaming with a cold light, tore through the curtain of shadows. The power of the dragon beast nemesis was activated, and the aura that could be called the natural enemy of dragons made the shadows tremble incessantly.
The curtain was mostly drawn back, revealing the true form of the shadowy figure.
Countless dragon-head-shaped objects emerged from the depths of darkness, forming a circle that trapped Modi in the center.
"roar"
The roar, carrying the pain, echoed within this confined space; without a doubt, it was the sound of a dragon's rage.
"It's good that you're a dragon."
Modico is also a dragon hunter apostle, and he can subdue both ancient dragons and giant dragons.
Each of his strikes is imbued with concepts related to dragon hunting, and the Dragon Beast Slayer weapon in his right hand is forged from these concepts.
The trident arm tore through the shadows, the chest chamber launched organic missiles, and streams of radiation continuously shot from the throat and back.
This battle was even more intense than the one against the Mind Flayer fleet.
Only opponents of the same caliber deserve to let him fight freely.
After fighting for a while, the Shadow Dragon left behind a pile of fragments, dragged its broken body through the barrier, squeezed into the warp, and returned to its lair.
They failed to gain any advantage from Modi and instead lost a significant amount of strength.
All those fragments went to Modi, who pocketed them all.
A portion of the power and authority of another immortal being benefited him, and the long-stagnant Styx pathway was once again opened up and extended under the impetus of this power.
"Unfortunately, the immortals are still too difficult to kill. With this body alone, repelling a lesser god is already the limit, unless I use my full strength, plus the Unchanging End Spear..."
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Dispelling this unrealistic thought, he continued onward, occasionally pausing to sow the seeds of ascension into the world.
In an instant, scientists from different camps around the world were inspired, and inspiration flowed like a spring.
"This is the last chance."
"Modi murmured, and finally he broke through the barrier and stepped into an ancient kingdom that was attached to the present world.
The steampunk art style came into view, and he was slightly taken aback. Then he felt a familiar presence rapidly approaching.
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