Dragon Raja: The Divine Man Lu Mingfei

Chapter 112 When Gattuso Cries, All Are Killed (Part 4)

The piercing alarm had been ringing in the command center of the Hall of Green Mountains for a full ten minutes. On the monitor screens covering the walls, the green dots representing our own units were visibly going out in patches. The distress signals from the last few armored squads, accompanied by piercing static, intermittently squeezed through the communication channels.

"Vice Patriarch! Ground forces have suffered over 50% casualties! All armored positions have been breached! At this rate, the remaining ground forces will be wiped out in less than ten minutes, just like the air force before them!"

The deputy head of the family stared intently at the main screen, watching as armored vehicles and tanks were devoured like paper by the fiery black shadow. The veins on his forehead bulged as if they were about to burst through his skin.

"Damn it!" He grabbed the communicator again, roaring at the top of his lungs, "Everyone, listen up! Sword of Damocles, charge and aim immediately! Prepare to strike the target directly!"

"No! Deputy Patriarch!" The family's top technical officer, standing beside him, rushed forward, his face deathly pale, and grabbed his wrist, his voice trembling uncontrollably. "That thing's movement speed has exceeded our radar tracking limit! The Sword of Damocles' precision lock-on system simply can't track its trajectory! To hit it, we can only activate the highest-level, large-area saturation kill mode!"

The entire command center fell into a deathly silence. No one knew better than these core members of Gattuso's leadership how terrifying the so-called Sword of Damocles' maximum saturation damage mode was. It was said to possess terrifying destructive power capable of destroying a city, its power comparable to a nuclear bomb. However, unlike a nuclear bomb, it did not produce radioactive contamination, and its focus was more on penetrating power than its area of ​​effect.

In reality, the Gattuso family, after a thousand years of development, has long since extended its reach to the world's most advanced military industry, even possessing the authority to deploy nuclear weapons. The reason they are not using them now is mainly because...

"Are you insane?!" The deputy patriarch abruptly shoved the other's hand away, spitting almost onto the other's face. His furious roar made everyone's eardrums vibrate. "At that thing's speed, a saturation attack wouldn't even scratch it. In the end, it would only blast our blind manor to smithereens! Do you want everyone we see to perish with it?"

"What else can we do?!" The high-ranking officer roared, his eyes reddening, pointing at the constantly fading green dot on the screen. "Are we just going to watch it devour all the ground troops and then storm into the core area and tear us all to shreds?!"

The deputy patriarch's chest heaved violently as he gritted his teeth, staring at the bouncing black shadow on the screen. His knuckles dug deep dents into the communicator's casing. After a moment's thought, he abruptly looked up and ordered across the entire channel: "On my command! Assemble all operational ground vehicles in the Northwest Open Area No. 3!"

"Vice Patriarch! What are you trying to do—" The combat advisor standing behind him reacted instantly, his pupils shrinking.

"That's right." The deputy head of the family's voice was as cold as iron. His fingertip slammed into the open area marked on the screen. "That thing has been chasing and attacking tanks and armored vehicles ever since it landed, clearly treating them like toys. We'll use these vehicles as bait to confine its activity to this area, Open Area Three. Notify the weapons room to keep the Sword of Damocles fully charged. Adjust its firing range to avoid affecting the manor. As soon as the target enters the preset coordinates, open fire immediately. No need to ask me for permission again!"

After the deputy head of the family gave the order, the armored vehicles, which had been scattered and maneuvering, immediately changed direction and converged on the open ground. The silly dog, Farm Tools, clearly didn't notice anything amiss and was still happily chasing after the various vehicles, chewing and munching on them.

The deputy patriarch stared intently at the chariots being devoured on the screen, showing no sign of distress.

From the initial aerial formations that were swallowed up to the ground armor currently being destroyed, none of the pilots in these vehicles were official members of the Gattuso family. They were all artificial undead created by the family in their underground laboratory using forbidden dragon blood technology.

They were created by forcibly injecting diluted dragon blood into living people. The proportion of dragon blood was far lower than that of regular Deadpools, so they would not fall into complete madness. However, after being recreated, they could absolutely obey all the family's orders and still retain the basic intelligence to drive vehicles and operate equipment.

For so many years, they have been Gattuso's expendable tools hidden in the shadows; now, it is time for them to play their final role.

All the technicians in the command room stopped what they were doing, and dozens of eyes simultaneously locked onto the movement trajectory on the screen, watching the black shadow enveloped in firelight unnoticed as it stepped into the deadly area they had circled with countless decoy tanks.

With only ten meters left to the core strike point, the deputy patriarch's pupils contracted continuously as the shadow moved, his heart leaped into his throat, and he dared not even breathe too forcefully.

...All locked parameters have been calibrated.

The strike coordinates and the target location completely overlap.

The system automatically confirmed that the launch permission was granted.

"emission!"

Above the heavens, in near-Earth orbit.

The Skywatch satellite platform glided silently at an altitude of 10,000 meters, while the Gattuso family's ultimate weapon, the god-slaying Sword of Damocles, hovered silently directly above the target coordinates. Six kinetic warheads, crafted from tungsten-uranium alloy, were neatly arranged in the launch slots, like sleeping death itself.

The moment the launch command was given, the first warhead detached from the locking device. There was no flame, no roar, only the enormous thrust released by the electromagnetic rail, which propelled the several-ton metal rod into the atmosphere at an initial velocity of eleven kilometers per second.

The warhead pierced the vacuum and plunged into the dense atmosphere. The intense air friction instantly heated its surface to thousands of degrees Celsius. The originally black tungsten steel rod began to undergo a phase transition, and the outer material vaporized and ionized at high temperatures, forming a dazzling and deadly plasma halo.

It was no longer a metal rod, but an artificial meteor falling from the sky, trailing a long tail of flame, tearing through the clouds and emitting a deafening sonic boom.

The farm implements chasing an armored vehicle on the ground looked up at the rapidly falling meteor. There was no fear or panic in its eyes, only a faint curiosity.

达摩克利斯之剑距离地面越来越近，50公里、30公里、10公里、5公里、3公里.

Just one kilometer from the ground, the farm implement finally made its next move. It looked up at the sky, opened its mouth, like a wolf king howling at the heavens, but made no sound, as if it were waiting to be fed.

Then, an unbelievable scene unfolded: the colossal beam, carrying earth-shattering kinetic energy, seemingly capable of flattening even mountains...

The large metal rod abruptly stopped in mid-air, only a few hundred meters above the ground.

Immediately afterward, the front half of the bullet vanished into thin air, leaving behind a neat ring of teeth marks at the break, as if it had been viciously bitten off by an invisible giant dragon's mouth. Then, the remaining half of the bullet also disappeared into thin air.

Only the farm tools remained standing on the ground, but its mouth kept opening and closing, as if it were chewing something. Then, with a movement of its throat, it swallowed it and finally let out a satisfied burp.

Silence returned, as if nothing had happened.