I, The Dragon Overlord

Chapter 453 - Terran Civilization Energy Source

“Sir, this is a message from Japan.”

A young officer walked into a villa and respectfully handed over a piece of paper.

The old man did not take the paper. He just leaned back in his chair and half-squinted his eyes.

“My old friend is performing a ritual in the shrine, right?”

The young officer hesitated for a moment before he stood up straight, “Yes, sir! I was sent from above to ask you what we should do, and we expect to receive your guidance.”

“Just make your own decision. As for my old friend, he has no other desire. His only goal is to restore the people's faith in Amaterasu Omikami. There is no need to worry about him. He is not interested in earthly power just like me.”

The old man spoke in a soft voice, but the words that came from his mouth made the officer's face red with shame and embarrassment. What the upper echelons of the Chinese government were worried about was indeed power. Those who are in charge, they were willing to lose everything, but they could never live without power. This was how poisonous power was.

“I understand, sir! I will report your suggestion to the top.”

The old man closed his eyes without saying anything more. The officer saluted and retreated with slow steps.

At this time, Louie had already started to manipulate ‘Typhon’ that was wreaking havoc on the North American continent, ready to use it to complete another plan of his own.

……

The searing hot lava seemed to never cool down. The river that continued to flow was attempting to submerge the legions of tanks in front of it. The human steel seemed overwhelmed in the face of the supernatural, the face of the greatness of nature.

The tracks of the tank melted under the rushing stream of lava and even the steel-made behemoths were gradually being invaded by the heat of the lava.

“AHHHH—”

The personnel inside the tanks screamed miserably. The external armor simply could not expel the heat that reached thousands of degrees. The human flesh was slowly baked by the riding temperature. First was the roasted smell of meat, and then turned into burnt bones.

“Retreat, everyone quickly, leave this place to a higher altitude. We simply can not stop this monster. We can’t even get close to it!”

The commander of the American Armed Corps ordered his soldiers to retreat after seeing the miserable state of the tanks at the forefront. He no longer cared whether he would be court-martialed for running away. Facing a monster that humans could not stop, the commander was not willing to sacrifice his own soldiers that were like his sons and daughters, especially on this unnecessary battlefield.

In fact, the commander could tell that if Typhon wanted to enter downtown Los Angeles, the entire army standing against it would not be able to stop it. Typhon was simply a moving natural disaster, a walking volcano. It was laughable to try any further.

“Roar—”

Typhon simply ignored the fleeing ants. It just continued roaring, and with every roar, there would be new volcanoes forming from the ground and erupting with brilliant orange. In Greek mythology, volcanoes were called Typhon’s fury, and at this moment, that myth was embodied to the fullest.

The eastern suburbs of Los Angeles were completely turned into a scorched hell. A quarter of the entire Los Angeles has fallen and turned into ashes.

As the second largest city in the United States, even the destruction of its suburbs was big news. The resulting economic losses were not low. The only good news among the bad news was that the number of casualties was less than imagined due to the place being a suburb.

After driving away a group of helicopters and armored tanks that were in front of him, Typhon continued to take a firm step in its direction of interest, a valley within high mountains. Inside was precisely a ballistic missile base hidden by the United States of America.

“Typhon has moved away from Los Angeles and is heading for our ballistic missile base!”

The observer in the Pentagon shouted. Both the president and the military brass were relieved to hear this news.

They looked at each other and smiled bitterly. When did the great United States actually feel happy that their enemy was going to attack their own military base? The world was truly changing very fast. It was moving so fast that no one could react at all, so fast that the United States of America had not yet changed its status from hegemony to being a chick bullied by supernatural forces.

“Mr. President, do we need to move away the nuclear materials in the base?”

“Is there time?”

“There should be no problem if we hurry.”

Hearing the Defense Minister’s answer, the President hesitated for a moment before saying, “Don’t move it all, just move half of it and leave the remaining half to Typhon. Its goal is most likely the nuclear materials.”

“Typhon’s goal… Oh no, I remembered that there is something else in this military base!”

An elderly general exclaimed. He hastily grabbed a computer with his own access to the United States internal network and opened a picture, “... This is a metal canister that once appeared in the research base in Sonora Desert, Arizona. We were able to excavate an identical object in Yellowstone Park and bring it to this military base for research.”

“I don’t know if you all remember it, but that metal canister in the base of Sonora Desert changed and from it came the ‘Demon King of Thanksgiving’.”

The words of this general made others look blank. They remembered the incident that once happened in the Sonoran Desert base. A mysterious jar suddenly transformed into the dead souls of Indians and became a demon king. Those dead souls also named the dragon scale that was being studied as something that came from the incarnation of Satan.

Now, it seemed that the metal can-like thing was probably related to ‘demons’ and other such existences. Otherwise, why would a metal can in the Sonora Desert become the incarnation of Indian resentment? Now, Typhons was heading to the military base that was keeping the metal can.

“In that case, I suspect that Typhon might not be coming for the nuclear material, but for this metal canister… Why didn’t you destroy such a terrible thing?! Could it be that you are still playing around with that dangerous thing?”

The president glared at the aged general, the same as the other people in the room.

“The general wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, “No, Mr. President! After the incident with Jupiter LXVI, everything that was considered dangerous was destroyed or sealed. As for this metal canister, we used many means to destroy it, but we couldn’t. As a result, we had no choice but to dig a pit and bury it underground.”

Hearing the General’s words, the President of the United States said with an idea, “... If Typhon is really after this material, can’t we just take it away from the mainland and send it to other countries? Maybe Typhon would leave the United States of America and go elsewhere?”

The crowd in the Pentagon looked at the president with consternation, applauding him for coming up with such a mischievous plan.

“S-sir, we might not be able to do it. At that time, we had buried the metal canister hundreds of meters below ground just to be safe. We don’t have the time to dig it up again.”

The general said with a bitter smile.

The people in the room could not restrain their expression of disappointment. That was to say that their plans to lure Typhon to the East had failed before they even started.

The President of the USA gritted his teeth, but he also knew that this was not the general’s fault. After forcing down the bitterness in his heart, only then did he look at the picture on the computer.

The metal canister in the picture was the energy source of the Terran Civilization!