Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

In order to avoid the prying eyes of the dragon awakened from the Nibelung, Lu Mingfei traveled deep into the dark clouds. The tide of elements rushed in all directions with every flap of his wings. Every collision between the tide of elements and the clouds produced a huge amount of high-energy particles. As a result, the purple lightning, which was far richer and more violent than in other areas, illuminated the gaps in the dark clouds with Lu Mingfei as the core, just like someone pouring glowing mercury into the depths of the earth veins.

Just now, Wa called Odin's realm "Asgard", which is the country where the gods live in the mythology system of the Scandinavian Peninsula and also the seat of Odin's throne.

But looking down from above, the so-called Asgard did not have the glory and openness of the God Realm at all, but was dark like the hell seen in Zhendan. The purple-white lightning was like a vine connecting the abyss and the clouds, and every drop of rain that fell from the dark clouds turned into a black shadow standing up from the accumulated water. It was hard to tell what the elevated road was. It was shrouded in a gray mist, and the street lamps on both sides emitted a hazy light. No matter from which direction and angle you looked, you couldn't see where it extended.

——The tide of heroic spirits had been completely awakened. The long-rotten bronze armor on their bodies collided with each other as they ran wildly, making a deafening roar. The flickering light in their pupils gathered together and surged like a mountain or a sea. More and more dragons rose from the abyss on both sides of the elevated road, spreading their huge wings and soaring above the heads of thousands of troops. The snake-like electric light in the clouds illuminated them and then disappeared immediately. The flickering shadows of dozens of meters long cast dozens or even hundreds of strange crosses.

The armed helicopters quickly climbed to a higher altitude, their engines running at an overloaded speed, raising their agility to an extremely dangerous threshold in a short period of time, and quickly engaged in a tangle with the dragons. The muzzles of the onboard machine guns had already been spinning to warm up, and before the fire and explosion of the air-to-air missiles hitting the target had dissipated, the bright muzzles were already spewing flickering flames, more than a meter long, like lightsabers stabbing forward.

A mass of white tangled threads quickly appeared in the sky. The chaotic white lines seemed like a painting created by a giant holding a pen in a frenzy. They were the tracks of missiles that had not yet dissipated. No matter how powerful the tracking systems of these missiles were, dragons were still dragons after all. Their flexibility was far beyond the reach of today's human creations. After the initial lack of information, which led to a small number of casualties, the ancient species immediately adjusted their tactics. They used strong winds to quickly change the trajectory of flight, and some would use high-temperature words to destroy the warheads of missiles and cause them to explode in the air. Therefore, missiles that rely on fragments, high temperatures, and shock waves to cause damage can hardly hit dragons head-on. Even if a small amount of fragments are launched into the gaps between the dragon's scales due to the missile explosion, they will be quickly expelled from the body due to the self-healing ability of this powerful creature.

Fortunately, with the country's industrial capacity, if the organization standing behind the orthodoxy and supporting their dragon-slaying operation is the government, even just a few days will be enough to produce mercury-core alchemical armor-piercing shells and blunt gold bullets that can support a large-scale battle.

At the same time, whether it is an armed helicopter or a tank, or the infantry combat unit following closely behind, their warheads carry special bombs that spray huge amounts of mercury vapor all around after detonation.

In Kassel Academy, every fight against the second generation has to pay a heavy price, sometimes even need to mobilize the entire military force of a small country, such as in 2004 in Gabon Republic, sniped a prince's title second generation dragon that was recovering its strength in a mine. The dragon had recovered most of its strength, and the Academy's strength in West Africa was simply difficult to fight. In the end, with the mediation of the Laurent family, they got the help of the president of the country. They besieged the dragon in the wilderness, using thirty light tanks, four howitzers, ten mortars and the entire presidential guard of people. Even so, after paying a huge price, they killed only a "reincarnation". The dragon moved his cocoon before dying, and he will come back again after a long time.

Therefore, the mission of the armed helicopter formation was not to kill these dragons, but to buy time for subsequent weapons to fight against them.

The armored clusters on the ground continued to occupy more positions under the cover of the slow-moving artillery fire. Dozens of 99A main battle tanks were lined up to form a wall of sighs, with more main battle tanks following closely behind. The powerful new blunt-angle wedge armor on the turrets, constrained ceramic third-generation composite armor and heavy double explosion-proof reactive armor could provide defense capabilities equivalent to that of a thousand-millimeter thick homogeneous steel plate when facing frontal fire and any form of attack.

To fight against this kind of thing, even if a heroic spirit managed to break through the blockade of artillery fire, it would be as powerless as an ant trying to shake a mountain.

The first to use the mercury vapor bomb were the armed helicopter formation. Not all the participants in this battle were half-bloods, most of them were fighters transferred from the army and signed a confidentiality agreement. Powerful spirits were impacting their spirits like a tide, and under multiple blows, this formation was losing ground in the battle with the dragons.

Ordinary human weapons can easily tear apart the defenses of heroes, but it is difficult to penetrate the scales with a faint golden glow on the surface.

At this time, the ancient species have already entered into a fight with the helicopter formation. The most difficult enemy has appeared, and there is nothing left to hold on to.

A sealed compressed mercury tank painted yellow, connected to a detonator and a blasting device, was launched in a parabola from the helicopter cabin and exploded in the air. The silvery-white mercury vapor quickly filled the air. The impact of the explosion scattered the falling raindrops. After a moment, the rain mixed with mercury vapor, which was heavier than air, fell like a waterfall. However, a large part of it remained in the sky, forming a silver curtain that was tens or hundreds of meters thick and tens or hundreds of meters high.

The first to be affected were the heroic spirits who had survived Xu Jin's artillery fire beneath the curtain. Their wind cloaks and hoods could not stop the spread of mercury. Mercury spots quickly and gradually appeared on their pale and dry skin. Their dark golden pupils went out at a speed visible to the naked eye, taking on the grayish color of death.

They probably had no sense of pain and did not utter a single wail until they died. They just raised their heads, with the silver skylight reflected in their grayish-white pupils.

Next came the ancient species that were tangling with the armed helicopter formations in the mercury vapor. Their roars turned from ferocious to painful, and finally to hoarseness, and pale mercury spots appeared on their cold iron-like scales.

Mercury has been the nemesis of dragons since ancient times, but small doses of mercury cannot cause fatal harm to them. It can only weaken their nerves and erode their scales.

The vehicle-mounted artillery unit that had reached the battle area received the order, and at the same time, the two air detachments that had been on alert suddenly joined the battlefield. They completely abandoned the stability and support nature of the armed helicopters, and all of their engines were overloaded. Like agile eagles, they entangled with three giant third-generation species that were completely covered by mercury vapor and whose scales were pierced by heavy machine guns and air-to-air missile fragments.

This was a dogfight unprecedented in the history of world air combat. It was a close-range air combat between carbon-based creatures and armed helicopters. The helicopter's alloy shell, painted gray and black, was cut by the dragon's claws and emitted dense sparks, which weaved into a net. In a moment, hundreds of kilograms of bombs were launched at the dragon's body, and dense sparks also flew on its scales.

As soon as the battle circle was formed, the rotor of an armed helicopter was torn apart by the thunder summoned by the dragon, and then the flames ignited the fuel tank, and it and the crew inside turned into a fireball that shattered in mid-air.

Dragons are the darlings of this world. They use rules ten or even a hundred times better than hybrids. Even the weakest ancient species have more words than the most powerful hybrids. For dragon slayers, the words they recite when the words are released are spells containing magic, but for dragons, the words are just hymns they sing.

Most dragons can use multiple words, such as Samson, the dragon servant of the Bronze and Fire King. The King's Flame is nothing more than a fiery breath to him, and the more dangerous Blue Thunder Purgatory is where the real murderous intent lies.

The dragons that have been sleeping in this land of Nibelung also have more than one word spirit. When faced with a formation of armed helicopters whose firepower is becoming increasingly fierce and is almost enough to suppress them, the ancient species have established a field of dust-free land around themselves and their companions.

The moment the domain opened, the number of bullets that had originally burst on the scales suddenly dropped sharply, and the dense sparks like a long river disappeared from the dragon's side. They roared, their snake-like slender necks stretched out, and their red-gold pupils burst out with anger that was almost condensed into substance. The high-pitched chanting echoed in all directions. Using the Word Spirit in such a high-intensity battle was a big burden even for them. They had to end the battle as soon as possible and return to the abyss to repair.

But they suddenly noticed something flying low over the heads of the armored fleet approaching from a distance.

They were three short-range missiles, fired by artillerymen who had taken up their positions.

The dragons suddenly realized what it was. Their learning ability was not weak to begin with, and they immediately encountered heavy firepower coverage from humans after returning to this world and suffered a lot. In this case, it is not difficult to imagine how amazing the power of that thing is.

The hastily summoned Dustless Land domain might be defeated.

After a while, all the people and the dragon heard the humming sound of the ramjet engine. Before the humming sound faded away, a huge fireball exploded in the air, covering the three ancient species and the five or six armed helicopters around them.

The battlefield seemed to be silent for a moment, and the dragons became even more angry, as if they were about to burn. Their scales opened and closed, making dense metal collision sounds, and then more fireballs were detonated in the air. Those were the mad second-generation species using extremely dangerous words to destroy their opponents in an instant.

At this time, two heavy armed helicopters that were obviously different from the others rushed out from the back of the formation. They first used 20mm machine guns to fire bursts, smashing the wings of the dragon that was still struggling after falling from the fireball. The fragile fan-shaped wing bones and scattered scales disintegrated in the air, like Christmas paper flowers reflecting colorful lights.

Then, heavy machine guns with a firing rate of up to 6000 rounds per minute extended from both sides of the cabin, firing a total of four death whips. These alchemical bullets connected in a line cut through the bodies of the tumbling dragons. Their scales had long been stripped by tens of thousands of fragments after the missile air burst. At this time, they were extremely weak and were torn into two by those bullets from the chest, waist, and long neck. The soft internal organs and tissues and organs kept sliding out of the dragon's broken chest and abdomen, like candies falling out of a box. Until they fell to the ground, they were completely dead.

The sacrifice of their comrades did not frighten these soldiers who were now acting as the vanguard to help the armored cluster advance deep into the Nibelungen. On the contrary, they were angry and hateful, and responded to the roar of the dragons with more intensive artillery fire.

But they were once the true masters of this world after all. Relying solely on armed helicopters could not completely contain the dragons that were still rising from the abyss. Exploding fireballs could be seen everywhere in the low sky under the dark gray rain curtain, and each fireball meant the death of a helicopter and a crew member.

This environment is not suitable for the deployment of the supersonic fighters currently in service, otherwise, with the means of the Lord Wa, she might be able to transfer the Flame Fang, which had just made its first successful flight in recent days, from the military. As a fourth-generation stealth fighter that competes with the F22, the performance and combat capability of the Flame Fang far exceeds that of Japan's conceptual machine, the Shinshin. The Shinshin alone can even fight with the arrogant White King Herzog for a while in Zero's hands. It is hard to imagine whether the second-generation species or even the third-generation species can perform their miracles like in ancient times when facing such a level of weapons.

The ancient dragons who had awakened from their slumber felt for the first time the oppression from the human industrial age. For every attack helicopter they destroyed using their words, two identical ones would join the battlefield. At the same time, the radar system from the artillery unit completely overwhelmed the monsters flying in the wind. The sickle-itachi grasped the direction of the battlefield after a brief loss of control. More and more short-range missiles flew over the top of the armored cluster with a piercing buzzing sound, and exploded on the battlefield high in the sky deep in the Nibelungen.

For this reason, high-level dragons had to spend more energy to create a dust-free area to prevent their companions from being cut into pieces by thousands of shrapnel.

At this time, Xu Jin's barrage of bullets had completely stopped. The army from reality had advanced to seven kilometers inside Nibelungen. Tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of heroes, whose armor and scales could withstand the frontal shots of small-caliber pistols, were like a black tide flowing from top to bottom, and were about to drown the postmodern army like a tsunami.

The wall of sighs formed by 99A main battle tanks was firing shells and machine guns in an orderly manner, but a large number of heroes were still rushing to the front of the position. At this time, soldiers carrying cans emerged from the gaps between the tanks, holding huge nozzles in their hands, and the nozzles spewed out flames several meters long.

After the flames, a stream of scorching air, before it could be suppressed by the heavy rain, advanced towards the infantry positions behind the armored cluster.

Some soldiers saw through the gaps that the asphalt road ahead had turned into a red inferno, with flames still leaping out from the cracks in the road.

In those dark red transparent flames, the charred and narrow figure was clearly visible, motionless, and swaying as if in water.

More intense artillery fire was fired at the front-line positions wave after wave, while the anti-aircraft artillery positions in the real world were advancing to the rear of the armored group at a speed of 20 kilometers per hour.

These steel monsters that can even overturn a Tiger tank with a single shot are the real killer against dragons.

There were hundreds of gun barrels standing in a row.

This would be the first time in history that the dragons were crushed to death on a frontal battlefield.

The premise is that the God struggling in the fierce light will not come when this war is still going on. (End of this chapter)