Chapter 230
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Chapter 230: Survivors of the Ancient Castle
Even though the gold giant dragon was still wild and unruly without the control of the dragon deity contract and the dragon flute, Lin Mo believed that if this dragon dared to betray him, once it was ten kilometers away, it would definitely return to him battered and bruised.
Satellites in the sky and radars on the ground, even the oldest models, were no mere decorations against such a massive metal beast.
Humans have always held an extreme obsession with their territories. Whether in Lin Mo’s original world or this one, the value placed on land was strikingly similar.
This represented a living space; no race or life form would compromise on it.
"Hmph!"
The gold giant dragon huffed, shaking its body in anger. Its sharp scales and spines quickly retracted as it shrunk back down, finally transforming into the watch that rested on Lin Mo’s wrist.
This creature’s attempt to provoke Lin Mo into changing careers had clearly failed, only leaving itself full of resentment. This infuriating knight, just like before, could make it explode with rage, yet there was nothing it could do about it.
"Hmph!"
Lin Mo echoed with a huff, snapping the watch onto his wrist before turning to survey the entire valley. It was a terrible place, surrounded on all sides by steep cliffs. Lin Mo took note of the direction in search of the wreckage of his fighter jet, hoping to find something useful.
For a Dragon Knight, climbing with bare hands was easy as it only required supporting his own weight. Lin Mo moved swiftly like a spider, gripping the rocks as if he were walking on flat ground.
"Cough, cough!" The captain of the Takar Squad guarding the Lapis Lazuli Castle, Muhammad Magee, lifted his head, enduring the burning sensation in his lungs as he coughed up a mixture of saliva and sand. His head felt dazed as he struggled to stand, immediately facing a scene of devastation. The air was still filled with a scorching heat.
He didn’t know how long he had been unconscious, but the sky slowly brightened, suggesting it was either the next or third morning. Yet that did not weigh on him; what mattered was he was alive and could see the sun rise.
"This is—this is!?" Muhammad Magee recalled the crimson flames and the deafening roar that had shaken his insides just before he lost consciousness.
With his half-damaged AK-47 in hand, he shakily stood up, brushing off the rubble that pressed down on him.
Everywhere he looked, there were bodies and flames, with darkened trails of dried blood filling his vision, and the sounds of faint moans still lingered.
He could also hear the occasional pop of exploding bullets.
This was hell!
Just thinking about that aircraft, which had come down like a demon, sent shivers through Muhammad Magee. Damn it, how could so many missiles fail to bring it down? Was the pilot a god?
His "Holy War National Liberation Army" guerrilla unit had been annihilated overnight by a single fighter jet. The moment he saw a fighter jet, Muhammad Magee felt an uncontainable fear deep in his bones.
In the ruins, he breathed heavily, slowly regaining his sanity and composure. His blank gaze swept aimlessly across his surroundings, and he thought he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.
"Li La! Li La! My brother!"
He staggered towards the figure, his heart racing. As for the fate of others, he couldn’t care less; as long as those close to him were alive, that was enough.
Muhammad Magee didn’t want to be the only survivor left. Humans could not bear loneliness, and breathing alone in this death-filled hell was torture for him.
He felt like a dog with its tail between its legs, running back and forth, realizing that seeking a way out in this desolate land wasn’t easy at all.
Li La seemed to be leaning against a broken rock, silent and unresponsive to Muhammad Magee’s calls.
"Li La, Li La! What’s wrong? Are you okay?" Muhammad Magee struggled through the debris, carefully making his way over. He clearly saw Li La’s clothing and was puzzled as to why this guy was sitting there in a daze.
It was understandable; many people took a long time to regain their nerves after experiencing such terrifying bombings and death.
Muhammad Magee placed his hand on Li La’s back, but unexpectedly, Li La fell to the side, landing lightly on the ground as if he had lost all weight, turning onto his front.
Gasp!
Muhammad Magee inhaled sharply; his compatriot, known as "Big-Eared Fox," had the lower half of his body missing, leaving only the charred upper half. He could vaguely make out a familiar face, but it had been burned by the heat into a horrific half-skeletal visage.
His comrade, "Big-Eared Fox" Li La, had long since breathed his last.
Silent tears slid down Muhammad Magee’s face, soaking into the dry ground that still radiated residual heat.
The 500-kilogram liquid hydrogen cloud explosive bomb brought nothing but destruction to the Lapis Lazuli Castle. The area engulfed in a bright red fireball had left no survivors; it was a hell of relentless flames.
Despite the castle’s several hundred acres, the second ring of the shockwave also created a death zone that picked its victims with brutality, and the powerful cloud explosive shockwave was even more devastating than heavy artillery.
Moreover, the suffocation of oxygen created areas where, even if you hid from the shockwave, the lack of air still meant the end of life.
"Ah!"
A desperate howl echoed through the castle, which had turned into a large ruin, sounding like an injured lone wolf.
This sanctuary, which had just been found, was gone once more.
The power of the cloud explosive bomb was immense; deployed in complicated terrain, it was a superweapon that had nearly annihilated the East Turkestan militants stationed in the castle.
Wandering among the shattered walls like a lost ghost, Muhammad Magee searched around. As the sun sank once again, he found only a handful of survivors, all wounded, and nearly half were barely clinging to life.
Suddenly, a rumbling roar reverberated through the skies as a small black dot flew closer.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
Muhammad Magee nearly reflexively dove into the debris, frantically digging. His already bloodied fingers almost revealed pale bone as he pulled out a half-broken AK-47, racking the slide and pointing it at the sky.
The few remaining people in the castle stood up in confusion; those who couldn’t stand simply turned their heads to gaze at the approaching black armed helicopter.
The two most memorable airstrikes of his life had deeply instilled a fear of aircraft within him. If he had known that the instigator of both airstrikes was the same person, he might have even contemplated suicide.
It was a friendly helicopter!
Muhammad Magee recognized the helicopter of Lapis Lazuli Castle, piloted by Mr. Lawrence, which had flown away two days prior. He was relieved it was not an enemy. If it had been, he would have chosen to end his life right then and there.
After two armed personnel equipped with brand new AK-74s jumped from the helicopter, their sharp gazes swept the area, and their gun barrels quickly aimed at Muhammad Magee, making him hurriedly toss his weapon aside.
These were the finest soldiers of the castle’s elite guard, always accompanying high-ranking individuals for protection. Holding onto a weapon would have been akin to seeking death.
"Who are you? What is happening here?"
A white man in a light suit, leisurely buttoning his coat and wearing black sunglasses, emerged from the helicopter, assisted by the armed personnel. He approached Muhammad Magee, sizing him up.
"We were attacked, and everyone is dead. They all died."
Muhammad Magee felt as though he had found a reliable ally; the intense physical activity had drained his strength again. He threw himself at the man’s feet, stuttering, "The Lapis Lazuli Castle is finished, turned to ruins. I don’t know what to do. Please help us!"
"Explain clearly what happened!"
The impeccably dressed white man clearly found Muhammad Magee’s answer unsatisfactory. Even a blind person could see that this pile of rubble and the few surviving soldiers were the result of an attack.
Though his tone was calm, it carried an undeniable authority and pressure, the demeanor of someone in power.
Muhammad Magee shrank back in response, using gestures to obediently explain, "Someone secretly broke in and took a few people from the prison, and then a jet came and dropped bombs. It was chaos; we fired many missiles but couldn’t bring it down. In the end, that plane dropped a bomb that exploded into a massive fireball, coming down right at us with terrifying force. After that, I don’t remember anything. When I opened my eyes, everything was like this."
He wiped away his tears, appearing quite pitiful.
After finishing, Muhammad Magee studied the suited man, hoping this important figure would provide them with some assistance.
"Alright, I understand." The man nodded noncommittally, thinking for a moment before turning and walking back to the helicopter, seemingly uninterested in staying any longer.
"Sir, sir! For the sake of Allah, please save us!" Muhammad Magee stretched out his hands in a gesture of prayer, glancing back at the others in the rubble who also looked to him with hope. If no one helped them, half of the injured might not survive until morning. The rest would likely succumb to infections and lack of food and water within three days.
The 500-kilogram fireball not only obliterated the ammunition depot, but also incinerated other supplies at the same time.
The shadow of death had begun to loom closer as the sun dipped below the horizon.
