Volume 3 Hello, Eri Chapter 235: Burial Place of Gods (Part 2)
"So, if the dragon clan likes a person or a city, then it can actually be excluded from the list of destruction?" Lu Mingfei suddenly realized. It made the dragon clan sound like a willful child. She began to understand Norton, Samson, and even Jörmungandr. It's not that those dragons are exceptions among the dragon clan, but that very few people can become special to them. If you can get the heart of a dragon, perhaps you can get the dragon itself.
...This sounds just like the love view in a romance story! It turns out that the creatures that have been entangled with humans for thousands of years are actually such tsundere creatures? I always feel that the dragon race should be a beautiful girl with blonde hair and twin ponytails! She will say "Hmph, I don't like you" and then secretly look at you with her eyes and expect you to grab her hand!
The Trieste cruised above the ancient city, constantly taking pictures. Chu Zihang made quick sketches in his sketchbook, trying to depict the main structure of the entire city. This was the first time that humans discovered dragon relics of such a complete scale. They must bring back enough research data, which may very well decipher the group life and true habits of the ancient dragons.
"The city spreads out from the central square. The four main roads are the east, west, south and north. This shows that the city was built on the ground before and then sank into the water." Chu Zihang said, "The huge square shows that the dragon tribe often held grand religious activities."
"Why did the dragon clan build such a tall tower?" Lu Mingfei asked.
"The dragons are used to recording wars on columnar objects, because their dragon forms are very tall, and these objects are placed in the open air. If they win, they record their glory, and if they lose, they record their hatred." Caesar said, "Remember the Copper Column of the Sea? When we found those fragments, they were only the size of a book page, but according to Norma's restoration results, that thing was originally thousands of meters high, protruding directly from the seabed of the Greenland Sea to the sky, just like the Tower of Babel that can reach the sky. Ancient humans could not have such technology, only the alchemy of the dragons could do it."
The Trieste passed by the side of the tower. Only when it was so close did it realize that the sides of the tower were not completely smooth. Strange hieroglyphs were carved with incredible techniques to form the slope of the tower. Because they were so small, they looked like a whole from a distance.
The surface of the tower is metallic in texture. Although rust-like tiny shellfish and sediments cover most of the surface, there are still some places that are as bright as a mirror, so the tower reflects light strongly. If it had not acted as a signpost, the Trieste would not have discovered the city across the ridge and would still be wandering around the lava river over there.
"Please control the camera to point in different directions. Every second of the video you shoot is priceless. It will become our first-hand data for studying the history of the dragon clan. Activate the sulfur bomb after the shooting is completed. We can't waste too much time. This place gives me a weird feeling. I don't know how the city is so well preserved today. It feels like some kind of ghost lingering in the deep sea and cannot see the light." Yuan Zhisheng looked at the data reports constantly transmitted back on the display screen.
"A person with dragon blood actually believes in gods and ghosts?" Caesar was amused. He was a fearless person who believed that anything in the world was worth challenging. For example, Caesar once heard a rumor on the Internet that a soldier had to spend the first day with corpses, so he went to sleep in the morgue of the Gattuso family's hospital for a night. He didn't feel anything except that the quilt was too thin and it was a bit cold.
"It's reverence," Yuan Zhisheng corrected. "The Japanese believe that mountains have spirits, water has spirits, and everything has spirits. If you do something extreme, there will always be something that sees it, and the evildoers will eventually not escape the net of justice. "
"Oh, I agree with that. If people make mistakes and are not punished, who will believe in the glory of God?"
Caesar smiled and turned on the Trieste's sonar system. Water is an excellent medium for sound transmission. Humans may not be able to hear it, but sonar equipment can collect sound signals from all directions to capture the target. Since the technical strength of the equipment department can capture the heartbeat signal of the embryo on the sea surface, the sonar near the embryo should be easier to accurately locate the embryo.
"So many noises?" Caesar frowned as he looked at the hundreds of faintly lit ripples on the screen. "Regular sound waves can be found in every direction."
“It can’t be that there are dragon embryos everywhere around you, right?” Lu Mingfei felt terrified at the thought.
"If the dragons can mass-produce in this amount, we should have laid down our weapons and surrendered long ago. The speed at which you kill dragons cannot keep up with the speed at which the dragons produce. No one can stop them from dominating the world."
Caesar had no choice but to close his eyes, and the invisible sickle-weasel field was released, passing over the hull of the Trieste and entering the sea.
A group of sickle-weasels circled and danced in the sea water. Caesar was pleasantly surprised to find that the domain of the Word Spirit had expanded to an unprecedented level, even much higher than the time at Kuimen Reservoir. He could hear the sound of undercurrents, the sound of magma exploding and vaporizing, and the sound of ancient and silent bells. They were the chains and black bells hanging on the ancient buildings. They would still make sounds in the sea water, but they would be low-frequency beyond the normal human hearing range. Only after using the sickle-weasels could Caesar favor them.
The music composed of the rise and fall of thousands of bells is like a grand hymn. It is hard to imagine that the ancient dragon clan already had artistic pursuits thousands of years ago. They adjusted the size and internal structure of the bells to make them emit tones of different frequencies. When combined together, it becomes a magnificent hymn that is no less than the battle entry song.
Caesar was immersed in the music that belonged to the dragon clan. This might be the first time that human beings knew that the dragon clan also had a complete music. It was like the whole world was playing for him alone, which was more fascinating than the cheers of thousands of people.
His face suddenly changed. In this wave of sound, he heard a regular discordant sound, which made the performance flawed. Then there were hundreds of leaps and they danced along with the biggest discordant sound. The mysterious rhythm tore apart the performance of the bells. These sounds were disciplined but had no beauty, just like a village bully duck that broke in deliberately to cause trouble, quacking randomly.
"Caesar?" Chu Zihang noticed that something was wrong with Caesar's expression.
"Unfortunately, we were right." Caesar turned his head and looked into Chu Zihang's eyes. "What we found was not a dragon, but a dragon's lair."
The whole city shook violently, the sediments on the surface of the buildings were thrown off layer by layer, and the bells rang out in a headache-inducing rhythm, forcing Caesar to put the sickle-weasel's domain. Huge red dots lit up one after another on the sonar screen of the Trieste, each representing a heartbeat, and hundreds or even thousands of things were waking up, as if the things inside had heard Caesar's whispers. In order to prove to him that they had arrived in the realm of God, the city was slowly showing its original appearance.
Lu Mingfei gasped. She witnessed with her own eyes the long-dead city waking up and opening its bloody mouth. She and Yuan Zhisheng could also see the situation facing the Trieste on their screens. The equipment department had misjudged the intelligence. The huge heartbeat that could penetrate the sea water was not from a specific creature, but from countless dragon embryos maintaining the same heartbeat at a depth of ten thousand meters on the seabed.
"Should I call you a monster or a Gundam?" Caesar said, looking at the thing in front of him.
The Lenin has been sunk to the bottom of the sea for 20 years. During these 20 years, it has been buried by countless dust, dead seaweed and various sediments. Just like those ancient cities, it is impossible to see clearly where it is.
But there was no need to look for it now. The Lenin "stood" up in front of the searchlight of the Trieste. This 134-meter steel giant was covered with dark red tumors. The bloody flesh fibers spewed out large patches of red mist with every stirring of the sea water. Things like tentacles that were hundreds of meters long were like octopuses that were tightly entangled with the Lenin. Each tentacle had sharp serrated cuts and mouthparts similar to muscle tissue. These tentacles were inserted into the steel bones of the Lenin. The bloody meridians seemed to have grown out of these metals, covering every part of the ship.
It was visible to the naked eye that the middle section of the Lenin was torn in half by some violent explosion below the waterline, which was most likely the reason why it sank in the first place. But now the ship was forcibly linked together by tumors and blood vessels. At first glance, it looked like an executioner on his first day of battle who failed to chop off the prisoner's head in one go. The tissues connected in the middle exuded a bloody horror.
It was these overflowing blood vessels that formed the tumors and tentacles, and it was also them that lifted the Lenin out of the ruins and stood upright at a nearly vertical angle not far in front of the Trieste. In front of such a thing, the Trieste was as small as a small toy model. A large number of tumors supported the Lenin's lower body. One can imagine how powerful those blood vessels and tumors were, able to support a giant object weighing tens of thousands of tons under the tremendous pressure in the deep sea. Those flesh and blood turned the Lenin into a living zombie, and the black blood with strings of blood squirmed and dragged the Lenin on the seabed. The huge noise was like the footsteps of a giant. Although it was pitifully slow, it was indeed able to move.
But the Lenin could not go far, the dirty and twisted flesh bound it, making it a part of the ancient city, extracting its blood to offer to the entire city. This scene looked like some kind of bloody ritual, like the black magic in medieval legends, twisted, unimaginable creations mixed together in a weird way, the dragon blood flowing out of the Lenin was forced to irrigate the ancient city, and what was really awakening was not the Lenin, but something deeper .
What kind of thing needs to be sacrificed with the blood of an ancient dragon? Dragon blood would probably breed a devil more terrifying than a dragon!
"Is this a show of strength to us? Is this embryo alive and can think?" Caesar was also stunned. He was not afraid of such a thing, but he thought of a puppet show. The embryo they were about to destroy seemed to be controlling the Lenin. Judging from its actions just now, it seemed like it was planning to use such a heavy object to directly kill the Trieste, but some kind of resistance force offset this idea.
"No, it's not an attack, it's a wrestling match!" Chu Zihang pointed at the porthole and said loudly, "Look at the bubbles generated around those blood vessels! The Lenin wants to escape from this place, but those blood vessels are pulling it back. They won't allow the Lenin to leave the city!"
Caesar watched for a while and he had to admit that Chu Zihang might be right, because new granulations kept extending from the broken buildings in the ancient city and piercing into the deck or hull of the Lenin to strengthen its control. At the beginning, the Lenin could get a little closer to the position of the Trieste, but now it could not move forward even a step and could only be forcibly pulled back to its original dormant place by those hemangiomas.
"Is the Lenin... asking us for help?" Lu Mingfei whispered.
This scene was so miserable that it was unbearable. What was even more strange was that the protagonist was not a beautiful girl being played with by the tentacles, but a huge steel ship. But even with such a thing, Lu Mingfei still felt very uncomfortable watching it. It seemed that something in that ship had been resisting the fate of being used as a sacrifice for more than 20 years, but it had failed too many times, so it had to surrender humiliatingly. But when the light of the Trieste pierced the silence of the deep sea, it was like hope descending into the abyss. The Lenin broke free from its restraints for a short time with its own will and sent a distress signal to the Trieste.
"It seems that the cargo on the Lenin was indeed an embryo, and the embryo transformed the steel into a part of itself." Yuan Zhisheng stared at the big screen, "I think I have found the reason why the Lenin sank. Someone deliberately used this embryo as a sacrifice to something that had been buried here for a long time. That thing would only be a devil more terrifying than a Tyrannosaurus Rex! Caesar! Release the sulfur bomb!"
The cold light was directed at Yuan Zhisheng. His intuition over the years made him retreat suddenly, but the opponent's target was not him, but the data cable of his headset.
"There's a problem with the logistics. Professor Schneider can't be contacted. Don't drop the bomb yet. Wait a moment, boss. " Lu Mingfei instructed into the headset and casually threw the communication data cable that had been cut into several pieces on the machine to her feet.
"What do you mean?" Yuan Zhisheng looked at the knife in Lu Mingfei's hand. The knife was very special. It seemed to be completely transparent. There was no record of what weapon Lu Mingfei used in the headquarters' data, only that she was very good at shooting.
