Dragon Clan: Thought So Far

Chapter 393 379. The Fall of God

"Some people say that the essence of the world is like a giant nesting doll. The big fish eats the small fish and the small fish eats the shrimp. If you stand at the bottom of the food chain and look up, you will never see the top of the mountain." Lu Mingfei stood quietly. At the end of the destroyed beam, the hard facial bones were cracked, and a sad look appeared on the devil-like face. His golden pupils were briefly extinguished, the heavy rain was pouring, and the pale lightning in the majestic clouds illuminated The mercury-dappled water in the red well illuminates the distant mountains and the tilted and collapsed crane like a giant skeleton, making Lu Mingfei's shadow grow longer and shorter.

"But everything has an end. There must be some monster that devours everything sitting on the table at the end of the world. He is the ultimate in all food chains. Sitting on that table, you no longer have to look up, because even if you look up, I can only see the stars," Lu Mingfei said in a low voice.

The beheader imagined a majestic dining table standing at the end of a wide avenue across the ocean. The legs of the dining table were copper pillars reaching to the sky. A giant candle burning whale fat was placed on the table. The light of the candle was The color of lava, the huge god on the edge illuminated by light slowly opened his eyes. When the god opened his eyes, the whole world was his food, and the so-called power and power were just his tableware.

He suddenly shuddered. This incredible food chain theory reminded him of the short story "Sustaining Humanity" that he once read in a magazine. In the story, the gap between the rich and the poor on Earth was astonishing. The rich can implant expensive supercomputers in their brains to improve their intelligence, but the poor cannot and are reduced to the status of dogs. In the end, there is no chance to even sell their labor. In the end, 99% of the wealth in society is concentrated in the hands of one person. Known as the Terminator, he owns the entire First Earth.

What Lu Mingfei is describing seems to be the final product of a certain food chain. All wealth, strength, and power are swallowed up by the person at the table. He greedily looks down at the world and chooses the food he likes.

Thunder rumbled from the depths of the earth's crust. Even though those qualified to participate in this mission were all senior members of the execution department, they could not help but tighten their weapons.

Some of these people were transferred from the North American area and had participated in the siege of Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire at Six Flags Amusement Park in Chicago. They knew very well how terrifying the Dragon King was.

The White King is an ancient emperor who was able to confront the Black King many years ago. She is not given the title of Supreme, because the Supreme is a rhetoric extended from the White King and the Black King.

Winter nights are really lonely, and the heavy rain that swept through Tokyo because of a certain Nibelungen made the lonely winter nights noisy.

The cold wind originally froze everything, and the holly trees and firs were frozen into ice sculptures. Now those ice sculptures are all broken, and the rain has washed away the traces left by the heavy snowfall in the past few days on the mountain.

Suserigime had already wrapped her head with white silk threads. Those threads were beating like clustered capillaries, going deep into the turbulent deep water of the red well, sucking the lives of the subspecies.

Even the special armor-piercing bullets in the equipment of the commissioners could not completely destroy those filaments. The warheads splashed into fragments on the surface of the filaments and scales with huge kinetic energy. More and more machine guns and automatic rifles appeared at the edge of the wellhead.

A god who cannot resist is no longer a god, just like if you see the blood of God, then God is not unkillable.

"Do you have any cigarettes?" Lu Mingfei glanced at the man beside him.

"Yes." The beheader took out a German cigarette that was far stronger than Gentle Seven Stars from his arms. His eyes swept across the eyes of the devil-looking man next to him, and he suddenly froze.

After the golden eyes were extinguished, this guy's expression was not as majestic and aggressive as imagined. On the contrary, although everything about him was hard, his eyes were clearly like those of a child, gentle and low-pitched, no longer as majestic as before. .

Lu Mingfei held the cigarette in his mouth, tucked his jealousy and lust under his arm, frowned and said, "Where's the fire?"

The beheader realized that it was rude to look into a person's eyes like this, and he quickly lowered his head and groped in his pocket.

He was originally holding a huge, weird-looking sniper rifle, with a muzzle diameter close to that of an aircraft cannon. At this time, with his arms stretched out, Lu Mingfei saw that this guy's left arm was broken at the joint, and the lower part was replaced. Metal prosthetics appeared to have come from the same laboratory as the ones Professor Mance is using today.

The heating wire of the electronic cigarette lighter emits a blue shimmer. The decapitator holds the lighter with the fingers at the end of his prosthetic limb. Lu Mingfei also holds the cigarette butt over. Above their heads is the crane that was close to the mountain after the collapse. So the rain could not extinguish the small flame.

After lighting the cigarette, Lu Mingfei took a deep sip, then frowned and turned to look at the bottom of the well.

There are dazzling fires all around, a bit like those evil fire dragons in games or anime breathing breath. The heavy machine gun placed on the four-wheeled vehicle is controlled by several people. The barrel rotates like the flying rudder of a clock, and the bullets The sound of gunshots burst out from the sky like thunder.

This was a metal storm. The water surface at the bottom of the well was still dozens of meters high from the wellhead. The angry and painful monsters were unable to climb because the academy had dismantled the scaffolding inside the red well before the operation began.

At first, they stretched out their sharp claws to scrape the metal guard plate, trying to escape from this deadly place like monkeys and swallow the blood of living people, but the heavy rain was mixed with metal bullets of similar density, and the wind of death swept through. Even the dragons that curled up and used the hardest scales to resist the storm were covered with blood and scars. More fish dragons and snake dragons were blown into pieces in the red water just when they touched the bullets.

Even so, the subspecies never thought of escaping back to the underground river, as if once they turned back, they would be doomed and could not repent even if they died.

"Brother, what's wrong with your hand?"

"It was chopped off when I fought a group of Peruvian human organ traffickers in Bolivia in 2006." The beheader said, he did not light a cigarette for himself, but just frowned and looked at the bottom of the well.

However, when Lu Mingfei made this expression, his facial bones would break, blood would flow down along the gap, and blood-colored steam would rise.

"What kind of human organ dealer can hurt you, brother?" Lu Mingfei's voice was hoarse.

"That group of people worked for a hybrid organization that called itself the Medical Association. The power of the academy could not find too many clues, but they had a group of monsters similar to immortals under their command. They were forbidden biological samples created by transplanting the limbs of Deadpool with fallen hybrids. It was very dangerous. I almost died there." The Beheader said calmly,

"Later, the old man at home knew about this and transferred people from London to help me destroy the nest of those crazy people with rockets."

"Class enemy behavior." Lu Mingfei said.

"What about you? I have read your information. It says that your bloodline is very stable and will not degenerate. But it is also a big burden to maintain this state that can only be achieved after using taboo technology for a long time?"

"Because I don't know if I can burst blood again in a short time." Lu Mingfei said.

He lied.

Every time he turned into a dragon, it seemed to push himself into a deeper abyss. Even if he also stepped into the third degree of burst blood, Lu Mingfei could feel that his current self was completely different from his past self.

When he just finished the transformation, he felt that some evil ghost that roared in the world had awakened in his body, and the desire to destroy everything almost overwhelmed human reason.

The high temperature that even burned pig iron red came from Jun Yan or some more dangerous power of the Word Spirit, because after using the third degree of violent blood, Lu Mingfei once again felt the feeling he had felt in Xia Mi's Nibelungen a long time ago.

All the power in the world opened its arms to him, and the Word Spirits that appeared in the history of the dragon clan echoed in his mind like a bell. At that time, Lu Mingfei had not yet completely controlled his body, so that his roar to Lu Mingze was meaningless dragon text.

It can't be said to be meaningless, because this dragon text awakened a long and dangerous holy word, and the name of that holy word in the Word Spirit Sequence List was "Jun Yan".

This transformation gave Lu Mingfei unparalleled power, but after calming down, he was shocked to find that it was not like himself at all, cold and solemn, but closer to the devil in hell!

So even though Suseriki's brain was destroyed and he only needed to slash a few more times to completely destroy the ancient dragon, he still didn't do it. So when he was waiting for the Yamata no Orochi, the incarnation of Susano, to emerge from the ground, he didn't cancel this transformation, which was no different from depravity in the eyes of the academy but consumed a lot of energy for himself, because he was worried that the next third or even fourth degree blood-burst darkness would completely devour his sanity.

In the ecological chain, humans have never reached the top. When facing the genes of dragons, human genes are as fragile as a small tree facing a raging forest fire.

"You call that technology blood-burst?" The beheader nodded, indicating that he understood Lu Mingfei's behavior.

"I heard from the principal that this technology created miracles in their time. Menek Cassel and my ancestors used blood-burst to severely injure the dragon king when facing the first generation that attacked the manor."

"Lu Shanyan?"

"Yes." Lu Mingfei nodded.

The mountains were still shaking. When Yamata no Orochi emerged from the Red Demon River, it triggered an elemental tide that was even more violent than when Lu Mingfei entered the blood-raging state.

The most terrifying thing was that, as Lu Mingfei had expected, the White King's resurgence triggered extreme climate change throughout Japan. The offshore volcanic belt erupted with unprecedented intensity, and the tsunami began to hit the flood control embankment on the coast of Tokyo from two different directions. The raging tide easily destroyed all the buoys and detection instruments along the way, so that the Tokyo Meteorological Bureau did not respond effectively until the tsunami entered Tokyo Bay.

The flood was mixed with huge containers and stones, trees and all kinds of garbage in the port. Anyone caught in it would be crushed to pieces.

The sharp air defense alarm had been screaming in Tokyo City, which was covered by heavy rain, for nearly ten minutes. The Iron Dome Temple, a drainage system that Maruyama Construction was once proud of, collapsed as soon as the tsunami rushed into the city. Every sewer outlet was spewing out huge waves of water.

The good news is that the academy spent a huge amount of money to launch a blocking battle above the Abyss, and eliminated most of the corpse guards that escaped from Takama-ga-hara. Even in their mummified state after thousands of years of not eating, they still caused huge losses to the academy's elite. It is hard to imagine what would happen if these monsters were allowed to hunt at will in the sea for a while and then rushed into the now almost completely undefended Tokyo.

——"Your ancestor is the only Chinese hybrid that appeared in our modern history." The beheader said, "Your glory is not inferior to that of your ancestors... What made you reach this point?"

"With great ability comes great responsibility." Lu Mingfei said something at the right time.

The thunderous roar was getting closer and closer, and the huge breathing sound reminded people of the 209-mile-per-hour gale in Kirkwood.

At this time, the strange white filaments had already covered the inner wall of the water storage well, but they did not come from Suserihime, but grew from the bottom of the well.

It was like the hyphae of some kind of mold, but these hyphae could not only infect soil and trees, but even penetrate steel.

They could grow to several meters long, hanging on steel beams or trees, like countless slender hands swaying in the wind.

Soon the white silk climbed to the mouth of the well. Someone used a flamethrower to burn this evil strange thing that once existed only in dark alchemy books and could kill people invisibly. The high temperature of thousands of degrees Celsius swept away like a hurricane, but the flames separated on the surface of the white silk, reminding people of some kind of barrier with mysterious power.

"It's useless. Neither fire nor bullets can hurt this kind of filament." Lu Mingfei took a puff of the cigarette in his hand, and then threw the cigarette butt into the rainstorm.

He used the alchemy ancient knife named jealousy to touch the filaments growing from the depths of the red well. The filaments were like living insects and snakes, making sharp whistles when gas leaked, twisting and avoiding the mirror-like blade.

This kind of filament is fatal to any form of creature. They are highly corrosive. The steel that is contaminated by them becomes as loose as a sponge, and the trees die directly from the inside.

At this time, the red water seemed to be completely boiling, and millions of water droplets were jumping on the water surface.

The wind blew up from below, and the rain could no longer fall into the well. Lu Mingfei tightened his sword again. He glanced at the man beside him, and the candlelight of lava burned in his childlike eyes.

"That thing is about to come out." Lu Mingfei said softly.

His heart beat fiercely in his chest like a war drum, and lust and jealousy roared and awakened.

"You can't help me with anything next, prepare to evacuate, this is between me and it." He said.

But the beheader looked around and sighed.

"I'm afraid it's too late." He said.

Lu Mingfei was stunned and looked around.

Sure enough, it was too late. The bluestones in the mountains that had been silent for thousands of years were crumbling, and red water flowed out of them. The dense cracks almost surrounded the entire Red Well, and the devil's sad cry came from the cracks.

The Yamata no Orochi was not fighting alone, its descendants and legions were drilling through the strata to return to the world.

The Red Well was not the gate to hell, it was just a...

keyhole.

This section is a four-line plot, which is difficult to write.