I made up myths in America

Chapter 129 Li Wuyue

Financial Street, Bank of England.

One of London’s most bustling areas was now eerily quiet except for Smaug’s thunderous, muffled snoring.

Brad, holding the sharp longsword he used to pry off the dragon talisman, tiptoed into the bank's underground vault, so nervous he barely dared to breathe.

Seeing a giant dragon that is over 140 meters long on a screen is a completely different experience from seeing it face to face.

Even the oppressive aura emanating from Smaug would have rendered him immobile if he weren't no longer an ordinary person.

"May our ancestors, Gao Wen, protect us! May our ancestors, Gao Wen, protect us!"

Brad silently repeated the command three times in his mind, then tiptoed carefully around to Smaug's head.

Then he immediately ran into a problem.

Because Smaug slept on gold.

The dragon talisman below his throat, which was terrifyingly small compared to his enormous size, was completely obscured.

Brad brandished the sword in his hand for a few moments, but found himself completely at a loss.

The fact that the underground vault's security cameras weren't completely damaged made the British high-ranking officials quite anxious when they saw this.

Fortunately, at that moment, Smaug suddenly rolled over, and the gold bars beneath him tumbled down.

"good chance!!"

Brad's eyes lit up at the sight, and he quickly seized the opportunity, carefully inserting the tip of his alloy longsword into the gaps in the scales near the dragon rune, and prying it open with force.

Well, we couldn't get it to budge.

Instead, Smaug seemed to feel a little itchy. In his sleep, he raised his paw and scratched his neck, then turned over and continued sleeping.

"call"

Brad, who almost thought he had been discovered, didn't dare to breathe and lay motionless on the ground. After a long while, he finally got another chance for Smaug to turn the tables.

This time, he learned from his previous mistake and used more force.

Bang! !

With the crisp sound of the sword tip snapping, the muffled, thunderous snoring in the vault suddenly ceased.

Smaug's enormous golden vertical pupils opened at that moment, and he saw the human standing right next to his head, sneaking around trying to steal the talisman.

"You wretched insects, I'm going to burn you all to death!!"

It instantly flew into a rage, roaring as it climbed up from the pile of gold, spewing scorching dragon flames from its mouth.

The bank gold nuggets that had just served as its bed were instantly melted into liquid by the dragon flame.

Smaug, whose wings were covered in scalding gold, flapped them and took flight, his dragonfire chasing after Brad as he fled.

boom! Boom boom! !
After Smaug broke and melted several load-bearing walls in the underground vault, a loud bang was heard, and large sections of the building's concrete began to collapse inward.

At BPRD headquarters, Major General Patrick's brow furrowed and his breathing became heavy upon witnessing this scene. His eyes were fixed on the screen, and he spoke into the walkie-talkie, "Mike, it's up to you now!!"

"Fine, it's not easy to get your money."

On a high-rise building near the Bank of England, Michael, holding a sniper rifle, had already secured the best vantage point.

The sniper rifle in his hand was already loaded with the three relic bullets that had been retrieved from the Thames River.

1 seconds, 2 seconds, 3 seconds.
Michael counted silently in his mind.

As he counted to seven, Brad, sword in hand, burst out of the vault with lightning speed.

Smaug, whose body and wings were smeared with gold, followed closely behind. His gaping maw, radiating a scorching heat, was already open, ready to burn the wretched little insect to ashes.

"It's now."

Michael, fully focused, quickly pulled the trigger twice, firing two of the relic bullets almost simultaneously.

boom! boom! !

Smaug immediately collapsed to the ground, letting out a painful roar. Two holy white lights burst forth from his golden vertical pupils, canceling out the crimson light flashing from the dragon rune embedded in his neck.

It seemed that in a little while, perhaps because it had been reforged, the artifact bullet, which wasn't as powerful as expected, was about to be pushed out by the crimson light released by the dragon talisman.

Brad, who had just run away, turned back and leaped down from the height. He held the broken sword upside down, the tip pointing downwards, flashing with pale golden solar power. He plunged it into Smaug's neck, tearing out the dragon talisman along with several scales nearby.

"Roar! I'm going to kill you all!!"

This time, Smaug's screams were even more agonizing.

Even to the naked eye, both Brad and Michael noticed that its terrifying aura had weakened considerably, and the color of its dragon scales had become much duller.

It roared and raised its claws, trying to catch the thief who stole its talisman, but because it was injured and could not see, Brad rolled on the ground to dodge the attack.

He flung the dragon charm in his hand far away toward Michael on another building, ensuring that Smaug could not retrieve the charm.

"Do not!!"

Seemingly sensing the fading power of the talisman, Smaug ignored Brad and flapped his massive wings to take flight, heading straight for the building where Michael was.

"No way, this can still sense things?"

Michael scrambled to his feet, grabbed his sniper rifle, and jumped from the dozens of stories high. Whoosh!

When he was about halfway down the ground, he raised his hand and fired the grappling hook at another building, which helped him reduce most of the impact and smashed the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office building opposite.

Meanwhile, Major General Patri, whose strength had been greatly reduced after discovering that Smaug was no longer protected by the Dragon Talisman, had a bright idea in his eyes and immediately grabbed his walkie-talkie to call for air support.

boom! Boom boom! !
Air-to-air missiles flew in from afar and struck the dragon that was flying in the sky and chasing Michael below.

This time, the missiles all hit their targets, and were no longer blocked by the invisible force field that appeared around Smaug's body.

With a series of huge explosions, its massive body crashed into the Thames, creating a huge splash.

"YES!!"

Seeing that the dragon that the United States had failed to kill even after sacrificing an entire carrier fleet was about to be slain, they realized that the dragon was about to be killed by them.

Inside the underground bunker, the British high-ranking officials stood up excitedly.

I only waited three seconds, five seconds, ten seconds.
With dozens of fighter jets already locked onto the Thames, Smaug never reappeared.

Under the scan of the thermal imaging display, the massive heat source representing Smaug is submerged in the water and rapidly moving towards the river estuary.

"Wait, aren't you a fire dragon? How can you swim this fast?!"

Upon seeing this, the excited smiles on the faces of the British high-ranking officials froze instantly. They quickly called the military and ordered them to send their own destroyers and nuclear submarines to block the sea outlet and prevent Smaug from escaping, thus wasting such a good opportunity.

"Yes, Your Excellency Rishi Sunak, we will not let it get away, even if it costs us the honor of the Royal Navy."

On the other end of the phone, Rear Admiral Jude Terry's eyes shone brightly. Slaying a dragon—whether in the East or the West, it's the ultimate romantic symbol of a man displaying his bravery.

Without even needing a cabinet urging them, the British Royal Navy, which usually takes longer to conduct military exercises than to move its headquarters, displayed a rare display of its former glory, rapidly deploying nuclear submarines and destroyers to block all the Thames River estuaries.

Just as they were rubbing their hands together, preparing to slay the dragon, Smaug, who had been vaguely hearing a higher-level dragon calling to him from afar since losing the Dragon Talisman, chose to obey this majestic voice. His severely damaged vertical pupils turned bright gold in an instant, and he recited another ancient incantation.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Minutes later, to the disbelief of the Royal Navy, a colossal wave rose from the sea.

Forget about hunting dragons, their first priority is to ensure they don't get swept away by this giant wave.

"Damn it, activate the gyro stabilizer immediately, and the thrusters too."

Amidst the chaos within the British Navy, Smaug had quietly broken free of their blockade and headed west toward the great being that had summoned him.

Meanwhile, in the port of Black Swan on the Siberian plains of Russia.

After a show of hands, Mason, Niles, and their group finally entered the eerie port buried in the ice field.

As soon as he entered, Niles was terrified by what he saw.

Red Soviet flags were everywhere, along with outdated computer equipment and the gruesome, twisted corpses of researchers lying scattered throughout the base.
All of these points suggest that this base was very likely the site used by the Soviet Union for biological and chemical experiments.

In Niles' experience of watching so many movies, such places are basically synonymous with danger.

And they are like nameless extras who get killed off at the beginning of a horror movie, the kind who help to create a scary atmosphere for the audience.

“Niles, we’ve already discussed this issue, but the problem is, my sister and three other guys refuse to leave.”

After hearing Niles's complaints, Mason shook his head, well aware that there might be hidden dangers here.

But since he was already there, and his father was seriously ill and hospitalized, needing money, Mason was prepared to take a gamble.

Holding a modified shotgun and a flashlight, he led the group at the front, carefully exploring the pitch-black base. Before long, they arrived at a place that resembled a laboratory.

Everywhere you look, there are glass chambers filled with pale green formalin solution, and pale bodies covered with bluish-gray dragon scale patterns, soaking inside.

"This is."

Everyone felt as if their heart skipped a beat, their faces turned slightly pale, and they moved their eyes little by little, following the beam of their flashlights.

When the light shone on a row of glass jars on the left side of the wall, everyone was startled.

Inside were sealed a series of deformed infants, their spines torn and their skin splintered with bone spurs, their eyes still open, their pupils a blinding gold.

"De, de de!!"

The girl next to Natalie, who had been talking a lot just moments before, was now deathly pale and her teeth were chattering.

Natalie, who had chosen archaeology as her major when filling out her college application, was not afraid at all. Instead, she searched the laboratory even more carefully.

Soon, Natalie found an official document on the body of a researcher who had been dead for many years in a corner of the laboratory.

Upon opening the document, the first few words made her eyes widen.

"Project Ghost!!"

She skipped through the words, reading: "In 1924, a Soviet expedition discovered the ruins of Tongwan City in the desert of Shaanxi, China, and found traces of dragons inside. After this news was reported back to China, Major Bondarev led a fully armed Soviet armored unit back to the site, but in the end, only three men returned home alive."

"They brought back from Tongwan City the corpse of a tomb-guarding dragon, as well as two bronze coffins with incredible power that could not be opened no matter what."

"After conducting in-depth research on them, we learned the identity of the owner of one of the bronze coffins."

"Li Chengwei, also known as Li Wuyue, was the younger brother of Li Yuanhao, the ruler of Western Xia."

(End of this chapter)