Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 534 First Encounter with the Army: Dragon Clan Leads the Way, All-Out Charge
The centaur race of the Vast Ocean spared no effort in their exploration of the Misty Continent.

Makaga personally led the team, with Ma Baoguo, Ma Qianzu, and Ma Houpao—the three highest-ranking military officials second only to the commander—all present. As for the other elite mid-level cadres of the "Ma Family Army," they were all mobilized.

A storm is coming!

With a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, Ma Baoguo rested his two front legs on a large rock, his elbows on his knees, and a high-powered telescope in his hand, staring intently at the line of people ahead, mumbling indistinctly.

"Brother, you brought all of Lao Liu Ye's brothers out this time. What if something goes wrong? We'll be left with nothing in the field army, won't we?"

Maka took a half-step forward and slapped his little brother on the head, making Ma Baoguo stumble.

Old Ma's style is just that rough and rugged.

"First of all, when we're on a mission, call me Commander or Chief, but don't call me Brother!"

"Secondly, those so-called 'brothers of Lao Liu Ye' are all comrades in the field army!"

When Ma Baoguo was slapped like that, the grass in his mouth fell to the ground. He picked it up somewhat reluctantly and rubbed off the dust with his hands, but a lot of the dust was firmly stuck to the grass. His saliva and dust mixed together and he rubbed it into a yellow mud.

"I brought this from home..."

Ma Baoguo tilted his head and thought for a moment, then put the grass blade back into his mouth and sucked on it, spitting it out a few times. Feeling it was clean, he put it back in his mouth before turning his head and echoing Makaga's words:
"Yes, Commander Ma, you couldn't have missed that old fellow Ma Tianheng wasn't up to any good, could you..."

"Of course I know!"

When speaking to his younger brother, Macaja didn't hold back at all.

Makaja turned around, his back to the camp, his gaze fixed on the distant, hazy horizon.

The thundercloud storm was like a high wall with no end in sight, completely isolating the Misty Continent from the outside world. Occasionally, lightning would explode deep within the clouds, a flash of white light illuminating the surging black waves below.

He stroked Ma Baoguo's mane with his hand.

Ma Baoguo was also a genuine "Old Six Leaf" centaur, who used to wear a head full of dreadlocks.

The so-called Old Six Leaves refers to the original group of centaur people who lived in the Silvermoon Forest, which was then called the Six Leaves Camp on the north side of Darkwood.

At that time, relying on the advantages of the airship transit station, they received adventurers from all directions, opened inns, sold food, repaired weapons, raised mounts, and incidentally hunted monsters in the forest. They lived a very comfortable life.

At that time, Sixleaf Camp was the liveliest place on the northern side of the entire Dark Forest. The sounds of airship whistles, adventurers' shouts, blacksmiths' hammering, clinking glasses in inns, and centaur foals chasing and playing in the camp were constant from morning till night.

Then, war broke out.

The Six-Leaf Camp was ruthlessly destroyed. The centaur chieftain led his tribe's warriors in a desperate resistance, but they were almost all killed or wounded. Only a dozen or so able-bodied men, along with fewer than two hundred underage centaurs, managed to escape into the mountains on the eastern slope of the Blood Corridor.

That was the first time that Makaga, who was still a minor, witnessed death up close.

Then, after hearing the news, Chen Mo asked a mercenary team to find them.

Although Han Hai was just starting out at that time, with only a dozen or so mercenaries by his side, Kaga, who had met Chen Mo once, resolutely decided to lead his team to join Han Hai.

This injection of such a large sum of "original shares" established the centaur race's status in the vast ocean.

Later, as the influence of the Vast Ocean grew, centaurs from all over the world came to join them. Now the population has exceeded 100,000, making the Vast Ocean the centaur gathering place of the Starry Continent. However, the centaurs who are truly known as "Old Six Leaves" are still the original two hundred.

Over the years of fighting in the north and south, some died in battle, some died of illness, some were discharged due to injuries, and some were punished by Makaga himself for violating military law... Now, less than a hundred people remain in the ranks.

This time, Macaka brought them all out.

Sensing the concerns in Ma Baoguo's words, Makaga responded directly without hesitation.

"Bringing Lao Liu Ye out was my own decision."

"Those who have followed us all the way to this point are either core officers or veterans who have fought countless battles. They are all our most trusted comrades. This time, with such an unclear situation and numerous dangers, are we not going to bring them out? Or are we going to hold back our strength?"

"You're probably looking for a beating!"

Ma Baoguo quickly shook his head back and forth: "I'm not saying you didn't put in the effort during the mission, I just think that old guy Ma Tianheng is obviously..."

"I know!"

Makaga raised his head, his voice suddenly rising a notch, interrupting Ma Baoguo.

“Advisor Ma Tianheng only has eyes for the lord; everyone else is someone he is wary of, even His Highness Liushuang.”

"Perfect match, I'm like that too!"

"So, you don't understand, but I do!"

"Otherwise, given my relationship with the lord, if I don't want to make a move, no matter how eloquent he is, can he possibly harm us in the slightest?"

"It's just a matter of each getting what they need!"

"Commander, what do you need?" Ma Baoguo's eyes were a little confused.

Makaga couldn't stand it any longer, so he slapped him on the head again, throwing away the "grass from home" he had just picked up.

Ma Baoguo looked miserable, almost crying with grievance.

"Holy crap... my god..."

Macaka's face twitched, and he roared in exasperation, "Use your brain!"

"If it weren't for Advisor Ma Tianheng's all-out push, given our tendency to get airsick and seasick, how could we possibly have secured this kind of exploration mission?"

"The first battle in the vast sea was fought by our centaur race."

"The first battle against the orcs was also fought by our centaurs."

"The recapture of White Deer Plain was a crucial battle in which our Centaur tribe fought a bloody battle outside Crack Claw Canyon, which determined the fate of the world."

"Now, the exploration of this new continent must be, and can only be, the mission of our field army."

"It must be completed; there is no turning back!"

The wind blew from the sea, ruffling his mane and making a whooshing sound.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

As the advance teams gradually took their positions, information from all sides was continuously transmitted to the temporary command post located on Q07 island.

Based on continuous observations over the past period, the Han Hai Exploration Team selected this optimal time window and launch location.

The strange thundercloud storm barrier surrounding the Misty Continent is actually composed of multiple mechanisms. The anti-air laws in the sky, the super storms above the sea, and the extremely cold ocean currents below combine to form a giant protective wall built from extremely harsh natural elements and mysterious psionic mechanisms.

Han Hai conducted extensive preliminary reconnaissance work in the surrounding area. As the number of explorations increased and the amount of data collected grew, Han Hai gradually drew some conclusions.

The wind field distribution is so regular, the lightning triggering mechanism is so precise, and the ocean current direction is so meticulous... This barrier seems to have been designed, operating according to a strict set of codes.

Of course, throughout this process, HanHai's exploration has always been on the periphery, skirting the edges rather than directly venturing in.

The biggest consideration here is the fear of alerting the creatures on this misty continent in advance.

In the only recorded instance of exploration of this continent involving both entry and exit, the dragons made a serious mistake.

According to the Dragon Language Stone, when the dragons were preparing to attack the barrier, they responded to each other with a long, thunderous roar that shook the surrounding area.

They were indeed incredibly handsome, but when they rushed in, they found that there were already hundreds of flying snakes waiting for them on the other side, with more and more flying snakes rushing over from behind.

Clearly, his attempt to show off backfired.

In that battle, the Dragon Clan's most formidable warriors suffered heavy losses, and the records of the returnees were filled with endless regret.

"I shouldn't have shouted that! I really shouldn't have shouted that!"

"If we hadn't alerted those monsters beforehand, the outcome might have been completely different."

"If future generations of dragons have the opportunity to explore again, remember this: do not speak, do not speak, do not speak!"

Han Hai will naturally remember this lesson learned with his life.

Either don't advance, or if you do, it's a full-scale, all-out assault.

The breach point chosen by Han Hai was in the sea area 12 degrees northeast of Q07 island.

Or to put it another way, the reason for using such a small island as the last forward base is because it is closest to the ideal point of breaching the wall.

Although the fog prevents satellites from observing the specific situation on the mainland, being able to see the fog is essentially equivalent to obtaining some information.

For example, the approximate shape of this continent.

In the area ahead of Q07, where the wall breaks, the continental shelf on the seabed is very long and has a very gentle slope; the measured average slope is only 0.6 per thousand.

What does this mean? It means that the water depth in this area changes extremely slowly, and the transition from deep sea to shallow sea is almost negligible. As long as you get a little closer, you can wade into the water to fight.

In this region, the tidal range is quite significant, with a difference of about nine meters between high and low tides. Therefore, during tidal fluctuations, a tidal zone of more than ten kilometers will be formed.

At high tide, large amounts of seawater surge in the form of wave crests from the outside of the storm cloud barrier to the inside, and at low tide, they roll out from the inside of the barrier to the outside.

In theory, by using the power of this tide, one can easily rush in during high tide and exit relatively easily during low tide.

The interval during this period is two hours and twenty-two minutes.

This is a complete field assault prepared by Hanhai.

First to approach was Han Hai's drone reconnaissance team. They were divided into three groups, which pulled up to a high position in the air on the outer perimeter, and then accelerated to their maximum speed before crashing into the barrier.

They need to use altitude and inertia to try to break through during the fall.

The principles and effects of the no-fly zone laws in this area have been largely understood by the Han Hai Vanguard Team.

Simply put, above the sea surface, this barrier separating the Misty Continent manifests as a strange wind zone with extremely high speeds. The wild winds swing wildly in all directions, constantly scattering the internal air out and forming a very special area on the sea surface.

Its outer two layers are strong gales, while the inside is an area of ​​extremely low pressure. The further in you go, the lower the pressure and the lower the air density.

According to Han Hai's calculations, the air density in some central areas can be as low as one percent of the density of normal atmosphere.

It's almost a vacuum.

This would undoubtedly be disastrous for the flight unit.

First, living organisms cannot maintain their physiological functions under such air density. They need to withstand the pressure difference, endure the feeling of suffocation, and then forcefully rush inward when their wings cannot flap air.

The same applies to other flight modes. Whether it's levitation by psionic energy, using rotorcraft, jet aircraft, or hovercraft like balloons, none of them require the basic air to provide lift.

For every decrease in air density, the required power source needs to increase several times or even dozens of times to compensate.

This means that a bird needs to flap its wings hundreds of times per second, and its rotor needs to rotate at ten times the normal speed...

Even jet aircraft wouldn't work. Not to mention the severe lack of lift under the wings, making it difficult to support the aircraft, there's no air left. What's the point of your jets then?

This is the essence of the "no-fly zone" as we can see it now.

It's not some mysterious force that forbids flight, but rather the physical rules of this area that make flight an impossible task.

The Dongxia expert team offered two solutions: one was to launch a long-range attack and use inertia to throw the aircraft in a parabolic trajectory; the other was that Dongxia did have aircraft that could fly in a vacuum, so they could use a rocket engine.

The first test was of the first scheme: inertial charge.

A squadron of twelve armored fixed-wing drones, arranged in a 3-3-3-3 formation, rushed into the murky storm zone like birds flying into the forest.

They grew smaller and smaller in sight, then were completely swallowed up by the churning clouds. A few seconds later, as they disappeared from sight, the signal was also lost.

As fixed-wing drones glide, unmanned surface vessels and unmanned underwater vehicles on the sea surface also charge forward in neat formations.

Then, a series of bad news came through the command center's headset.

"Drone squadron 1, all communication lost!"

"Unmanned surface vessel squadron 1, all personnel have lost contact!"

"The first squadron of unmanned underwater vehicles has lost all contact!"

"Optical signal source has disappeared!"

"The acoustic signal source has disappeared!"

"The trail could not be detected!"

The hindsight expert in charge of frontline command slammed his fist on the command platform.

Indeed, these advance teams not only carried high-powered radio communication equipment, but also had searchlights swinging backward, used special voiceprint communication, and even trailed smoke behind them...

Every possible method of remote notification was used, but just like that, silently, as if thrown into a black hole, it disappeared into the barrier of thundercloud storm.

"Activate the second plan immediately."

Without any pause, the second wave of assault units immediately sprang into action.

The rocket launcher propels the rocket forward with great force.

Three probes, modified from missiles, took off from a temporary sea platform not far away and crashed straight into the barrier.

The warheads of these detectors have been replaced with high-precision sensors and recording devices, and the surface of the warheads is made entirely of high-tech materials, theoretically capable of adapting to any supernatural environment that humans can come into contact with.

A shooting star streaked across the sky.

The past... it should be the past.

But the same problem persisted; no signal was transmitted back.

This is not just a matter of destroying the equipment; it may also involve some kind of strange electronic interference or shielding.

After a moment's pause, he shouted again:
"Plan Three Activated!"

Since it was determined that electronic signals could be mysteriously interfered with, the third assault team abandoned electronic reconnaissance equipment and switched to mechanical equipment.

Dongxia's contingency plans are always sufficient.

However, since all automated and electronically controlled equipment has failed, autonomous operators must be employed.

Elite soldiers from the [Jiuquan] unit.

There was a time when experts from Dongxia raised a question: since unmanned equipment is already so advanced and artificial intelligence is developing rapidly, it can not only completely replace the functionality of undead creatures, but also achieve ultra-long-range instantaneous command and real-time linkage of large-scale troops, so why is it necessary to continuously expand the [Nine Springs Army] on Fanxing and Lanxing?
The answer given by the Cihang Engineering Department is that it consumes no power and is not susceptible to interference!

For example, at this time, it's time for the "suicide squad members" of the Jiuquan troops to make their appearance again.

They were already dead, so of course they were "willing to die"!
To avoid this inexplicable interference, Han Hai deployed a fully mechanical reconnaissance device this time.

The Black Knight and the elite skeletons leading the group each had a film rangefinder camera around their necks, without any electronic components or even batteries; it was entirely hand-controlled.

The exploration team of [Jiuquan] rode in a huge titanium alloy sphere that resembled a deep-sea submersible, with a wall thickness of over 60 centimeters. The observation port used for taking pictures used ultra-high strength pressure-resistant glass.

From the outside, this titanium alloy sphere looks like a giant metal walnut, which can help undead creatures block most natural disasters or other random physical attacks along the way.

The external scramjet engine serves as the power source, propelling the submersible close to the sea surface and, in conjunction with the ocean's tidal forces, sending it into the wind wall at top speed.

The task force's mission was to take photos, to take photos continuously, and to take photos nonstop.

How do we send the photos back? We'll have to rely on the mechanical engineering department's makeshift methods.

Behind the titanium alloy ball submarine, there are three carbon fiber composite steel cables that are adorned with magical protective light. Two of them are auxiliary cables used to recover the submarine, and the other is the central main cable used to recover the film.

After reaching the maximum distance, the special forces members of Jiuquan will perform two operations.

The first step is to manually adjust the engine direction, using the tension from the engine connected by the steel cable, to see if it can achieve a successful in-and-out operation. The second step is to immediately place all the film into the "black box" at the rear of the submersible, pull the lever to release the latch, and the black box will detach from the submersible along with the bulkhead structure at the rear.

The main cable immediately began to be retrieved.

In other words, even if the submersible doesn't return, these films can still be retrieved.

This is the pinnacle of Dongxia's saturation deployment. Theoretically, even if this equipment and personnel entered the area where a nuclear bomb was exploding, they would still have the opportunity to send out data.

As it turns out, the guy who designed this protective wall really didn't expect to use such insane equipment here.

The engine roared to life, and the reel began to retract the connecting cable at a speed of two hundred revolutions per second. After about six or seven minutes of anxious waiting, the first batch of film was pulled out.

The image was immediately developed, converted into an electronic image, and projected onto the central control screen in the command center.

The "huge" and "strange" landmass, which was vaguely described in the records of the Dragon Clan, was presented to the Vast Ocean Exploration Team for the first time.

Because the photos were sent back in different orders, the first batch returned earliest and were taken from the farthest distance, presenting a heavy, hazy image of the sea surface.

Next, after passing through that wind barrier, the screen suddenly lit up.

This light is different from the light reflection of any known terrain on the Starry Continent. It has a very heavy texture, as if the light itself is stained with a dense mass when it passes through the air of that continent.

The coastline appeared in subsequent photos.

Although the distance was still quite far, part of the camera was zoomed in, so while the clarity wasn't very high, the general shape of the land could still be seen.

The cliff, nearly 100 meters high, stretches from the left side of the image to the horizon on the right, like a boundary between heaven and earth cleaved by a giant axe, plunging vertically into the churning clouds.

The cliff face is a deep ochre color that is almost black. In some of the more accurate photos, you can clearly see that the surface of the cliff is covered with long and short vertical grooves, as if it has been repeatedly scraped by the claws of some huge creature for thousands or tens of thousands of years.

The edge of the cliff top is not smooth; in some places, it juts out abruptly, forming sections of suspended boulders. Below these boulders, some huge caves can be vaguely seen in the crevices, scattered here and there.

But what truly amazed everyone was the forest atop the cliff.

The satellite sent these images back to Han Hai, where Chen Mo and Liu Shuang, who were observing them, were deeply captivated by the spectacular images on the cliff.

These trees are exceptionally tall.

The tops of the tree canopies are nestled within the clouds above the view, while the bases are firmly rooted in the cliff face. Based on the scales and reference points on the submersible's screen, these trees are estimated to be over fifty meters tall, with some even reaching a hundred meters.

In the photos taken from the front row, the tree trunks that can be clearly seen are ridiculously thick, and their surfaces seem to be covered with uneven bumps. The leathery broad leaves on them are as big as an adult minotaur, with jagged edges, and they gleam with a deep green luster in the low light.

A little further away, there is another tree with pinnate compound leaves. The length of a single leaf is estimated to be over five meters, and the leaflets are arranged as neatly as comb teeth.

"Data...can the data identify what species of tree this is?"

"Commander, the Mirage system failed to find any existing matching or similar species for these two types of trees in the photo!"

"Send this to the Druid masters and see what they have to say."

"Yes!"

In the last few sets of photos, the creatures on this continent seem to have become aware of the situation.

They are emerging from the clouds and trees in twos and threes.

The clouds in the sky were low, soft overall, and bulging at the edges. However, they were not white, but rather a murky, grayish-yellow hue, like a thick layer of old cotton that had been flattened and spread out close to the top of the tree canopy.

In the forest, the arrangement of the trees seems to be designed. In the last few photos where the distance gradually closes, you can see an almost deliberate spacing distribution, with just the right gaps between the canopies, as if reserving a passage for some kind of creature.

And those creatures are descending from the clouds, taking flight through these passages.

Although the enlarged image is blurry, the basic shapes can still be discerned. They have streamlined, slender bodies, extremely large wingspans, and the flapping frequency of their wings does not appear fast, but it exudes a strong sense of power.

This creature also has very typical scale-like protrusions, as well as a large, waving, meteor-hammer-like tail.

Without a doubt, this is a monster from the lineage of the dragon's mother, known as the Wind Serpent by the dragon race.

The good news is that perhaps because the commotion was small, these little toys didn't attract much attention. Or perhaps there are simply fewer wind serpents in this direction, resulting in a sparse population.

In short, even the photos sent back at the last minute only showed a few scattered wind serpents trying to move in that direction.

However, there was also very bad news: even if Han Hai's troops managed to break through such a high cliff, how would they launch an uphill attack? How would they establish a defensive position?
Could it be rock climbing?
It's time to make a decision.

Before the war, Chen Mo made one clear principle: for this expedition, everything should be based on the judgment of the frontline commanders.

In other words, at this very moment, the advance team, poised to depart, will either advance or retreat at Makaga's command.

All the members of the "Ma Family Army" pricked up their ears.

Macaka's gaze lingered on a low-resolution photograph for a long time.

There, between the serpent's teeth, was the mark of a human figure, half of which seemed to have been torn apart, hanging like a rag from the serpent's mouth.

Macaka took a deep breath.

Now that he's found a window of opportunity here, given his personality, how could he not give it a shot?

If we retreat, wouldn't all those brothers of the Ma clan in our field army have wasted all those medicines and slept for nothing?

Now, the opportunity is right in front of you!
"Pass on the order!"

"Please, dragons, clear the way!"

"The vanguard of the field army will lead the Jiuquan troops into the field."

"besides……"

After looking around, Makaga finally called out Ma Baoguo's name.

"You stay here, I'll personally lead the team up as the second wave!"

Ma Baoguo's eyes instantly turned red.

"Why? So many officers are here, the vanguard, the rear guard, Ma Xingkong, and Mannon. Which of them can't stay behind? Why do I have to stay behind?"

"Furthermore, according to field army regulations, the highest-ranking officer cannot..."

Maka interrupted him forcefully: "We all have children, you don't, so you're the only one who can stay!"

The officers roared in agreement.

Ma Baoguo's remaining words were choked in his throat. His mouth opened and closed repeatedly, the muscles on his face twitching back and forth. Finally, he spat out the nearly chewed-up blade of grass from his mouth.

"Yes, Commander-in-Chief!"

"Brother, call me 'brother' this time! We'll address each other by our titles when I get back!"

Macka strode out of the command post, his long mane fluttering in the wind, his silhouette resembling a moving hill.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

If Chen Mo were here, this battle would probably not have taken place. The more likely scenario would have been that they would have retreated to continue observing, conducting multiple reconnaissance missions, gathering more information, and striving to find a more suitable window of opportunity.

The lord is too soft-hearted and doesn't act like a soldier; this is a consensus throughout the entire Han Hai Territory.

For these true military commanders, casualties were not a primary concern; war inevitably involves death, whether today or tomorrow.

They will either die on the charge or be intercepted.

At the commander's order, the Hanhai Vanguard Team instantly transformed into the Hanhai Expeditionary Force and launched a full-scale assault on this barrier.

First, we still need to rely on the power of the dragons.

As the strongest individual race on the continent, with the highest overall magical level, without exception, the Dragon Clan sent a silver dragon and a blue dragon this time.

Silver Dragon is the second generation of the clan, the son of the clan chief Sig Silvershine, and his name is Thrandu Silvershine.

Thrand's daughter, Leonie Silverfeather, the third-generation Silver Dragon who had never reached adulthood, finally overcame this crucial hurdle thanks to the tempering potion sent by the Vast Ocean, giving the Silver Dragon clan hope for continued existence.

Partly out of gratitude, and partly because there were no other female silver dragons left, the middle-aged bachelor dragon had no ties. Naturally, he had to step forward for such a dangerous mission.

As for the Blue Dragon, she is the younger sister of the dragon leader Blue Scale, Meridith Blue Flame.

This person had been seriously injured and was determined to have lost her fertility long ago. Among the dragons, she was the type who was not very useful to keep but was a pity to discard.

It just so happens that the silver dragon is good at wind-type and the blue dragon is good at water-type, so these two came across the sea.

They came aboard the "Wave-Treading" No. 1 ship, enjoying good food and drink along the way and conserving their energy for this very moment.

Thrandu had an earpiece clipped to his ear. Upon hearing the command, he nodded to Blue Flame and, with a sway of his slender body, shot off the platform like a silver arrow, skimming the sea surface and hurtling into the storm.

As soon as the organism entered, lightning began to surge, a stark contrast to the earlier charge by the drones or the undead army.

These lightning bolts ignore metal structures and specifically target living organisms; it's hard to understand what triggering mechanism or principle behind this.

However, the purpose is quite clear: the guy who set up this defense is mainly to block the passage of living beings.

The silver dragon Thranduil took the lead and charged into the surging storm barrier.

At this moment, the lightning seemed to have found an outlet, and more than a dozen thick, bright white bolts of lightning struck down from the clouds, precisely chasing after the silver dragon's body.

Thrandu had no time to dodge; the first bolt of lightning struck his back hard, exploding into a blinding burst of light and flame.

In the past, even if a silver dragon had a very strong body, it would still have several charred cuts if it didn't use its spiritual energy for protection. And using spiritual energy would inevitably lead to huge energy consumption.

This time, however, it was different; the silver dragon Thranduil was covered in a layer of armor.

Long after the extinction of the Forge Giants, the dragons once again had the opportunity to wear armor, but this time, it wasn't the traditional handcrafted kind.

This is a complete set of "Sky Shield" lightning protection outer armor system from Dongxia.

The entire Sky Shield is divided into three layers, inner and outer. The outermost layer is a carbon fiber material that is resistant to ablation and sharp objects, and the surface is treated with a metal particle coating. The second layer is a closed main current conduction layer, similar to a Faraday cage, which uses lightweight, highly conductive metal foil suspended on a carbon nanotube mesh.

The third layer is a mechanical buffer layer and a heat dissipation layer, fitted with highly conductive sealant and a graphite film.

To prevent potential accumulation from causing breakdown, Dongxia also installed a current conduction system on the [Sky Shield] lightning protection outer armor. If the instantaneously accumulated electrical energy is not reduced immediately, it will be conducted to the rear of the armor to drive the motor and consume the energy.

And so, the two dragons, one after the other, proceeded forward bathed in the lightning, and soon arrived at the center of the barrier.

The lightning and storms here are wilder than those on the outskirts. The swirling air currents lift the seawater hundreds of meters into the air, forming waterspouts. Between the waterspouts is a deadly web woven from countless ice crystals and lightning.

Although he didn't suffer any physical injuries, after being bombarded so many times, Thranduil felt his brain was trembling.

We've reached an extremely low pressure zone.

Breathing became extremely difficult, and my body sank uncontrollably until my abdomen touched the seawater.

Silver Dragon pushed open the breathing valve, and a large amount of fresh oxygen, with a concentration of 50%, was poured into Thrand's nasal cavity, instantly invigorating him.

It's now!

"Blue Flame! Move!"

Thranduil opened its massive maw, and silver psionic flames erupted from the depths of its throat, transforming into a straight beam of light that pierced directly into the heart of the storm ahead.

This is the wind-elemental power inherited in the bloodline of the Silver Dragon clan. It is not used for attack, but for guiding and summoning spiritual energy, thereby borrowing the most ancient elements in the world.

The wind suddenly stopped at that moment.

The swirling waterspouts seemed to be frozen in place by some invisible force, the ice crystals hovered in the air, and even the lightning seemed to slow down.

Meredith Blueflame followed closely behind, her body radiating a deep blue light as she charged forward, channeling the power of the water element—powerful, enduring, and dazzling.

Wind and water merge here, ice and thunder collide.

An arc-shaped passage, about 30 meters wide and 20 meters high, slowly took shape amidst the storm.

On the walls of the passage, silver wind-based psionic energy and blue water-based psionic energy intertwined, forming a thick psionic barrier that kept out all the lightning, ice crystals, and gales from the outside.

It's like having a transverse tunnel running through a longitudinally blocking mountain.

Because of the existence of this "tunnel," the air pressure inside the passage is rapidly recovering, and the air density is rapidly increasing, reaching 30%, 50%, and 80% in a very short time...

"The channel is stable!"

"First echelon, full speed ahead!"

This was a conditioned reflex that had been practiced dozens of times and was almost ingrained in their bones. The advance team of Han Hai created long waves and rushed forward like an arrow, skimming the surface of the sea.

These fully enclosed assault boats were also specially designed by the Dongxia military industry department for this expedition. The boats are twelve meters long and made of carbon fiber composite materials, and are used in conjunction with miniature psionic arrays. They weigh only three and a half tons, but can carry eight tons of supplies and personnel, and can reach a top speed of sixty-eight knots on the sea.

These speedboats were there to save time.

Ma Guohe, who was leading the way, was half-lying in front of the cockpit of the first assault boat, his head against the tempered glass, his eyes fixed on the passage made of psionic light screen in front of him.

These centaur warriors had already woken up from their hibernation and taken anti-vertigo drugs, essentially taking medication all the way into the Misty Continent.

Perhaps it was the intrusion of the life form that angered this mysterious barrier, and the lightning became increasingly dense. However, the two 40-meter-long dragons above the passage blocked most of the lightning that came down from above. Only a few strayed lightning bolts struck the light screen of the psionic passage, creating circles of blue ripples.

The psionic light curtain of the passage remained completely still.

This is an ultimate move equivalent to the Blue Dragon's Extreme Cold Storm, which even this mysterious supernatural barrier power cannot withstand.

"These huge things are truly outrageous!"

"They were almost wiped out by the human race. It can only be said that their strengths were too great and their weaknesses were too small!"

A volley of arrows is fired, and a hundred boats race against each other!
Thirty-six seconds later, the first assault boat traversed the passage and entered the outer sea of ​​the Misty Continent.

As Ma Guohe crossed the river, he felt a sudden sense of openness before him. The suffocating feeling of being squeezed by the storm vanished instantly. He pulled open the closed roof, and a fresh, moist, and slightly salty sea breeze swept by, invigorating the vanguard officer of the field army!
"Does this count as being the first to arrive?"

"Should we change our name to Ma Guohai from now on?"

His mind was racing, and his mouth was constantly moving.

"All boat crews deploy according to the pre-arranged plan, establish a defensive line, and provide cover for the following troops!"

The first batch of dozens of assault boats were deployed in a radial fan shape, with their radar and sonar systems operating at full power, scanning the surrounding sea area. At the same time, their weapon systems had been set up.

It must be said that this charge was quite decisive, so much so that currently, only a few scattered wind serpents are seen sweeping towards the sea.

They are about to face shoulder-fired anti-aircraft rocket launchers, man-portable recoilless rifles, 20mm dual-purpose machine guns, and Red Arrow anti-aircraft missile launchers mounted on the stern of assault boats.

On the sea, the first row of wind snakes, still oblivious, had already swooped down to attack range.

They are incredibly fast, their streamlined bodies drawing long arcs in the air, their enormous wings creating white streaks as they skim low over the sea, and their swung tails emitting sharp, piercing whistles.

It opened its big mouth.

Then, they ran head-on into the vast sea of ​​firepower.

Six shoulder-fired anti-aircraft rocket launchers fired simultaneously, the rockets trailing orange-red flames as they hurtled toward the target at speeds exceeding Mach 2.

These munitions were also special products of the Dongxia military industry. The warheads were not filled with conventional explosives, but with high-explosive armor-piercing rounds with high-temperature combustion effects, making them weapons for special attacks against carbon-based biological targets.

A rocket struck precisely into the wide-open mouth of the lead wind serpent.

The wind serpent seemed to have something stuck in its throat. It shook its head slightly in discomfort, made a forced swallowing motion, and then a muffled explosion came from inside its body.

A blinding fireball burst forth, exploding into a dazzling display of fireworks in mid-air.

(End of this chapter)