Dragon Raja 5; Chapter 246: For Your Majesty (61)

Dragon Raja 5

“Wild snakes can even eat once a year, and they can endure longer in low temperatures. They are not hungry yet, so the three of us have to draw lots to decide who to eat first.” Jiude Mai frowned.

The latter sentence was a joke, but the former was true. The snakes seemed to have collectively entered hibernation, and no sound could be heard. You might even mistakenly think that you just misheard and there were no snakes outside at all.

After a moment of silence, Finger suddenly remembered something, “But the generator is still running… Can’t they feel the vibration of the generator?”

Caesar was startled. The generators at this research station were running at minimum power. The generators were located beneath the ice, secured to the ice shelf by extra-long bolts. Even the slightest vibration would be transmitted to the snakes’ bellies. Yet these giant snakes seemed completely unaware.

At this moment, the sound of scales scraping against the wall was heard. It was a giant snake swimming extremely slowly past the door. The slowness reminded people of people walking cautiously, not daring to make any sound.

The snakes weren’t asleep! They were likely all awake, but remained silent for some reason. They must have felt the vibrations of the generators but ignored them. They might even have noticed Caesar and the others.

What could possibly have caused the snakes to act so strangely? Even if the giant snakes possessed intelligence superior to that of ordinary snakes, they wouldn’t have needed to use it on these three. Catching them would be like catching a mouse.

“It’s because of Leviathan. Leviathan is coming!” Caesar said suddenly.

He never turned off the “Sickle Weasel” and all the sounds around him, including the heartbeat of each giant snake, were under his monitoring.

Hibernating animals should have slow heartbeats, but these snakes’ heartbeats grew faster and faster, like war drums. As a deep song approached, the heartbeats grew faster and faster.

That was… the song of Leviathan.

Unlike the ancient and solemn singing they had heard before, the singing was melodious, relaxing, and pastoral, passing right under their feet.

That ancient giant whale, or dragon, was swimming beneath the ice shelf of the research station, stirring up slow but powerful ocean currents. Caesar initially worried about the Leviathan’s frigidity, wondering if the station’s polyester walls would withstand it. But then he realized that this time, the Leviathan hadn’t released its Word Spirit. The whale song was merely a conversation with the whale pod. Dozens of giant whales were following the whale king. If the Leviathan released its Word Spirit, it would easily break through its own frozen layer, but the whales following it would undoubtedly freeze to death in the deep sea.

One of Rebalko’s statements was actually verified. Leviathan might really be the whale king in the Arctic Circle. This was its travel ceremonial procession, just like hundreds of attendants on horseback following the king’s carriage.

The sharp decline in the number of whales in the Arctic Circle was not because they are afraid of being preyed upon by Leviathan, but because for some reason they was swimming after Leviathan.

When God comes, his servants will of course wait with bated breath, and the snakes dare not make the slightest sound.

Leviathan swam around the research station, which seemed to be its destination. However, the ice shelf below the research station was tens of meters thick, and breaking through it seemed unimaginable.

The snakes remained silent, Leviathan sang and swam leisurely, and the research station was surrounded by a mysterious and tranquil atmosphere, as if the world had just been created and all things were in their place.

The ground suddenly shook violently, like a powerful earthquake. Caesar and the other three, caught off guard, fell to the ground. Logically, the shaking of the ice and the vibrations of their falls should have been enough to alert the giant snakes outside, but the awakened serpents remained quietly crouching. Leviathan and its whales pounded the ice shelf with their hard, heavy bodies. They dived deep underwater, accelerated upward, and when they neared the ice shelf, they suddenly turned and swung their tails. Caesar had heard that a giant whale’s tail swing could shatter a small boat, but he had never imagined they would resort to such a primitive and barbaric method to destroy the ice shelf.

The heaviest impact, naturally, came from Leviathan, whose every impact cracked the ice shelf. While this million-year-old ice shelf still maintained its majestic form, its interior was already riddled with cracks. The combination of these cracks, stress, and the impact of whales had the ice shelf showing signs of breaking. Such events were not uncommon in the Arctic and Antarctic. In today’s global warming world, a crack often splits the million-year-old ice, and an ice shelf the size of a small country drifts southward along the ocean currents.

The research station could not withstand such an impact. Cracks appeared on the polyester fiber walls and the high-hardness aluminum alloy frame made a harsh bending sound.

Caesar and his companions looked out through the cracks in the wall, and all they saw were dark green scales. The entire research station was filled with giant snakes, like a can of sardines.

What was strange that the group of snakes remained silent, but their heartbeats were getting faster and faster.

Sea water poured in from the cracks in the ice, like a geyser erupting. The cracks created by the whale group finally penetrated the entire ice shelf. It would not be long before the ice shelf would break into small icebergs.

At this moment, the snakes suddenly began to move. They swarmed out, swam down along the ice cracks, and fell into the icy sea. Their underwater mobility was no less than that of a giant whale, and after entering the water, they swam at high speed.

In an instant, there was not a single snake left in the research station. Only Caesar and the other three were left sitting on the shaking ground – it felt like a sinking ship – in inexplicable fear.

“Are they…are they going to have a party underwater?” asked Finger.

The three people stumbled out of the scientific research station. Outside, the ground was shaking and sea water was gushing out from the cracks in the ice like a geyser.

For Mai Jude and Finger, the brutal fight was invisible, but the sound fragments brought back by the sickle-weavers were interwoven into a magnificent picture in Caesar’s mind.     

The giant snakes stabbed their fangs into Leviathan’s body, presumably injecting poison and acid along the way. Then, they coiled their bodies around Leviathan. Leviathan roared in anger—Caesar could only infer it was a roar, as the low whale song suddenly rose to a high pitch—and twisted violently, trying to free himself from the snakes. But the giant snakes clung to him like thick steel cables. The acid corroded and magnified the wounds, sending a torrent of blood into the sea. The water gushing from the cracks in the ice took on a bloody hue, and the ice shelf beneath his feet shifted from bluish-white to blood-red. Mixed with the snakes’ blood, the Leviathan, entwined with the snakes, slammed fiercely into the iceberg’s base, scraping against the snakes with the sharp protrusions. The snakes’ scales could deflect ordinary bullets, but the violent scraping also had a devastating effect on them.