Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

Chapter 393 379. God's Fall
"Some people say that the essence of this world is a huge nesting doll. Big fish eat small fish and small fish eat 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. His hard facial bones cracked and a sad expression appeared on his devilish face. His golden pupils went out briefly. A heavy rain was pouring down. The pale lightning in the magnificent clouds illuminated the mercury-mottled water surface in the Red Well, the mountain shape in the distance, and the crane that tilted and collapsed like a giant skeleton, stretching Lu Mingfei's shadow long and short.

“But everything has an end. At the end of the world, there must be a monster sitting on the dining table that devours everything. He is the ultimate in all food chains. If you sit at that table, you will never have to look up again, because even if you do, you can only see the starry sky.” Lu Mingfei whispered.

The beheader imagined that at the end of a wide avenue that spanned the ocean stood a majestic dining table. The table legs were copper pillars that reached the sky, and on the table stood a giant candle burning whale fat. The light of the candle was the color of lava, and the edge of the light was illuminated. A huge god slowly opened his eyes, and when the god opened his eyes, the whole world was his food, and the so-called power and authority were nothing more than his tableware.

He suddenly felt a chill. This incredible food chain theory reminded him of a short story he had read in a magazine, "The Support of Humankind". In the story, the gap between the rich and the poor on Earth One was outrageous. The rich could implant expensive supercomputers in their brains to improve their intelligence, but the poor could not, and they degenerated to a dog-like status, and finally they even had no chance to sell their labor. In the end, 99% of the wealth in society was concentrated in the hands of one person, called the Ultimate Producer, who owned the entire Earth One.

It seems that what Lu Mingfei is describing is the end producer in a food chain. All the wealth, all the power, and all the authority are devoured by the person at the table. He greedily overlooks the world and selects the food he likes.

There was a rumbling thunder from deep within the earth's crust. Even though those who were qualified to participate in this mission were senior members of the executive department, they could not help but clench their weapons.

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

The White King is an ancient emperor who was able to fight against the Black King many years ago. He is not given the title of Supreme because Supreme is a figure of speech extended from the White King and the Black King.

Winter nights are so lonely, but the rainstorm that swept through Tokyo because of a certain Nibelung made the lonely winter nights noisy.

The cold wind had frozen everything, and the holly and fir trees were frozen into ice sculptures. Now all the ice sculptures were broken, and the rain washed away the traces left in the mountain by the blizzard a few days ago.

Suserihime had wrapped her head with white silk threads, and those threads were beating like clusters of capillaries, diving into the surging waters of the Red Well, sucking the lives of the subspecies.

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

A God who cannot be resisted is no longer a God, just as God is not unkillable if you see his blood.

"Do you have a cigarette?" Lu Mingfei glanced at the man next to him.

"Yes." The beheader took out a German cigarette from his arms that was much stronger than the Soft Seven Stars. He swept his eyes across the eyes of the devilish-looking man next to him and suddenly froze.

After the golden pupil went out, this guy's expression was not as majestic and aggressive as imagined. On the contrary, although everything about him was strong, his eyes were clearly like a child's, gentle and low, no longer the majestic look he had just had.

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

The beheader realized that it was very impolite to look into someone's eyes like this, and quickly lowered his head to search his pocket.

He was originally holding a huge, oddly shaped sniper rifle, the diameter of the muzzle of which was almost as large as an aircraft cannon. When he stretched out his arms, Lu Mingfei saw that this guy's left arm was broken at the joint, and the lower half was replaced with a metal prosthesis, which seemed to be made in the same laboratory as the prostheses that Professor Mans was using now.

The heating wire of the electronic cigarette lighter emitted a faint blue light. The beheader held the lighter over with the fingers at the end of his prosthetic limb. Lu Mingfei also put the cigarette butt over. Above their heads was a 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 puff, then frowned and turned his head to look at the bottom of the well.

There was dazzling fire all around, a bit like the evil fire dragons in games or animations breathing in and out. The heavy machine gun placed on the four-wheeled vehicle was controlled by several people, and the barrel was rotating like the rudder of a clock. Bullets flew out and the gunshots were as deafening as thunder.

This was a metal storm. The water surface at the bottom of the well was still dozens of meters above the wellhead. The angry and painful monsters could not climb up because the academy had dismantled the scaffolding inside the Red Well long before the operation began.

At first they stretched out their sharp claws to scratch the metal guard plates, trying to escape from this deadly place like monkeys and swallow the blood of living people. However, the rainstorm was mixed with metal barrages of similar density, and the wind of death swept through. Even the dragons that curled up and used their hardest scales to resist the storm were covered in blood and scars. More ichthyosaurs and serpent dragons were blown into pieces in the red water the moment they came into contact with the barrage.

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

"What's wrong with your hand, bro?"

"I was chopped off in Bolivia in 06 when I was fighting a group of Peruvian organ traffickers." The beheader said. He did not light a cigarette for himself, but just looked at the bottom of the well with a frown.

However, when Lu Mingfei made this expression, his facial bones would shatter, blood would flow down along the gaps, and bloody steam would rise.

"What kind of human organ trafficker can hurt you, brother?" Lu Mingfei said in a hoarse voice.

"That group of people worked for a hybrid organization that called itself the Medical Association. The academy couldn't find out much, but they had a group of monsters similar to immortals under their command. They were forbidden biological samples created by transplanting fallen hybrids into Deadpool's limbs. It was very dangerous. I almost died there." The Beheader said calmly.

"Later, my old man found out about this and sent some people from London to help me destroy the lair of those lunatics with rockets."

"Enemy behavior." Lu Mingfei said.

"As for you, I've read your information, and it says that your bloodline is very stable and won't degenerate, but maintaining this state for a long time that can only be achieved after using forbidden techniques is also a big burden, right?"

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

He lied.

Every time he transformed into a dragon, it was like pushing himself into a deeper abyss. Even though he was still stepping into the third blood violence, Lu Mingfei could feel that his current self was completely different from his past self.

When he completed the transformation just now, he felt as if some evil demon that roared at 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 spirit of words, because after using the third degree of blood violence, 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 was open to him. All the words 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 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 sequence list of words 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, it was cold and solemn, more like the devil in hell!

So even after Suserihime's brain was destroyed, and it was clear that he only needed to deal a few more strikes to completely destroy the ancient dragon, he still did not do it. So when he was waiting for the Yamata-no-Orochi, the incarnation of Susanoo, to emerge from the ground, he did not cancel this transformation, which was tantamount to depravity in the eyes of the academy but was extremely exhausting for him, because he was worried that the next third or even fourth degree blood burst of darkness would completely devour his sanity.

Humans have never reached the top of the ecological chain. When faced with dragon genes, human genes are as fragile as a small tree facing a raging forest fire.

“You call that technique 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. When Menek Cassel and my ancestors faced the first generation that attacked the manor, they used violent blood to severely injure the Dragon King."

"Lu Shanyan?"

"Yeah." Lu Mingfei nodded.

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

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

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

The sharp air raid sirens had been wailing for nearly ten minutes in the rain-covered city of Tokyo. The Iron Dome, the drainage system that Maruyama Construction had once been 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 allowed you to reach this point?"

"With great ability comes great responsibility." Lu Mingfei blurted out a bad remark at the right time.

The thunderous roar was getting closer, a huge breathing sound reminiscent of Kirkwood's 209 mph winds.

At this time, 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 looks like the hyphae of some kind of mold, but these hyphae can not only infect the soil and trees, but can even penetrate steel.

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

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

"It's useless. Neither fire nor bullets can harm such thin threads." Lu Mingfei took a deep puff of the cigarette in his hand, then threw the cigarette butt into the heavy rain.

He used the ancient alchemical knife named Jealousy to touch the filaments growing from the depths of the Red Well. The filaments made sharp whistles like living insects and snakes, and twisted to avoid the mirror-smooth blade.

These filaments are deadly to any form of living thing. They are highly corrosive. The inside of steel contaminated by them becomes as loose as a sponge, and trees die directly from the inside.

At this time, the Chishui River seemed to be boiling completely, and millions of water droplets were dancing on the water surface.

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

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

His heart began to beat fiercely in his chest like a war drum, and lust and jealousy awakened with a roar.

"You can't help me with anything from now on. Get ready to evacuate. This is between me and it," he said.

But the beheaded man looked around and sighed.

"I'm afraid it's too late," he said.

Lu Mingfei was stunned and looked around.

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

The Yamata no Orochi is not fighting alone, its offspring and legions are drilling through the earth and returning to the human world.

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

Keyhole.

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

　　
　
(End of this chapter)