I made up myths in America

Chapter 127 I am the Great Cataclysm

In the UK Office for National Statistics.

After nearly a week of hard work, they have finally compiled preliminary statistics on the population and economic losses caused by the Dior incident.

The deaths and injuries of more than 13,000 people and the economic losses exceeding three years' worth of London's GDP shocked all the staff at the Office for National Statistics.

But after they released this data, this major news, which would normally cause a huge uproar in Britain and even the entire Western world, received little attention.

All the media reporters' attention was focused on Iceland.

This small Nordic country with a population of less than 400,000 has now completely transformed into something else entirely.

For seven consecutive days, volcanic ash erupted, turning Icelanders' proud azure sky into a dark, iron-gray. Most people had already been evacuated, leaving only an empty island.

And in this apocalyptic scene.

Without the need for Britain and the United States to lure the dragon out of the volcano, Smaug flew out on its own and plunged into the Central Bank of Iceland. Looking at the meager amount of gold there, it blew a burst of flame from its nostrils in great dissatisfaction, then flapped its wings again and soared into the sky, flying to the seaside and grabbing a military helicopter that was scouting nearby.

Click, click——

The Apache helicopter, made of high-strength alloy steel, was being squeezed and deformed bit by bit under Smaug's tightening claws, as if it were a shoddy construction project.

The American pilot inside the helicopter was knocked unconscious the moment Smaug appeared, overwhelmed by the overwhelming dragon aura emanating from it.

But not long after, he was awakened by the pain again.

Smaug roughly gripped him with his right claws, lifting him to a position before his eyes. His golden, vertical pupils radiated a terrifying majesty, and his voice was incredibly violent as he spoke:
“You damned humans, how dare you steal my gold while the great Smaug is asleep.”

"what???"

The poor American driver couldn't even understand what it was saying. He was stunned again by the thunderous sound, and then woke up by even greater pain. He was numb and his mind was blank.

However, the walkie-talkie on his person, which was still on, stubbornly fulfilled its duty, transmitting the conversation to the Third Atlantic Fleet, which had already reached the waters near Iceland.

For a moment, everyone in the operations room, including Third Fleet Commander John Wade, looked at each other in bewilderment, wondering what kind of language the dragon was speaking.

Fortunately, after the audio was transmitted to the Pentagon in Washington, linguists quickly provided them with an explanation.

"This is Proto-Norse, an ancient language used in Northern Europe long ago, the precursor to Old Norse. Over time, it has evolved into two branches: the eastern branch developed into Swedish and Danish, while the western branch evolved into Norwegian, Icelandic, and Faroese."

"stop."

Commander John Wade was completely baffled and raised his hand, saying, "I just want to know what they just said."

"It must be saying, 'Damn humans, how dare you steal the gold of the great dragon Smaug?'"

"Huh, we didn't do that either?!"

Just as the officers on the Third Fleet were somewhat bewildered.

Smaug plunged a thick, black fingernail into the unfortunate driver's head and stirred it around a few times.

Seemingly sensing some memory from his mind, his golden vertical pupils revealed a furious expression as he locked his gaze on the human fleet in the distance that dared to be so reckless as to plot against him.

“Roar, roar, roar!!”

Without the slightest hesitation, he flapped his massive dragon wings, creating a terrifying sonic boom in the sky, and flew towards the sea area where the Third Fleet was located at a speed faster than a missile. "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

On the Third Fleet of the Atlantic, many naval soldiers who were seeing dragons, mythical creatures for the first time and were somewhat dazed suddenly snapped back to reality.

In the operations command center, John Wade took a deep breath and immediately issued operational orders.

Before long, the air defense missile system of the third carrier fleet locked onto the huge dragon shadow in the sky and launched hundreds of air defense missiles at once.

Under the expectant gazes of the soldiers, these anti-aircraft missiles were fired in dense volleys at the giant dragon flying towards them from the sky.

But before they could even get within a hundred meters of Smaug, they encountered an invisible force field that caused them to explode in mid-air.

"Damn!!"

John Wade looked extremely grim upon seeing this, but he was not completely discouraged. He placed his hands on the table, his eyes still fixed on the screen in the command room.

At this time, dozens of Super Hornet fighter jets, the main carrier-based fighter jets on the aircraft carrier, had already taken off, each carrying a tactical nuclear bomb.

This is the source of the United States' confidence in accepting the invitation to participate in Britain's dragon-slaying plan.

After all, even the High Priest Imhotep, who displayed catastrophic destructive power in San Diego, USA, was wary of their nuclear weapons and had to resort to threats to prevent them from launching them.

And now.
It's just a dragon; they don't believe it's stronger than High Priest Imhotep.

This isn't the US mainland; most of Iceland's residents were evacuated long ago.

"Three, two, one, fire!!"

Instantly, under the tense gazes of countless people watching this battle, accompanied by earth-shattering explosions, more than a dozen terrifying mushroom clouds appeared in the sky, completely engulfing the figure of the dragon Smaug.

"Did you make it?!"

Inside the Houses of Parliament, all of Britain's top officials, including Prime Minister Rishi Sunak, were glued to the satellite images on their screens.

In the dazzling light and heat, they couldn't see whether the dragon Smaug was dead or not.

But at that moment, the naval soldiers on the Third Fleet suddenly changed their expressions. They simultaneously heard a deep voice in the sky reciting an ancient and solemn unfamiliar language.

In an instant, people within a radius of dozens of nautical miles noticed that something seemed to have changed.

The surrounding temperature was rising at an alarming rate. The intense heat and flames released by the tactical nuclear missiles that had just exploded in the sky were rapidly converging towards the center of the explosion. Soon, to everyone's disbelief, Smaug appeared unharmed before them.

It grinned, its face covered in large scales, a cruel yet triumphant smile on its lips. An inch below its throat, an octagonal stone engraved with a dragon pattern gleamed.

Behind its enormous outstretched wings appeared a large circle, like a black sun.

The large circle itself was pitch black and without light, yet it absorbed all the light and heat around it.

Furthermore, the surrounding area was dark red with flames symbolizing energy rising and falling, resembling a solar corona.

"Oh, God."

Amidst the near-dumbfounded gazes of the Third Fleet soldiers, Smaug looked contemptuously at the tiny insects below, manipulating the enormous black sun, filled with an aura of destruction, to slowly descend, proclaiming their impending doom in a voice as majestic as a god:
"I am the Cataclysm, mankind! Tremble and grovel beneath the wings of the great dragon Smaug."

(End of this chapter)