Dragon Raja 3; Chapter 141: The Sea of Hidden Dragons (8)

Dragon Raja 3

“If you’re the only one left alive among the three of us, don’t feel guilty about it. It’s not your fault that Caesar and I are in trouble. Try again to win over Nono; I feel she’s actually a very vulnerable girl. Losing Caesar would make her very sad,” Chu Zihang walked toward the pressurized chamber. “You still have unfulfilled goals, unlike me; I have no more goals.”

“Senior brother, do you like the Little Dragon Girl?” Lu Mingfei asked in a hoarse voice.

“Do you call her the Little Dragon Girl?” Chu Zihang closed the pressure chamber door behind him.

“Ten minutes have already passed, and the Trieste hasn’t reignited the nuclear power chamber,” Sakura said. “We must go into battle first. The sonar shows that large groups of Corpse Guardians are approaching the surface at a speed far quicker than we imagined; they will emerge in two minutes.”

“Don’t hold back on ammo; intercept every single one,” Chisei said slowly. “Although they are our ancestors, they have become monsters devoid of humanity, only possessing the will to kill. I would rather stain this sea with blood than allow any of their corpses to flow out!”

“Understood. But if the nuclear power chamber can’t be detonated, even if we exhaust ourselves, we can’t kill all the Corpse Guardians. Besides, according to Mr. Masamune, there may be even more troublesome things in the divine tomb aside from the Corpse Guardians.”

“That’s how battlefields are; even when facing thousands of troops, a single warrior with a sword and a piece of solid ground stands their ground without retreating,” Chisei said. “Moreover, I still believe in those guys.”

The warning lights on the floating platform began to spin, and searchlights rotated as well. A violent storm raged across the sea, illuminating the boiling ocean. The ammunition belt slid into the chamber, torpedoes were preheated, and hive rockets began to spin idly. The alarm sounded increasingly dense, and everyone’s gaze was fixed on the sea. The dark sea swayed, causing the floating platform to shake, as if a tremendous force was building below, ready to tear apart the ocean at any moment. Yasha loaded red shotgun shells into her double-barreled shotgun, and the Crow used tape to bind two long magazines and insert them into his submachine gun. By flipping the magazine, he could continue firing. This was the wisdom of gang shootouts, as they couldn’t customize long magazines like soldiers; so, they used tape to solve the problem. Sakura stood empty-handed; she was a weapon herself.

“The weapons in your hands can’t compare to the heavy equipment of the Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain Groups. What are you planning to do with shotguns?” Chisei looked at Yasha and the Crow.

“I don’t know, but it’s better to have something in hand that makes it look like we’re here to do serious business!” Yasha rubbed her hands together. “We are directly under the young master; we can’t just sit around.”

Chisei snorted, feeling a bit happy to have some fools around him at a time like this.

He put on his headset and listened to Miyamoto Shio’s countdown. At this moment, in the monitoring room at the center of the Sumeru Throne, the large screen displayed the sonar scanning results, with hundreds and thousands of light points rapidly rising from the seabed. The barrier formed by deep-water bombs was positioned 100 meters underwater, with the dense light points forming a mesh structure.

“It’s starting…” Miyamoto Shio said quietly as the light points rising from the seabed collided with the deep-water bomb barrier. Miyamoto Shio was the inventor of the deep-water bombs; he knew their effectiveness well. He could imagine that in the 100 meters of seawater beneath his feet, the deep-water bombs would chain-react, each releasing brilliant flames and tens of thousands of hard steel balls. These steel balls were constrained to a plane, and their explosion trajectories were perfect circles. Any living beings passing through these large circular paths would be cut apart.

People on the water’s surface saw radiant light beneath the sea, as if fire was burning upwards from below. Half a second later, the shockwave from the deep-water bombs reached the surface, sending white waves soaring into the sky.

“Survival rate at 46%!” Miyamoto Shio shouted. “There are 46% of the Corpse Guardians surviving!”

From the white waves, steel-blue bodies leaped out of the water. Including their serpent-like long tails, those towering Corpse Guardians were over five meters long. When they swung their tails, they resembled dragons in their agility. Their speed as they surged from the surface reached over 60 kilometers per hour, and the tremendous impact propelled them to heights of three or even five meters before they fell back into the sea. But in that moment of floating, the Wind Group’s “Wasp Tail” machine guns began to fire, a rain of bullets pouring from the sky onto the surface of the sea, hitting the hard bodies of the Corpse Guardians and splattering dense sparks. Many Corpse Guardians were almost forced back into the sea by the bullet rain. The torpedoes from the water police boats had already been launched; these small torpedoes were nimble and powerful, leaving white streaks on the water’s surface. The triple-barreled naval gun was the main offensive weapon, roaring deafeningly.

Chisei shot down the exposed Corpse Guardians from a height. His heavy sniper rifle, while not as large in caliber as the naval guns, was guaranteed to kill with a direct hit.

“The second wave is here!” Miyamoto Shio shouted.

There was no time to set up the deep-water bomb barrier again, so the second wave of Corpse Guardians encountered no obstacles. Hundreds more steel-blue bodies leaped from the surface, some twisting their bodies to land on the water police boats, using their powerful long tails to wrap around the flamethrowing naval guns, twisting the barrels. The turret of the naval gun exploded immediately, and the gunners were turned to ashes, while the Corpse Guardians thrown out by the flames fell back into the sea, immediately diving down again. The waters below were filled with hunters that were half-human, half-serpent. They realized they were facing slaughter, and the killing instincts inherited from the dragons revived instantly, turning to attack the most vulnerable target, the water police boats.

Chisei continued to fire. For the moment, these creatures posed no threat to the Sumeru Throne, but if wave after wave of Corpse Guardians continued to emerge from the sea… there would be no survivors.

Lu Mingfei watched as the lung snails gradually threatened to submerge both Caesar and Chu Zihang, while he sat alone in the cockpit, his hands and feet cold. He desperately wanted to do something but felt powerless; he hadn’t even learned how to use the Zeppelin gear.

The lung snails attached to the exterior of the Lenin likely weighed several hundred tons; falling on a person could easily kill them. Chu Zihang was trying to crawl toward Caesar, but he was even farther from the nuclear power chamber than Caesar. When he fell into the pile of lung snails, the current had swept him off course, and his landing wasn’t as fortunate as Caesar’s. According to the instructions, the Zeppelin gear could only support him for five minutes, designed for emergency repairs on the submersible’s hull, but now Caesar’s gear had expired for seven minutes, and Chu Zihang’s had expired for two minutes. Caesar was completely unconscious, and Chu Zihang’s vital signs were worsening; he was relying on his hyperventilation to support himself, but in such extreme conditions, the effectiveness of hyperventilation was limited.

The chances were dwindling. Like a ball, Chu Zihang continued to paddle his arms in the pile of lung snails. Although he knew he was doing his best, Lu Mingfei couldn’t help but find it amusing. He often felt he couldn’t understand the explosive senior brother; he was clearly the type who didn’t care much about anything, yet as long as he had a shred of strength left, he would go all out, never letting even a glimmer of hope slip away. Chu Zihang finally broke through the lung snail pile in front of him and grabbed the handrail on Caesar’s gear. He tried to tie the spherical Caesar to his gear, but how could two spheres move together?

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