Volume Dragon: Start by obtaining the Infinity Gems

Chapter 315 Fear
The air filtration system in the building's underground bunker made a sickly humming sound, and Admiral William Crawford dropped his coffee cup to the ground without noticing. The thermal imaging images on the holographic projection were refreshing the understanding of human weapon history - the core temperature of the Yangyan bomb was fixed at 90 million degrees Celsius, which was 27 times the core temperature of the Hiroshima atomic bomb.

"This is impossible." Technician Davis' voice was like a rooster being strangled. "Seven of our sensors were burned out in ten microseconds."

Margaret Tilden dug her nails deep into the edge of the oak table, and the pen she had used to sign the Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty three days ago slipped from her trembling fingers. In the surveillance video, the three-kilometer-diameter glass plain was refracting a rainbow spectrum, and each facet was as precise as a Swiss watch part.

For the first time, humans on Earth witnessed what magic could do with the blessing of such a high-dimensional power as divinity.

The divinity of the Sun God and the Sun Explosion produced a wonderful chemical reaction, sublimating this spell to an almost impossible level.

Even Nemesis himself was frightened by the power of the spell. This spell had definitely reached the level of a legendary spell, and its power was truly astonishingly terrifying.

"Gentlemen," said CIA Director Robert Kane, removing his fogged glasses, "we have just witnessed a release of energy from the surface of the sun for one tenth of a second."

His fingertips slid across the tablet and pulled up the comparative data: "The equivalent is three times that of the Tsar Bomb, but there is no radioactive fallout, no shock wave contamination"

Crawford suddenly stabbed the electronic screen with a tactical dagger, sparks flying as the blade passed through the simulated image of the glass plain.

"So what?" He roared, making the bulletproof glass buzz. "This beast always has to sleep! Order the 7th Fleet to take the Ticonderoga-class cruiser's

"General!" the technical director suddenly screamed and brought up a new screen. It showed the results of the detection of the energy contained in the dragon's body.

"According to calculations, the energy source in the dragon's body has hardly decreased after releasing this attack. Preliminary predictions show that the opponent can release the same explosion at least 200 times before the energy that maintains life characteristics is affected."

The war room fell into silence. Kane's Adam's apple rolled up and down three times before he squeezed out a voice: "This means it can launch such attacks twice a minute for two hours."

Margaret suddenly grabbed a pen and scribbled a calculation on the back of a photocopy of the Declaration of Independence: "Two hours would be enough to plow North America into a chessboard."

"Stop all attacks immediately!" Deputy National Security Advisor Howard kicked over a chair. "Our nuclear arsenal is nothing but children's firecrackers in front of it!"

Crawford pulled out his pistol and slammed it on the table. The carved barrel of the Colt Python reflected his distorted face. "Retreat? Wait for that monster to turn the Stars and Stripes into its foot cloth?"

Even as they were arguing, the remaining troops continued to rush towards the dragon, but met with a similar end.

The giant dragon above the desert cursed like a god. Five force field fingers emerged from the sandstorm, emitting light golden ripples and suddenly rising from the ground, like the skeleton of an ancient giant beast immersed in amber.

The moment the eight-ring transmutation spell [Bigby's Diamond Fist] gripped the group of armored vehicles, Sergeant Tom heard the whine of metal fatigue - sixteen Bradley infantry fighting vehicles were like tinfoil toys squashed by children, with their gun barrels twisted into the shape of Gothic pointed arches.

The thousand-meter-high force field suddenly stretched out, and the steel debris reassembled at an altitude of three hundred meters. Melted armor droplets fell into metal stalactites. The body of a loader was shaped into a funny puppet by the force field, with charred limbs tap dancing until the head exploded into fireworks in the high temperature.

Then, another spell was cast, and the eight-ring enchantment spell [Madness Badge] appeared silently in the air. When the scroll dragon's wing membrane expanded in the stratosphere, a blood-red rune with a diameter of two kilometers appeared in the sky above the Mojave Desert.

It was the [Holy Emblem of Madness] written in the language of the Abyss, with a strange scarlet glow leaping at the turning point of each stroke.

As the Apaches of the 101st Airborne Division approached, the rune suddenly split into seventy-two inverted crosses, which were driven like tombstones into the optical sights of each helicopter.

The pilot "Cowboy"'s breath formed a white mist in the anti-gravity suit. He just locked onto the root of the dragon wing when the helmet display was suddenly stained with blood. The friendly army logo on the HUD interface was twisted into a tentacle monster totem, and the wingman pilot's crazy scream came over the radio: "Jesus! The leader has turned into a flesh helicopter!"

Jim Carter, the pilot codenamed "Viper 1", saw a different picture of hell: all the Apache's rotors turned into bloody sickles, and the missile racks were crawling with compound-eyed insects. When he pressed the cannon button, the 30mm depleted uranium armor-piercing shells turned into a locust storm on his retina.

"Eliminate the infected!" Jim screamed into his headset, and the ammunition chain tore the right wingman into burning wreckage. When the downed pilot ejected from the cockpit, the parachute turned into a reverse world vine in his eyes, so the veteran who participated in the Gulf War pulled out a survival knife to cut the parachute rope and smashed into the desert like a human cannonball.

The Pentagon's monitoring screen was suddenly flooded with blood-red codes. When technician Davis retrieved the brain wave monitoring data, he found that all the pilots' alpha and theta waves were completely synchronized, as if they were bound by invisible neural chains. In a recording on a certain encrypted channel, twelve different voices were reciting the death chapter of the Epic of Gilgamesh in ancient Sumerian.

"Their amygdala activity is amplified seventeen times," the biological weapons consultant's voice trembled, "which is equivalent to being in a state of extreme fear, but the prefrontal cortex shows... ecstasy?"

The holographic projection suddenly switched to a cockpit view. Margaret Tilden saw her own reflection appear in the center of the Holy Symbol of Madness, and her eyeballs were replaced by a spinning twenty-sided die, each side of which was engraved with the number of the fallen soldier.

“Ah!!! Ah!!!!!!”

Tilden fell to the ground with a scream, digging her eye sockets with her sharp nails. While others tried to control her, she had already dug out her two eyeballs!

The two dark bloody holes stared at everyone creepily, sitting motionless on the ground and grinning foolishly.

Seeing that just seeing the rune through the screen had caused such a horrific effect, the rest of the people immediately yelled at them to shut down the communication.

But it was too late. Many staff members in the command room had gone mad and dug out their own eyeballs.

Director Kane used trembling fingers to call up the comparative data: "This is two thousand times more effective than our latest MK-84 nerve gas." The holographic chart showed that the impact radius of the Mad Holy Symbol reached an astonishing twelve kilometers, far exceeding the shock wave range of the B61 nuclear bomb.

The Admiral roared, "Cease all visual contact immediately! That thing can spread madness through optical sensors!"

There was silence in the command room, and an emotion spread silently among everyone.

fear.

(End of this chapter)