In the name of supernatural powers

Chapter 142 Giant Beast Landing
Ant Ridge, an outpost.

When Lu Zhao woke up, he felt itchy all over. When he removed the gauze, he saw that the wound had already scabbed over.

"Liu Qiang".

Lu Zhao called out, but no one responded.

A moment later, the military doctor walked in and was startled to see Lu Zhao wake up and sit up.

"Station Chief Lu, you can't just sit up like that with your injuries... Huh? How did this injury heal so quickly? Even a second-tier superhuman shouldn't heal this fast, right?"

He saw that when Lu Zhao removed the gauze, the area was covered with brown scabs.

Lu Zhao explained, "Last night, Mayor Zhao gave me a bottle of healing potion, and I should be able to move around now."

As he spoke, he tried to get out of bed, his joints still aching slightly.

According to the military doctor's examination, Lu Zhao's health has not yet fully recovered.

The treatment is not a magic potion; it's impossible for you to be cured overnight after drinking it.

Lu Zhao could only go out with a cane, and the soldiers he encountered along the way saluted him.

He has undoubtedly earned everyone's respect.

Suddenly, golden light shone outside the wall.

Lu Zhao climbed up the wall and saw that another group of monsters was attacking from outside the river.

One of them, judging from its size, was probably a second-tier demonic beast, and was cleaved in two by Zhao De with a single sword strike.

The other ordinary monsters were dealt with by the soldiers using guns.

While third-tier transcendent beings are indeed powerful, they cannot be used as nuclear-powered oxen or horses. It is unrealistic to expect them to handle all kinds of monsters, large and small.

But it is truly strong.

Lu Zhao watched from the wall for an hour, until the battle ended.

'I wish I also had a supernatural power with direct lethality.'

Although his supernatural abilities were superior to Zhao De's in the federal evaluation system, their destructive power was not readily apparent.

After clearing out the second-tier monsters, Zhao De returned to the outpost. He leaped more than ten meters high, like a martial arts master, and jumped onto the wall in the blink of an eye.

He landed gracefully, and Lu Zhao could observe that the other's Qi was supporting his body.

'Is this some kind of light-footed skill?'

The second level can only control Qi, while the third level is like a furnace, with Qi gushing out like a raging fire.

Zhao De glanced at Lu Zhao and, seeing that he was still somewhat weak, said, "It may take some time for the treatment medicine to be absorbed, so you don't need to stand guard today."

"Yes."

Lu Zhao raised his hand in salute.

Zhao De asked, "The heavy rain has subsided, but the water level doesn't seem to have dropped. Is this the case every year?"

Lu Zhao glanced at the riverbank below, where there was a stone measuring tape indicating a water level of 6 meters.

He shook his head and said, "In previous years, the highest water level was only five meters. Today is particularly strange. It seems like the water is flowing against us."

Zhao De frowned, but then stopped dwelling on it.

He can't very well go abroad to check on the situation.

"A batch of supplies will be delivered at noon. It's the responsibility of the village's grain and farmers' association that you organized. You'll be in charge of receiving them."

noon.

A group of young and middle-aged men from the countryside slowly approached the outpost along the rugged mountain path.

They carried baskets filled with ammunition and food.

The leader was a young man of about twenty-four. Lu Zhao recognized him at a glance as Zhao Lizhi's son, Zhao Hao.

I've had dinner with him twice before, and I heard he works in a factory in the city.

He excitedly waved to Lu Zhao and said:
"Brother Lu, do you still remember me? I'm the eldest son of the Zhao family."

"My memory isn't that bad."

Lu Zhao asked, "How is Uncle Zhao?"

Zhao Hao's expression darkened, and he replied, "My father was doing disaster relief work a while ago, and he was accidentally swept away by the flood. He hasn't been found yet."

Lu Zhao was clearly taken aback for a moment, his pupils contracted slightly, but then quickly returned to normal.

We are still at war; this is not the time to lament the passing of autumn or the coming of spring.

He patted Zhao Hao on the shoulder and said, "Come work at the border station in the future. I'm planning to expand our recruitment there."

At 2 p.m., helicopters began dropping supplies.

The outpost's supplies gradually increased, and it established simple contact with the outside world.

On August 13th, Lu Zhao's injuries were fully recovered, leaving a very noticeable scar on the lower half of his right cheek.

It's about the thickness of a finger, and extends upwards from the jaw like a canine tooth, about half a finger's length.

This detracted from his handsome appearance and added a touch of fierceness, making Lu Zhao look more like a battle-hardened warrior.

For the next three days, all was calm.

They did encounter more and more demonic beasts and high-level demonic beasts, but with Zhao De present, the defensive pressure decreased significantly.

When facing second- and third-tier monsters, there is basically no need for any casualties.

Extraordinary power is necessary.

This further strengthened Lu Zhao's determination to achieve perfection in both physical and spiritual cultivation, and he studied the Dao Palace whenever he had free time.
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August 16th.

South China Sea East Road, Tuen Mun Military Town.

Smoke filled the air, flames raged, and massive coastal artillery bombarded the area relentlessly.

Yesterday, the water monsters breached the shore for three kilometers; today, human warriors have recaptured the position.

Third-tier monsters seemed to come out of the water all the time, as if they were free.

Millions of frog-like beasts leaped from the water, surging in like a tsunami. On the human positions, thousands of heavy machine guns spat fire, their barrels glowing red-hot.

After the frog-like beasts retreated, it was the rock-spined sea urchins' turn. The human positions were already prepared with countermeasures, with countless soldiers wielding flamethrowers that spewed flames dozens of meters high.

The rays of the boiling barnacles pierced the position, while the massive shells from the shore artillery shattered the coral shells. Compared to the battle at Ant Ridge in the distance, the regular army's weapons were of a wide variety, and they used their overwhelming firepower to overwhelm the water beasts.

However, because they could not predict when the beast tide in the Ancient God Realm would subside, they were caught in a protracted war of attrition.

On the northwest front, a three-headed crocodile charged wildly toward the position, bullets hitting its body sending sparks flying.

Coastal artillery is attacking other areas and cannot provide fire support in the short term.

At this point, high-ranking federal superhumans are needed to intercept and kill them.

"This is position 018. There is a Tier 3 armored crocodile and two Tier 2 armored crocodiles running towards us. We have no armored forces to fight them off. Requesting backup! Requesting backup!"

The officers on the position used a landline to call for help.

To counter interference from the ancient god circle, the Tuen Mun garrison had pre-installed telephone lines in every position. Some lines might be cut off during fighting, but most would remain operational even during intense combat.

Even if the connection is cut, there are specially deployed vehicles that can speed over by simply running a telephone line through them.

This old-fashioned method has been used for ten years and is still the most practical today.

The reply from the other end of the phone was: "Received, a soldier has been dispatched."

"It's too late! We need shore artillery support! Can soldiers fly faster than artillery shells?!"

The officer roared, and the next moment his hair stood on end strangely, and he felt a chill run down his spine.

A bolt of lightning, traveling at 500 meters per second from the distant shore artillery position, crossed the position and struck the charging crocodile directly.

Boom!

The thunder roared, drowning out everything, and countless arcs of electricity stretched towards the sky, like a lotus flower blooming.

The head of a crocodile disappeared, and its flesh and blood fell like rain in mid-air.

The soldiers on the position peeked out and saw only a figure with long hair reaching her waist, holding up the thunderbolt in one hand and pressing down on her military cap to prevent it from being blown away with the other.

The remaining two crocodiles paused briefly, then lunged at them from both sides, baring their teeth and claws.

The female officer crushed the lightning in her palm, and bolts of violent lightning swept across the surroundings, instantly turning the two armored crocodiles into ashes.

The officers and soldiers on the position were stunned.

From the moment the call for help was made to the arrival of reinforcements and the end of the battle, the entire process took less than half a minute. The Tier 3 Armored Crocodile was as soft as clay, dying instantly.

Such a commotion also attracted other high-level superhumans.

The thunder was deafening, almost engulfing the entire battlefield. The power of the lightning was also extremely violent; in an instant, the hair of almost everyone on the battlefield stood on end.

At the distant command post, Chen Yunming, witnessing this scene, exclaimed in surprise, "Is this the Five Thunder Divine Power?"

He cast a probing glance at Liu Hanwen.

Thunder symbolizes the most yang and masculine power in the world, and since ancient times, thunder has been the supreme force of killing and destruction.

There is only one sequence of supernatural powers associated with it, which is the mastery of the Five Thunders by the Thirty-Six Heavenly Generals.

If the Earthly Fiends Divine Power is the ticket to the Marquis of Wu, then the Heavenly Gang Divine Power is the certificate to enter the Hall of Martial Virtue.

Any powerful individual who has mastered the Heavenly Divine Power can speak with authority in the Hall of Martial Virtue. For any aspiring expert, mastering the Heavenly Divine Power is a fundamental requirement.

The previous owner of the Heavenly Gang Five Thunders was the Supreme Marshal of the Federation, who sacrificed himself ten years ago.

The life bone that coalesced after death was too powerful, and no successor could be found, so it had to be cut apart by some means.

The Federation has been searching for the successor of the Five Thunders for years, and this little girl is probably one of them.

Liu Hanwen replied noncommittally, "Otherwise, why do you think Tang Zishan would take her as his disciple? He has been in charge of the Chishui Army for so many years, and he has never had the idea of ​​taking on a disciple."

Tang Zishan, Commander-in-Chief of the Chishui Army, a Federal General, and the second-in-command of the army.

People of their caliber typically seek successors. Otherwise, no one will inherit their political legacy, and future generations will be unable to benefit from it.

Like Liu Hanwen, Tang Zishan had no descendants or direct blood relatives.

If it weren't for Lin Zhiyan, Liu Hanwen wouldn't be in a hurry to find a successor. He might also be more domineering in his daily life; if Chen Yunming dared to talk back to him, he would slap him twice.

There are veteran comrades who have done this before. Among the major political bureaus of the Federation, the most prestigious one is the Marquis of Wu, who has no descendants.

Chen Yunming asked, "Does Chief Liu know how many successors there are?"

Liu Hanwen shrugged and said, "It's a top federal secret. You're asking me, but I don't know either."

He could actually guess that it was just the little girl.

Otherwise, why haven't there been any extraordinary individuals related to thunder for so many years, and then suddenly one appears?
Inheriting the Five Thunder Bone is a matter of life and death, even after being cut open.

Tang Zishan might be watching from the shadows.

Rumble!
Suddenly the earth shook, and four huge bulges rose from the sea, revealing enormous figures hundreds of meters tall.

Eyes the size of a moon disc look down upon all living beings and gaze upon the land of China.

Liu Hanwen and Chen Yunming's expressions changed, and then they disappeared from the spot without prior arrangement.

Immediately afterwards, a loud bang echoed for miles, illuminating half of the sky in the eastern part of the South China Sea.

Meanwhile, 2,200 kilometers away.

A colossal beast climbed onto the Indochina Peninsula, its massive body, stretching tens of thousands of meters, carrying giant waves that washed over everything on the shore.

Human settlements were swallowed by the tsunami, houses were swept away, and countless people struggled desperately in the water.

In just a moment, at least 30,000 people died in the Miye Sanjiang area.

The giant beast raised its head and let out an ethereal cry, like that of a whale.

Or rather, it's a whale.

He climbed the earth, crushed cities, and shattered mountains.

There were also martial arts masters at the Martial Marquis level in Miye Sanjiang. They initially tried to stop them, but when they realized they might get hurt, they turned around and ran away.

Ordinary people are like weeds; if this area dies, we can just buy some more from other areas.

Relying on the land of China, they do not depend on ordinary people for food; they only need some people to serve them and to demonstrate their supreme power.

Apart from that, ordinary people are just consumables.

The other superhumans who could run also fled for their lives.

Almost no one would choose to provide disaster relief.

(End of this chapter)