Chapter 421 Dragon
Beneath the surface, something so enormous it was terrifying was struggling frantically, causing the water to churn violently as if it were boiling. The ice was constantly being torn apart, but it was quickly covered by thicker, sharper ice spikes.
This noise was definitely not that of an ordinary large fish or sea monster, drawing cheers of delight from the fishermen and mercenaries. It was a painful, silent scream that was enough to terrify any creature, as if it was about to explode from the depths of the sea.
The soldiers, except for the civilian army, ignored the enemies in front of them and walked over the layers of people dyed black and red by blood and fire, looking back at the sea in horror and confusion.
They heard nothing.
The light of the sonic array became brighter and brighter, and the ice spikes that kept collapsing and reorganizing on the sea surface seemed to be finally unable to bear a certain burden. With a roar full of painful mania, irrational and brutal killing intent, the pale giant beast hidden deep in the trench finally broke out of the sea!
"roar--!!"
The sound was so terrifying that it instantly drowned out the shouts, the clashing of weapons, and the roar of artillery shells on the battlefield, even drowning out the crash of waves against the cliffs and the crackling of ice. Soldiers nearby could not help but cover their ears, their blood flowing uncontrollably.
"My God of Light..."
A soldier from the royal city stared at the scene in front of him in a daze, his face pale, and he subconsciously made the sign of a cross on his chest.
As the waters fell like a torrential downpour, a full-grown dragon, three or four times larger than Windrunner, emerged from the surface of Breakwater Bay. Its massive body was covered in thick, bone-white scales, their rough edges gleaming with a sharp, cold light under the gloomy sky.
Its skull was hideous and ancient, reminding the professor of the skulls of Cretaceous creatures he had seen in museums. However, this wasn't a specimen that had lain dormant for tens of millions of years; it was a living, breathing beast.
——Ice dragon, White Nightmare.
Huge crown-like horns extended backward from both sides of the dragon's skull, and its thick snout was covered with sharp teeth. At this moment, it was open ferociously due to extreme pain and anger, revealing its bottomless throat, in which a heart-pounding ominous white mist was brewing.
It was obviously completely enraged by the sound that was invisible and intangible, but was always roaring in its internal organs.
Invisible sound waves, like countless fine steel needles, continuously penetrated the dragon's central nervous system, which was far more complex and sensitive than that of ordinary creatures, churning its brain and crushing its internal organs. The dragon, already suffering from years of "restraint" and torture by the Great Shaman of Ferros, had lost its sanity to a minimum, and at this moment, it was driven to the brink of madness.
The dragon's massive body tumbled wildly in the water, attempting to escape the invisible attacks from all directions. Its steel-hard scales collided and rubbed against the rocks on the seabed and the ice on the surface, sending out dazzling sparks that stunned the surrounding crowd.
Even the common people couldn't help but swallow their saliva. You have to know that a dragon's magic resistance is several times stronger than that of a thick-skinned camel. Ordinary attacks are barely a tickle against its scales. But this insignificant "sound," which no one can even hear, can actually have such a terrifying effect...
Many people couldn't help but look at the expressionless Mr. Ghost with awe, even horror. This pale, thin young man had created such a terrifying weapon—even a powerful dragon could be so powerful... What if such a large-scale sonic weapon was used against humans?
Soon, Bai Yemeng found that all the irrational collisions and tumbling were just futile struggles. The extreme pain turned into extreme rage, and then into a manic killing intent that did not distinguish between friend and foe.
It suddenly raised its huge head, and its irrational white pupils suddenly contracted, locking onto the dense, noisy, and life-giving ants on the coast. There were Ferros soldiers, the Royal City Army, and a small number of the People's Army who had not yet evacuated.
Everyone could feel the air temperature dropping rapidly. The soldiers near the coast were horrified to find that a thick layer of frost was forming on the surface of their armor and weapons at a speed visible to the naked eye. The pool of blood under their feet and the shallow sea water farther away were frozen solid almost instantly.
The experienced Ferros general roared loudly: "Run! It's going to spit out dragon breath!"
But it was too late.
The next second, a destructive icy fog took the shape of a massive fan and swept toward the coastline. Everything it touched froze instantly. A Ferros man, facing the sea, roaring and raising his battle axe high at the icy Scourge, was frozen into an ice sculpture along with his weapon. The next second, he was completely crushed by the frozen waves that continued to advance inland at a terrifying speed.
Several soldiers from the royal city near the coastline were running hard, firmly trapped in the deep ice. As huge ice spikes continued to grow, they rose from the ground, and the vivid fear and despair on their faces were completely frozen in mid-air.
White Nightmare roared and tried to approach the shore. Even though it had lost all rationality, its animal instinct still urged it to leave the sea that caused it so much pain and hunt down every living thing it saw.
However, the strange sound waves did not allow it to get too close to the coast. Whenever it tried to rush to the land, the invisible and intangible terrible pain that penetrated deep into its soul would suddenly intensify, like countless red-hot irons, forcing it to retreat back into the sea with a roar and wail, relying on frantically creating ice and spitting dragon breath towards the coast to relieve the torture that was causing it to collapse.
In a discreet corner of the reef, Analene, the goddess of lust, possessed the priestess, biting her lip anxiously. Beside her was a middle-aged man dressed like a high-ranking general of Ferros. The seal of the sea god gleamed between his brows, and his expression was gloomy, as if ready to kill. It was none other than Odileus, the sea god who had similarly descended upon his followers.
This was not in line with the plan. According to the pre-planned plan, this mad and uncontrolled beast would rush onto the shore and start a killing spree, forcing the God of Resistance and Change to take action. At the same time, the Sea God Odile would also take advantage of this opportunity to raise a huge wave to attack the people.
Then came the betrayal and betrayal drama, Analene's favorite—but now the foolish giant lizard was just circling in the sea, like a donkey being whipped by an invisible whip. Besides causing enormous trouble to the people of Feroth and the Royal City Army with its incompetent rage, it hadn't endangered the core of the People's Army at all, let alone forced out the powerful new god!
"Look at what you've done, Analene!" Odile's voice boomed like thunder in Analene's "mind." "Is this what you call a 'reliable helper'? He did come up with some novel gadgets to trick the dragon into running around - but what good is that?! It just stays in the sea!"
"Don't be so anxious, dear Odileus." Although he was also immersed in anxiety and rage, cursing the damned alien countless times, the God of Love still smiled and scolded him, and used his fingers to draw ambiguous circles on the sea god's chest: "The fun has just begun, of course the sweetest fruits must be saved for the end~"
"Stop talking nonsense." The Sea God impatiently pushed the slender hand away. The possessed general's face twitched uncontrollably. "The sea tells me that the dragon is almost dead. I'm afraid even a stronger saint would have trouble dealing with it now. How can it restrain a god in this state, even for a moment?"
"My dear, you seem to have forgotten something." Analene smiled inscrutablely and reminded her cunningly, "This place is very close to the sea, very close—and your new believers are nearby."
"Dear Ocean God Odres, respected Lord of the Tides, Shepherd of the Raging Waves and the Abyss..." Her voice was sweet and melodious, carrying an incitement and temptation that ordinary people could hardly resist. "So why not create an 'unexpected' tsunami, allowing these humans who haven't faced a god in hundreds of years to witness the power of the ancient ocean? Think about it, in the rage of the sea, how could the new god sit idly by and watch his beloved humans be crushed by your anger? He will definitely appear! Then..."
But the sea god interrupted her with a cold smile: "What a calculation, Analene."
The Goddess of Love suddenly felt a sinking feeling in her heart, and almost thought that the other party had seen through her plan.
"Coming into the world without a 'ritual' has already consumed a great deal of our strength, and we're still going to cause a tsunami in the real world?" The sea god scolded her angrily, "Why didn't you call that beast to shore yourself? Isn't your philosophy good at this kind of thing?!"
Analene: "..."
She was startled, and she thought disdainfully that she had overestimated this rude man. But on the surface, the God of Love still showed a weak and innocent look.
"Dear Odileus, do you think I don't want to?" Analene said pitifully, "But I only have one soul now. To gain the trust of those in the other world, I have been descending frequently recently. Do you think I still have the energy to control a dragon?"
Seeing the Sea God's gloomy face but silent, she continued to try to persuade him, "Besides, you still need me. Zephir wouldn't want to see me die here. Who knows what terrible changes this will bring to the abyss?"
...It would be best if the sea god Odile died, and then a terrible huge crack would appear in the abyss just like when Samuel, the god of night and death, died. Analene was secretly looking forward to it with evil in her heart.
She was just a soul, and if she stayed in the mortal world, she wouldn't be afraid at all. But Zephir, who was in the abyss, was in dire straits—who had let the arrogant and cold God of Light and Glory push them out to serve him, while he himself wanted to hide away and reap the benefits? She, Analene, was determined to be the god who had the last laugh!
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