Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 526 Bloodbath: The Madness of the Sub-Dragon and the Fury of the True Dragon

In the blink of an eye, the Han Hai Guard made a wise decision.

The old cave has a small entrance and a large interior. The passage at the entrance, where the giant stone was moved by the Red Dragon Chieftain Alex, is only wide enough for two dragons to walk side by side. Usually, the Red Dragon Chieftain's head can be used as half a door by simply standing at the entrance.

After the Han Hai guards retreated under the cover of several captains and vice-captains, the previously precarious situation quickly improved.

First, Yalong's offensive options were severely limited.

Whether you have three, five, a hundred, or two hundred, only two or three sub-dragons can squeeze into the passage at the same time to launch an attack.

Secondly, Han Hai possessed firearms within the old Tibetan caves.

The reason no firepower was deployed outside the cave was because we were guests on the dragons' territory, and we had to show at least some respect for their home ground. Additionally, it was also because if even the dragons couldn't protect the delegation or even attack them outright, then a few scattered conventional weapons would indeed be of little use.

However, inside the old Tibetan cave, with the idea of ​​being prepared for any eventuality, Han Hai brought some firearms with him when transporting the scanning and recording equipment.

At this moment, with Yalong blocking the cave entrance, the entrance instantly turned into a meat grinder.

"Block fire in the middle, snipers target vitals like eyes, guards provide flank cover!"

"Send a telegram from the communications soldier!"

Although Xia Chenghui had transferred to a civilian position at Hanhai, he was still a graduate of the Hanhai Naval Academy and a member of the Torch Vanguard. His combat skills were in no way inferior to those of the guard captains present. After quickly assessing the situation, he made the most proactive response.

Two large-caliber heavy machine guns roared simultaneously, their tracer bullets weaving a dense net of fire in the cave. These large-caliber bullets, originally intended to defend against frost giants of unclear allegiance, could blast two or three fingers wide holes in the scales of the wyvern with each shot.

At the moment of impact, the scales shattered, blood and flesh splattered, and the shock wave penetrated through the gaps in the scales, tumbling and tearing through the subcutaneous tissue.

A dragon trying to squeeze into the cave entrance was repeatedly tumbled by a hail of bullets. The bullets tore through its wing membranes along the fire lines and broke its cartilage. Blood gushed down its side like a waterfall.

It let out a deafening wail, yet it still refused to retreat, instead pushing even more frantically inward.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two heavy sniper bullets, one after the other, pierced the man's skull.

This is the same sniper rifle that Han Hai provided for the guard team, the same model as the [Judge]. The biggest difference between it and the one in the hands of Deputy Commander Liu Shuang is that the bullets are ordinary tungsten-core armor-piercing bullets, which are not as expensive.

But even the cheapest armor-piercing rounds can be fatal if they hit the head.

A bullet pierced through Yalong's right eye, instantly creating a large hole in his eye socket.

Yalong's eyeballs burst open, and his dark pupils collapsed rapidly like a punctured water bag. Red and white liquid gushed out of his missing eyeballs, flowing out of his eye sockets.

The ferocity in his other eye instantly transformed into despair and terror.

The dragon let out a final, mournful cry, its head slamming heavily to the ground. Its massive body twitched a few times before becoming completely still.

The first dragon to squeeze in was completely destroyed.

However, the consumption of bullets against such a behemoth is staggering, especially since most of the firepower that fails to hit vital organs may appear to cause horrific wounds, but the actual effect is minimal.

To some extent, these external injuries actually fueled the dragon's violent temper.

The beasts quickly went completely mad.

With the deaths of three or four more dragons, the cave entrance was blocked by their corpses. This caused a huge problem for the Han Hai delegation, as the corpses in front had become a "meat shield," pushing the dragons behind them into the cave.

The blood plasma scattered around the cave entrance served as a kind of lubricant for them.

Once the dragon carcass in front has been pushed past the narrow passage, the wyverns behind will have a chance to directly plunge into the hall and attack.

"Reload belt, sniper rifle burst fire!"

"Prepare for close combat!"

The corpses, vaporized by the high temperature of the ammunition, emitted a nauseating stench, and the smell of gunpowder permeated the entire cave.

It's time to work hard again.

Ronan had to protect Dimo, and Angus had to protect Jelly, but Dimo ​​and Jelly, who had already been influenced by the values ​​of the Vast Ocean, understood very well that the clerical staff behind them were the core of the delegation.

If all the technical personnel in the delegation die here, even if they manage to return unscathed, they will likely never be able to hold their heads high in the Han Hai military system again.

Without hesitation, the two grabbed their weapons and charged forward, while Ronan and Angus had to move forward to protect the two young masters behind them.

Leonid, who was sitting in the corner panting heavily, spat out a mouthful of bright red saliva, picked up a giant alloy axe, let out another roar that shook the cave, and pounced on the attack.

One after another, the corpses of the dragons were piled up in the hall, leaving little room for firearms to be used. The two sides then began a bloody, brutal fight.

Although the defenses inside the Old Cave still held a certain geographical advantage, every wyvern that squeezed through the passage would launch one or two, or even three or five, attacks, using its head, claws, wings, and even its disgusting breath to repeatedly erode the warriors of the visiting group.

Jelly, still bearing some old wounds, was the first to be thrown out. Angus, in order to cover the half-elf king's brother, also had one arm broken and hung limply at his sides.

Tiger warriors fell one after another, and the strongest orc leader among them, Leonid, had his armor almost completely shattered, and blood was gushing from his body.

The tiger chieftain, already in a berserk state, simply tore off his tattered cloak, baring his chest and wielding his giant axe with ferocious power. Each collision was accompanied by a deafening roar.

"Come on! Come on! Come on!"

Dimo is the best at protecting himself.

Indeed, humans were calmer than elves and orcs in this situation.

He and Ronan chose to roam and finish off enemies. Their teamwork was quite skillful. They would retreat immediately after landing a hit, never greedy for credit, and trying to delay the enemy as much as possible.

Another dragon head burst out from the pile of rotten flesh, slapping a guard soldier away like a rag doll. The soldier crashed heavily into the rock wall, his chest caved in, and blood gushed out.

Leonid, witnessing this scene, was filled with rage. He gripped his battle axe with both hands, leaped up, and slammed it down hard on the dragon's nose.

"Go to hell!"

The sound of the axe blade slicing through bone mingled with the wyvern's painful howl. The dragon's head swung violently to the side, throwing Leonid and the axe away. Angus seized this fleeting opportunity, sliding in under the wyvern's chin and using his remaining left arm to plunge his longsword deep into its throat.

The dragon's main scales are on its back and sides, while the lower part of its body has the weakest defense. The metal weapon forcefully pierced its airway and blood vessels, and with a loud hiss, scalding blood gushed out like a fountain, covering its head and face.

The cave entrance was blocked again, giving everyone a brief respite.

Xia Chenghui wiped the blood off his face and quickly counted the number of people.

Only one-third of them are still able to resist and work.

Upon witnessing this scene, Grimm, the leader of the dragons, went berserk.

"Move those guys blocking the door aside, kill them, break in!"

"kill!!!"

In fact, having fought to this point, the Yalong clan had no way back.

Several powerful dragons swung their massive limbs, kicking away the wounded and corpses in the passage one by one, and dragged the dragon corpses out of the passage entrance despite the constant barrage of bullets.

The moment the passage appeared, Grim tensed his scales, grabbed a slightly smaller wyvern to protect himself, and charged in.

The leader of the Yalong clan personally took action.

This guy's physical strength was obviously far superior to that of ordinary dragon warriors. Although he was hit by more than a dozen sniper rifles that bypassed the "meat shield" and bit into his body, Grimm, who protected his vitals, still bravely rushed into the passage and knocked away Leonid, who was already covered in blood.

Dimo and Ronan, who still maintained relatively intact combat strength, had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward.

Knight Commander Ronan thrust his longsword into the dragon's neck from the side, but the tip of the sword was caught in the scales before it penetrated less than half a foot. He quickly pulled away, but it was too late.

Grimm is the leader of the wyverns, and among the wyverns, his physical strength is comparable to that of a true dragon. This strike, imbued with fury, is as fast as lightning.

Ronan had a brief moment to dodge, but behind him was Dimo, who was exhausted after a hard-fought battle with Grimm.

The knight commander closed his eyes, crossed his arms, and forcefully took the blow from Grimm with his body.

In just one moment, his protective defenses were breached.

The knight commander's entire body was folded in half, countless bones inside were smashed to pieces, blood gushed out, he crashed into the cave ceiling and rolled to the ground, unable to stand up.

"Uncle Ronan!"

"Don't worry about me, guard the passage!"

Ronan shouted with all his might, then fell backward. Just before losing consciousness, the knight commander's lips twitched slightly, and he muttered something barely audible: "Damn it, after all that dodging, I picked the big one..."

However, with almost all the high-ranking warriors severely injured, the passage could no longer be defended.

After Grim broke through the defenses, several more wyverns burrowed into the cave, turning it into a giant meat grinder.

The Tiger Clan's melee warriors were almost completely wiped out, and the remaining Vast Sea Guards were compressed into a fan-shaped area, struggling to launch attacks while awaiting their final fate.

A young warrior's sword got stuck in the gaps between the dragon's scales and he couldn't pull it out. He simply let go of the hilt, pounced on the dragon, grabbed its claws, and pulled the trigger of his "glorious bullet."

At the moment of detonation, his body was blown away by the shockwave, and most of his body was torn to shreds by shrapnel.

Another veteran was pinned to the ground by Yalong's claws, his lower body crushed into a flat plate, bone fragments and flesh mixed together, stuck to the ground like an abstract oil painting.

But he kept pulling the trigger, firing bullet after bullet into Yalong's massive head.

Only when the dragon finally collapsed to its knees did he reveal a twisted smile and slowly fall to the ground.

And then there's Leonid, whose shape is almost unrecognizable.

The captain knelt on one knee, supporting his body with the handle of his axe, and roared repeatedly, each time spitting out a cloud of blood mist.

"Come on! You bunch of short-haired lizards!"

"Come here and experience the power of your cat!"

Behind this battlefield, the delegation's technicians and communications personnel were racing against time, scanning, taking photos, and transmitting data, without even glancing ahead.

They wanted to send back as many documents as possible in their final moments before they died.

Just then, a huge explosion came from outside the cave.

Those are Han Hai's cruise missiles!
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After the battle began in the cave, Xia Chenghui ordered the communications team to send plaintext communications to the Han Hai headquarters and the Starry Sky [Wave-Treading] No. 1 ship docked in the glacier.

[Our forces have been suddenly attacked by hundreds of dragons, all of which are sub-dragons. Our guard has suffered heavy casualties. We have retreated to the old cave at Dragon Cliff and are fighting desperately, but the situation is critical and we fear we may not be able to survive. Please, Wave-Treading Fleet, be on high alert!]

Long live the Lord! Long live the Vast Ocean! Long live the Summer Moon Alliance!

The reason for using plain text is twofold: first, to save time, and second, in case the entire delegation is wiped out here, Han Hai will have solid evidence to hold the Dragon Clan accountable.

Upon receiving news of the attack on the delegation, the No. 1 ship, "Treading Waves," immediately started its engines and activated all its radar and weapon systems.

However, the [Wave Rider] only has twelve vertical launch missiles. Considering the dragon race's flight capabilities, six of them are loaded with anti-air weapons, and only six are anti-ground missiles.

What use could such a small amount of weaponry be against the "hundreds of giant dragons" mentioned in the communications?

Whether it works or not, we have to fight!

The HanHai Emergency Command Center urgently issued authorization, and after a round of calibration, missiles from the [Treading Waves] vertical launch tube were launched one after another.

This attack method carries a certain risk, because the bullet impact point is right next to the Old Cave, and no one is sure whether it will cause friendly fire to their own team members.

However, despite the delegation's repeated urging to "fire at me," [Riding the Waves] still managed to fire all of its [Eagle Strike] heavy cruise missiles in one go.

The missiles tore through the night sky like shooting stars, their tails leaving crimson trails above Dragon Cliff.

Cruise missiles are relatively slow, but their accuracy is sufficient. Each missile that lands explodes violently, instantly engulfing the Yalong within a radius of tens of meters in flames.

Explosions rang out one after another, flames shot into the sky, and shockwaves carrying debris and shrapnel spread in all directions, creating visible ripples on the ground.

At the epicenter, the intense shockwave propelled metal shrapnel outwards, carrying with it broken scales, fractured bones, and charred flesh, instantly creating a "rain" of severed limbs at the cave entrance.

But the problem remains: the number of missiles is severely insufficient, and the Yalong missile is simply too large.

A single missile capable of leveling a building can only damage a few, at most a dozen, dragons in the vicinity.

Despite the devastation caused by the Eagle Strike, with blood and flesh flying everywhere, more than half of the wyverns still retained their full fighting strength.

However, this also means that nearly half of the dragons suffered heavy losses on this battlefield.

With victory already assured, Grimm, the leader of the dragons, watched as his race's crooked figures plummeted to the ground, and let out a heart-wrenching roar that pierced through the ravaged mountains.

Just as Grimm turned around, preparing to crush the poor creatures in the cave into a bloody pulp, a long dragon roar descended rapidly from the sky.

Alex, the chieftain of the Red Dragon Clan, finally arrived at the Old Cave.

The True Dragon Clan had never imagined such a situation.

On this night, the true dragons, having eaten and drunk their fill, began a period of collective rest or hibernation, leaving the tasks of vigilance and defense to the dragon race.

If anything happens, Yalong will issue a warning.

They are being far too naive.

In their minds, without the protection of the True Dragon Clan, the Wyverns could not survive in the Sighing Icefield. Moreover, even if the Wyverns revolted en masse, the True Dragons could easily crush their resistance.

The pride of the top-tier dragon race, skilled in both magic and martial arts, meant they never considered the possibility of a dragon rebellion.

To everyone's surprise, the dragon race launched an attack on the human delegation.

Alex was awakened by the shockwave from the missile.

The moment he burst out of his dwelling, he didn't even bother to determine his direction before flying straight towards the Old Cave, his biggest fear being that something might go wrong there.

When Alex saw a large group of wyverns surrounding the entrance to the Old Cavern, his mind exploded.

"Do not--!"

"Grimm! What are you doing?!"

"Stop! I order you to stop!!!"

Alex's roar echoed through the valley, carrying the unique pressure of a true dragon, overwhelming and forcing some weaker wyverns to lie flat on the ground.

But Grimm ignored him.

The leader of the dragons turned his head, a complex expression flashing in his vertical pupils: there was fear, anger, and a kind of resolute determination to give up.

Then he turned around, ready to thoroughly clean up the two-legged trash in the cave.

Alex roared furiously, his massive body shooting out and tearing through the path of the wyvern that blocked his way, leaving a long rut in the snow.

In that instant, the Crimson Dragon Chieftain's body left a flickering afterimage as he rushed into the Old Cavern from Grim's side.

He saw the corpses scattered all over the ground, and Xia Chenghui's cold eyes as he leaned against the cave wall.

Bad news: many members of the human delegation have died.

The good news amidst the bad news is that they're not all dead yet!

Alex rapidly unfurled his body, forming a wall between the dragon and the human. His fully extended scales reflected a dark red luster in the afterglow of the searchlight, like clusters of burning flames.

Chief Alex, get out of the way!

Grimm finally spoke, "I don't want to be enemies with the true dragons, but these humans must die; they are destroying our dragon nests!"

Alex could hardly believe his ears.

The dragon race had just obtained a batch of precious refining materials from the vast ocean, and the human race had sent a batch of abundant food. But this madman in front of us said that the human race wanted to destroy the dragon's nest.

"Are you crazy?" Alex roared furiously. "The humans of the past are different from the humans of the Vast Ocean. The Vast Ocean is helping us..."

Grimm didn't want to explain anymore; he needed to hurry and resolve the trouble before more true dragons arrived.

The leader of the Yalong clan uttered a cold, emphasizing sound from the corner of his mouth.

"kill!"

So, the survivors of the Vast Ocean Visiting Group were fortunate enough to witness the battle between the sub-dragon and the true dragon up close.

(End of this chapter)