dkrc Chapter 43 Entering the Island in the Lake
Chapter 43 Entering the Island in the Lake
The driver of the lead vehicle suddenly shouted in panic, "The dashboard is malfunctioning! All the electronic systems are giving errors! The engine... the engine has stalled!"
Then came the second and the third.
Twelve specially modified bulletproof off-road vehicles, touted as being able to withstand electromagnetic pulse attacks, seemed to have been suddenly ripped from their souls, and one after another broke down on the winding mountain road.
"What happened?"
A French representative exclaimed, "Is this an EMP attack? What are you trying to do?"
"Don't be impatient."
Chen Dong got out of the car, took a deep breath of the crisp mountain air, and looked completely absorbed.
"It's not an attack. It's just that the higher you go, the more unique the 'magnetic field' becomes. Ordinary machines can't withstand the erosion of this high-dimensional energy."
He turned to look at the panicked Western elites in the car and said calmly, "The rest of the journey must be walked on foot. If you don't even have this much sincerity, it's fate that you won't see the true God."
"Let's go? The altitude here is only 800 meters!"
Professor Wilson protested, but when he saw Chen Dong's ambiguous smile, he swallowed his protest.
A group of wealthy and powerful people, who usually live a life of luxury and always travel in luxury cars, had no choice but to climb out of their cars in a sorry state and begin hiking up the mountain.
It was fine at first.
But as the altitude gradually increased, the surrounding scenery began to become eerie.
In late autumn, Yufeng Mountain should have been barren and desolate.
But now, the roadside plants have an eerie emerald green color, and some of the leaves even have crystal-clear dewdrops hanging on them, emitting a faint fluorescent glow.
The air became unusually viscous.
Each breath felt like drinking a spoonful of highly concentrated syrup, filling my lungs with an unprecedented sense of fullness, but this was followed by intense dizziness.
"This...this isn't right..."
Professor Wilson was breathing heavily, his face flushed.
He pulled out a palm-sized instrument from his pocket—the latest multi-functional environmental monitoring instrument, which integrates a Geiger counter, a spectrometer, and a magnetic field detector.
He flipped the switch.
"Beep—beep beep—beep beep beep beep!!!"
As soon as the instrument was started, it emitted a piercing alarm sound.
The numbers on the screen were jumping wildly, and the red warning lights were flashing like a disco ball in a disco.
"Radiation? Is it nuclear radiation?"
The assistant next to him turned pale with fright.
"No...it's not radiation..."
Wilson stared intently at the screen, his fingers trembling. "No radiation bands...it's energy! Pure energy! The energy density here...God, the energy density here is hundreds of times greater than outside! This isn't scientific! At this density, the air should have already ignited!"
"Snapped!"
With a sharp crack, the $50,000 monitoring device emitted a plume of black smoke, and its screen shattered.
"It's beyond the permitted range..."
Wilson stared blankly at the scrap plastic in his hand. "It...it committed suicide."
It's not just monitoring equipment.
The bodyguards' headsets were filled with piercing white noise, the hands of their tactical watches spun wildly and eventually flew off, and even the electronic stethoscope carried by the accompanying doctor had its circuit board burned out.
This is a no-go zone for technology.
The higher you go, the stronger this sense of oppression becomes.
Physiological reactions began to appear in the group.
One of the members of parliament, who was in poor physical condition, suddenly clutched his chest, knelt down on the ground, and dry heaved.
He felt as if he were not climbing a mountain, but diving in the deep sea, with invisible pressure all around him trying to burst his internal organs.
"I can't take it anymore... I need oxygen..."
The congressman's face turned purple.
"This is not due to lack of oxygen."
Han Ying, who had been walking ahead, stopped and turned back to give a cold look. "This is 'Drunken Spirit'."
"Mortals, with their physical bodies and blocked meridians, are too weak to receive nourishment when suddenly entering a blessed land."
At this moment, Chen Dong and Wang Yijun were in a completely different state from these disheveled Westerners.
The two walked lightly, their faces were rosy, and they didn't even break a sweat.
In this rich spiritual environment, they felt as if every pore on their body was cheering, as if they had become ten years younger.
This stark contrast left the members of the inspection team with a deep sense of frustration.
It's like species isolation.
They were the old humans who were about to be eliminated, while the two officials from the Dragon Kingdom in front of them were the new humans who had evolved.
Hang in there.
Black Mamba's deputy, a tough special forces soldier, gritted his teeth and helped the senator up.
"We are the elite of the Western world; we cannot fall here! We cannot let them laugh at us!"
Even so, his own legs were shaking.
That fear doesn't come from the enemy, but from deep within our genes.
at last.
After what felt like an eternity of climbing, the view suddenly opened up.
They passed through the clouds.
No, that's not a cloud.
It was a dense, liquefied white mist of energy, flowing slowly around the island in the lake, like a tangible white silk.
A huge white jade platform floats in the center of Jinghu Lake, appearing and disappearing intermittently.
"arrive."
Chen Dong stopped, straightened his collar, and his expression became extremely solemn.
Instead of walking onto the pier leading to the island in the middle of the lake, he directly bowed deeply to the island from the shore.
Wang Yijun followed closely behind.
The Western delegation was stunned.
These two high-ranking officials, who held power in one part of the Dragon Kingdom, acted like the most devout believers.
"Playing tricks..."
The deputy muttered something, trying to mask his fear with sarcasm.
Just then.
A breeze blew from the center of the lake.
The fog churned, and the white mist that had been obscuring our vision seemed to be slowly parted by a pair of invisible hands.
"boom--"
An indescribable pressure descended without warning.
The pressure was hundreds of times stronger than what I felt while climbing the mountain! If I was in the deep sea just now, I was now deep in the Earth's core!
"thump!"
The tough-guy deputy didn't even utter a sound before his knees buckled and he knelt heavily on the ground.
The sound of the kneecap striking the stone slab was crisp and piercing.
Next came bodyguards, scientists, and diplomats.
This group of self-proclaimed beacons of civilization, these elites, fell like harvested wheat, swathes of them collapsing.
It wasn't that they wanted to kneel; it was that creature's life force magnetic field that forcibly pressed their heads down, forcing them to submit.
Only Professor Wilson, driven by his thirst for knowledge, clung tightly to the railing and managed to lift his head.
Then, he saw it.
Above the white jade platform, a corner of the clouds and mist dispersed.
It has only one claw.
A huge, golden dragon claw, seemingly forged from the purest light and gold.
Just one of its claws is the size of a heavy truck.
Each scale is a perfect hexagon, with intricate and profound patterns, as if containing the most fundamental truths of the universe. Flowing golden light moves between the scales, an energy reaction even purer than nuclear fusion.
nice.
Breathtaking beauty.
That was a divine beauty that transcended the realm of biology and evolved to its ultimate form.
"This...this isn't a living thing..."
Professor Wilson was in tears, his glasses fogged up, and he muttered frantically, "This is a miracle...this is a living totem..."
"Quick! Take a picture! Take a picture!"
The BBC's star cameraman, though kneeling on the ground, instinctively raised his priceless 8K cinematic camera.
This is the pinnacle of human optical industry, capable of capturing the vibrations of a hummingbird's wings.
He aimed at the dragon claw and pressed the shutter.
"Click."
The sound was very soft.
But the next second, the photographer let out a scream.
"Bang!"
The camera in his hand shattered, its lens exploding and countless expensive shards flying, cutting his face. Blinding sparks erupted from inside the camera body, instantly reducing it to a pile of scrap metal.
"Ah! My eyes! My eyes!"
The photographer rolled on the ground, covering his eyes, blood seeping through his fingers.
The entire audience was shocked.
"I warned you."
Chen Dong didn't turn his head, his voice as cold as if he were reading a verdict.
"God should not be looked at directly."
"And taking photos without permission is strictly prohibited."
"That's the rule."
As soon as the words were spoken, the giant dragon claw on the island in the middle of the lake twitched slightly.
With just a tiny movement, the surrounding lake water instantly boiled and white mist swirled back.
A grand, ancient voice, imbued with endless languor and majesty, resounded directly in the depths of everyone's souls, transcending language barriers without needing translation.
"Since you're here, what offerings have you brought?"
At that moment, Professor Wilson felt as if his soul was being gripped by a hand, about to be crushed at any moment.
His hands trembled as he reached into his robes and touched the technology transfer agreement that he had originally intended to "give alms" to the Dragon Kingdom.
Before this golden deity, this document, representing the pinnacle of Western technology, appears so shabby and laughable, like offering a piece of toilet paper to God.
"It's over..."
Wilson had only one thought left in his mind.
"We...brought a ton of trash with us."