Chapter 322: Can Bullets Scratch the Skin of a God?

Position coordinates are not immutable.

It has been tens of thousands of years since the first generation Iron Dragon King fled into the main material world. Such a lengthy period has already seen changes and transitions.

Moreover, according to the Dragon Mother, the first generation Iron Dragon King occasionally shifts his location.

Thus, the coordinates provided are merely an approximate range; the exact location still requires Garon's investigation and search.

He could only confirm that the first generation Iron Dragon King was within a region spanning thousands of kilometers, hiding deep in the ocean, but where exactly he concealed himself, Garon could not determine in a short time.

Above this azure expanse of the sea, the massive silver dragon flapped its wings, sweeping across the sky time and again, occasionally entering the ocean to roam the vast waters before breaking the surface again, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's, directed towards the depths of the sea.

Garon expended his internal magic, using various detection spells while extending his substantial psychic force like radar to search the ocean.

However, the ocean was deep and vast, and the Iron Dragon King was well-hidden.

In a short time, Garon found nothing.

"Not having elemental energy really is troublesome."

Having just searched another deep-sea trench and emerging from the ocean, Garon shook his head slightly as he scanned the vast expanse of water, thinking to himself.

This world lacks elemental energy, and although he possesses robust magic within him, the absence of elemental energy in the air significantly reduces the effectiveness of many spells. Most importantly, he couldn't use elemental energy anomalies to detect the possible hiding spots of the first generation Iron Dragon King.

The first generation Iron Dragon King's choice to flee and descend into this world might also have considered this aspect.

"Where are you?"

"The Dragon Queen's intention is not to kill you; why continue to hide?"

Garon murmured softly, positioning himself between the high clouds, overlooking the azure ocean.

Waves surged, and the sparkling surface of the sea reflected the clouds in the sky, resembling a striped and expansive canvas of ocean blue, adorned with waves, flying birds, and fish occasionally leaping from the water, presenting a stunning view.

Garon's gaze could penetrate the water layers.

Thus, he could investigate the deep sea from the sky, only diving into the deep sea to look around when his vision encountered certain obstructions in twisted and deep trenches.

As time passed.

A three-dimensional map of the maritime area gradually expanded in Garon's mind, becoming brighter and clearer.

During this time, he also saw some cargo ships wandering on the surface of the sea, but since Garon was using invisibility spells, no one detected his presence.

However.

Invisibility spells are not omnipotent.

Sonar, vibration, ultraviolet, infrared, magnetic fields... various detection methods abound, revealing traces invisible to the naked eye.

Garon didn't want to expend too much effort on hiding. To prepare for the battle with the first generation Iron Dragon King, he needed to maintain his peak condition. Using only an invisibility spell, his massive size and exceptionally strong energy were relatively easy to detect.

The use of an invisibility spell was merely because he didn't want to cause a commotion in this world, avoiding detection by passersby, so he cast it casually.

As for the Lighthouse Country, which had already detected him, Garon thought that if the country's leaders were wise, they would keep their distance from him, rather than trying to achieve some goal through him.

After all, in Garon's view, upon suddenly encountering a creature of legend, the best course of action without understanding the other party is not to act rashly; otherwise, one might bring disaster upon oneself.

But clearly.

Garon underestimated their audacity and overestimated their reason.

After searching the sea area for a few more minutes and inspecting a quarter of the maritime region, Garon was about to move on.

Just then, the silver dragon paused in midair, furrowing his brows.

"What do these guys want to do?"

Garon shook his head slightly.

The dragon turned its head, and in its field of vision, over sixty tiny black dots appeared, rapidly expanding amidst the faint humming of engines.

Soon.

An air force wing, with more than sixty supersonic fighter jets, entered Garon's field of view.

Garon could see through space, noticing the large-caliber machine guns, wing-mounted rocket launchers, and missiles equipped on these fighter jets.

These jets ranged from sixteen to twenty meters in length, with wingspans generally much shorter than their body length. The steel-constructed bodies shone with a cold metallic luster under the sunlight.

"Oh my god, there really is a giant dragon!"

Some pilots, looking at the colossal silhouette displayed on their radar, were inwardly shaken.

When they received the order, they were initially skeptical, but now, just looking at the radar's depiction of the creature, their palms trembled with nervousness.

"Target has entered attack range, awaiting instructions."

The pilot swallowed nervously, looking at the calm and indifferent giant dragon, and spoke through the intercom.

"Start with machine gun fire, then consider using missiles and rocket armaments as appropriate, try to capture it alive."

"If it cannot be captured alive, then bring back its body intact."

On the other end, the air force general's voice instructed.

Due to a lack of awareness, many in the military saw Garon's imposing size as intimidating, but believed that as long as it was a creature of flesh and blood, it should not be able to resist gunfire.

What's sixty meters? If a missile could hit directly, even an aircraft carrier hundreds of meters long and wide, weighing hundreds of thousands of tons, could potentially be sunk.

"Roger."

The next second, under Garon's astonished gaze, the gun barrels of the fighter jets lit up with brilliant gunfire. In the rapid firing sound, sharp metal bullets burst forth, quickly forming a metal storm capable of shredding steel, densely covering the sky and enveloping Garon.

"This..."

Garon had expected the other party to try communicating first.

He never thought they would launch an attack without a word.

Ting, ting, tang, tang

The crisp sound of metal collision rang out.

Countless bullets struck Garon's body.

Then, to the horror of the pilots, the silver giant dragon remained immovable, the machine gun bullets striking its scales as if hitting an impregnable wall, unable to leave even a slight mark.

Even some metal bullets hit the dragon's eyes.

Time seemed to slow down.

What should have been the most vulnerable part, when struck by the bullets, began to deform and twist from the tip, then were directly bounced away.

How could mere bullets harm a demigod?

Garon didn't even need to blink.

If it were nuclear weapons, Garon might take it a bit more seriously, showing some interest.

Amidst the piercing whistles, countless indestructible bullets fell into the ocean, as if a metallic rain had poured down.

On the other side.

Realizing that machine gun fire capable of bisecting a person was ineffective against the dragon, the pilots pressed the launch buttons for missiles and rocket armaments.

Hundreds of rockets, along with high-powered missiles mixed among them, trailing turbulent flames, flew towards the dragon.

Even a mountain would be destroyed under such firepower.

"Utterly reckless."

The silver giant dragon

, bathed in a storm of bullets, eyes filled with a cold light.

The majesty of a dragon cannot be challenged, nor can the glory of a god be violated.

He had already given these mortals a chance, showing the mercy and magnanimity of a demigod, but clearly, they did not grasp it.

The next second, amidst a deep roar.

Dragon might surged out like a tide.

Whoom!

The tangible dragon might swept across the sky filled with bullets, grinding countless bullets into dust, with rockets and missiles directly exploding, turning into dazzling fireballs in the air.

The explosion hadn't reached the fighter jet squadron before the dragon might had already rushed past.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

The pilots inside the fighter jets, in that instant, burst into a blur of flesh and blood under the squeeze of an invisible hand, mixed with their clothing and similarly crushed fighter jets.

Boom, boom, boom!

Continuous explosions sounded.

Garon merely swept with his dragon might, destroying the air force wing with an overwhelming posture.

As easy as swatting a few mosquitoes.

Those monitoring the situation from the military and other departments fell into a deathly silence.

Clearly, the Dragon Hunt operation had just begun and was already ending.

"Pure technological power, unless developed to the point where the user's physique and spirit can be enhanced, or some form of energy shield is available for protection, is otherwise frail."

Garon looked at the falling fighter jet debris, thinking to himself.

Even a regular adult dragon, no, even a teenage dragon's dragon might, could easily kill these people. Their defensive capabilities might not withstand dense missile and rocket bombardments, but if intent on killing, they could achieve a terrifying efficiency.

Not to mention Garon.

If he wished, by descending into the capital of their country and sweeping through with full force of his dragon might, the area within a thousand kilometers would turn into a desolate dead zone.

Ordinary human bodies and spirits are too fragile.

"After dealing with the first generation Iron Dragon King, it seems I need to teach these people a lesson."

"They had better be able to afford the price of offending a god."

Garon's expression was indifferent as he withdrew his gaze.

He never had a good impression of the Lighthouse Country, merely intending not to bully them from a position of superiority as a demigod. He didn't expect them to provoke his majesty and attack a true dragon, a god.

Through the markings on these fighter jets and the pilots' appearances, Garon confirmed their identity.

Garon could imagine how nervous and terrified the person who ordered the attack on him must feel.

Then, the silver giant dragon flapped its wings and resumed searching the vast maritime area.

Finally, after a day, Garon discovered a bottomless trench tens of thousands of meters deep.

Such places are often called abysses, implying the deep abyss of the sea.

"This seems like a suitable place to hide."

The silver giant dragon's gaze shifted, then with a splash, he entered the cold seawater, diving towards the pitch-black abyss.

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