I made up myths in America

Chapter 128 Battle for the Talisman

As Smaug uttered those words, the black sun in the sky, radiating an eerie suction force, accelerated its descent.

The soldiers of the Third Fleet below first felt the light and heat, and then they felt nothing at all.

There was neither an explosion nor a flash of light. It was like a small black hole. The entire Third Fleet and the surrounding thousands of tons of seawater were sucked into this eerie, dark circle and fell into the sea with it.

"Boom! Boom! Rumble—"

A series of muffled sounds emanated from beneath the sea surface, as if the world had turned upside down. The seawater instantly transformed into dark, swirling clouds, churning and rolling clockwise. A powerful suction force was generated in the central area, forming a giant whirlpool near Iceland, with rolling waves and surging tides filling the view.

A hush fell over the meeting room in the Houses of Parliament.

Prime Minister Rishi Sunak's face paled three shades, approaching the complexion of a Brahmin.

The cabinet ministers sitting on either side of him were secretly relieved. Fortunately, their country's two antique aircraft carriers, the HMS Queen Elizabeth and the HMS Prince of Wales, were unable to travel with the US Third Fleet due to some problems with their propulsion systems and were still in the dock for repairs.

See, this saves money, doesn't it?

The United States lost an entire aircraft carrier fleet, while they did not suffer any losses. With this shift in power, doesn't it mean that their national strength has increased?
“Roar, roar, roar!!”

And just as these officials chose to amuse themselves in this way.

Over the Norwegian Sea, Smaug, having dealt with these two-legged creatures, triumphantly shook his head and decided to find a place with plenty of gold to sleep in; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to sleep soundly.

So, the next second, under the watchful eyes of these British officials who sensed something was wrong, Smaug flapped his dragon wings and accelerated southward toward London.

Prime Minister Rishi Sunak: “???”

King Charles: "???"

Londoners watching the commercial satellite broadcast: "???"

Spicy balls!

"Beep! Beep beep!!"

Almost immediately, the highest level of air raid sirens sounded over London.

Regardless of what they were doing before, people quickly put on clothes, or didn't wear any, as long as they could get into London's underground air-raid shelters as soon as possible.

Having been bombed extensively by the German Luftwaffe during World War II, Britain did a good job in constructing air-raid shelters.

Although most of them were built during World War II and were simply modified for use, this does not affect their overall safety.

The relatively low death toll in this extraordinary disaster caused by Dior is also related to the fact that London has numerous underground air-raid shelters.

At this moment, at an astonishing speed exceeding Mach 3 in Smaug, Londoners raced against time, rushing to the nearest underground air-raid shelter.

Twenty minutes later, when Smaug's enormous figure appeared in the sky above London, everyone was so tense that they dared not breathe. They watched cautiously as the dragon flapped its wings and surveyed the sky for a moment before its gaze fell on the Bank of England in the financial district. It then spewed out a large mouthful of dragon fire, burning a huge hole in the vault of the Bank of England, one of the oldest and most heavily guarded vaults in the world.

It then ignored the piles of banknotes that would drive ordinary people crazy and contentedly lay down on the mountain of gold in the vault.

In addition to its own gold reserves, the Bank of England also stores gold for the central banks of more than 30 countries and the International Monetary Fund, with gold reserves totaling more than 8,000 tons.

That's enough to lay a thick layer on the ground, serving as a mattress for Smaug's enormous dragon body, which is over 140 meters long.

King Charles, who was also in the underground bunker, breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this, thankful that things hadn't gotten much worse. Although, well, that was pretty much the case now.

Leaving aside the more than £600 billion worth of gold reserves in the Bank of England's vaults...
The mere fact that the dragon Smaug chose London as its sleeping place ruined much of Britain's economy.

This is even more serious than what Dior did to them in London.

"Heaven has forsaken my Great Britain!"

Thinking of this, the old King Charles, who had been severely sleep-deprived these past few days, felt a little uneasy again.

He clutched his chest, let out a long sigh, and turned to ask his trusted aide, "Has Emma not woken up yet?"

"No, Your Majesty, Miss Emma is still asleep on that oak tree; our people can't even get close."

The royal butler, dressed in an old-fashioned British style, shook his head. To prevent the king from being overwhelmed by the pressure, he reported some good news.

"But the cabinet has come up with a solution. After analyzing the satellite images of Smaug's battle with the U.S. Third Fleet frame by frame, they discovered another talisman near Smaug's throat—a dragon talisman. And that talisman was glowing just as Smaug destroyed the Third Fleet."

"Based on this, Detective Mr. Rocks put forward a startling conjecture. He believed that since, according to the intelligence we obtained from our exchanges with the United States, each zodiac charm possesses special magic, perhaps Smaug's main power comes from the dragon charm."

So, they want to...

Charles understood, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he took the tablet from the butler.

The BPRD agents above have already begun implementing the cabinet's plan.

Hundreds of sheep, injected with large amounts of anesthetic drugs, were carefully transported by BPRD agents to the vicinity of the breached underground vault of the Bank of England. Some were alive, and some were dead, making up about half of the sheep.

Smaug, who was not quite asleep, opened one eye, glanced at them, and knew that these lowly humans had served him food.

After it sniffed lightly with its nostrils, it opened its blood-red mouth and chose to eat the cooked food.

"YES, the first step of our plan has been successful."

In the basement of the Natural History Museum in London, BPRD agents saw this scene and excitedly pumped their fists.

Major General Patrik, who was in charge of BPRD, even ordered his Norwegian-speaking subordinates to send over more roasted whole lambs with added ingredients.

One batch, two batches, three batches.

After eating food with unknown amounts of added ingredients, Smaug finally felt sleepy, lay down on the gold in the vault, closed his eyes, and fell fast asleep.

"call"

Upon seeing this, Major General Patrik took a deep breath, knowing that the most crucial moment had arrived.

He looked at Brad, who had changed into the lightest shoes so he wouldn't make a sound, and nodded, saying, "It's up to you now."

"I'll try my best."

Looking at the giant dragon on the screen, which ordinary people couldn't even get close to, would be stunned by its power.
Brad, with a bitter expression, took the sharp alloy longsword handed to him by the BPRD agent beside him, and could only hope that his ancestor Gawain would bless him.

(End of this chapter)