471: Fire Wing Dragon, Scarlett

Seeing Yang Dian prepare to leave after retrieving the locations of the primordial cell and the psionic spaceship, Han Zhang couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Are you just going to go directly?"

"Aren't you going to consider finding an excuse?"

Yang Dian paused, then retorted, "What excuse do I need?"

"Like America, should I take a tube of laundry detergent and claim it's contraband, then tell them they violated something and we need to sanction them?"

As he spoke, he shook his head again: "There's no need to be so hypocritical."

"The world is inherently a place where the strong prey on the weak."

"They took what they shouldn't have taken, and harbored thoughts they shouldn't have; that is a crime."

With that, Yang Dian, who had already obtained the coordinates of the psionic spaceship and the primordial cell, pulled Mother Dragon Fina out of his beast-taming space.

"Open a gate to this coordinate."

Mother Dragon Fina nodded, opened her mouth, and exhaled a stream of silver Dragon Breath, piercing through space to form a spatial aisle.

Glancing at the silver-white spatial aisle, Yang Dian turned to Han Zhang: "Wait for my good news."

With those words, Yang Dian cut off the communication, took a step, and walked into the spatial aisle.

The spatial aisle opened by a Space-Time Dragon is different from one opened by a Dimension Butterfly.

The spatial aisle opened by a Dimension Butterfly is more like a spatial gate.

Inside the gate is the current location.

Outside the gate is the desired destination.

Push open the gate, take a step, and you arrive at your desired location.

However, the spatial aisle opened by a Space-Time Dragon is truly like a aisle.

'It's so much worse than a Dimension Butterfly.' He shook his head and stepped his right foot into the spatial aisle.

Yang Dian then felt a pushing force act upon him, propelling him forward at an extremely fast speed within the spatial aisle.

After a few blinks, at the end of the spatial aisle, a devastated world came into Yang Dian's view.

Craters, bullet holes... smoke, fire... countless traces of war were displayed across the land.

As far as the eye could see, there was not a single intact green plant or a single intact building.

Only ruins remained.

"Xiao Mei seems to be having a rather pitiful time."

Amidst his murmur, Yang Dian had already exited the spatial aisle and stood on America's land of freedom.

No sooner had he landed and before he had even settled, Yang Dian felt a scorching airflow descend upon him.

Looking up, wasn't it a creature with a wingspan of nearly 80 meters, resembling a pterodactyl, that was spreading its wings, breathing fire, and diving towards him?

"Is this the creature that split, evolved, and reproduced from the primordial cell?"

As he murmured, Yang Dian snapped his fingers.

The pterodactyl was like a duck whose throat had been squeezed; the flames it was spewing instantly extinguished, its eyes bulged, and its entire body began to struggle uncontrollably.

Casually dispersing the star matter he hadn't used in a long time to condense into a long sword, Yang Dian lightly sliced, opening a small wound on the fiery pterodactyl, and then cut off a thin piece of meat from the wound.

With a thought, a wisp of Dark blue flame appeared on the pterodactyl meat that the long sword had brought back.

A moment later, a refreshing aroma of roasted meat wafted in front of Yang Dian.

"It seems a bit delicious."

With a flick of his finger, the pterodactyl meat slice, now roasted crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, was flicked into Yang Dian's mouth.

"Pah ~"

The moment the pterodactyl meat entered his mouth, Yang Dian immediately spat it out.

This thing smelled fragrant and looked good, but it was unexpectedly terrible.

After entering his mouth, it had an indescribably gamey odor.

It was like putting an improperly prepared lamb's penis into his mouth.

The feeling was incredibly off-putting.

"If the tenderloin is bad, what about other parts?"

Thinking this, the long sword in Yang Dian's hand once again became a blur.

In an instant, the fiery pterodactyl, still struggling in front of Yang Dian, was dissected into countless pieces.

Neck meat, pork belly, loin, heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, large and small intestines, brain... In a nearby gun pit, Scarlett, dressed in denim, watched Yang Dian emerge from the spatial aisle and, as if no one else was there, begin to dissect the fiery pterodactyl, her eyes widening in disbelief.

Scarlett

"Which Family are you from? You're insane!"

"We finally achieved a fragile peace with the Alien Planet creatures, why are you hunting them?"

Ya Zi provided a real-time translation, and Yang Dian also looked down at Scarlett: "You are you, and I am I."

Saying this, Yang Dian flicked his finger again.

Within a ten-kilometer radius, all creatures he perceived that had split, evolved, and reproduced from the 'primordial cell' were all, as if grabbed by an invisible giant hand, drawn into the super-large beast-taming space amidst their struggles.

Seeing this mythical scene, and looking at Yang Dian's somewhat familiar yet unfamiliar face, Scarlett suddenly thought of something:

"You, you are the Commander of the Huaxia Expeditionary Force?"

As she spoke, her expression darkened: "Before, your Huaxia used us as cannon fodder, making us help you explore the Alien Planet, and that wasn't enough."

"Now you're even preparing to interfere in America's domestic affairs?"

Frowning, he spat out a small piece of roasted heart, muttering to himself that this fiery pterodactyl had evolved too quickly and hadn't evolved the taste correctly, while Yang Dian turned to look at the cowgirl who had raised her cannon towards him.

Seeing that somewhat familiar face, he raised an eyebrow slightly.

"I think I remember you too."

"Scarlett, right? From Montana."

"One of America's few superhumans with City-Level destructive power, your ability seems to be amplifying weapon destructive power?"

"A strange ability, I wonder how it's achieved."

"If you don't mind, would you be willing to let me study it?"

Hearing the word 'study,' Scarlett unhesitatingly pressed the trigger of the cannon in her hand.

"Bang!"

"Die, you scumbag!"

The smell of gunpowder, accompanied by the sound of the cannon, wafted in all directions, centered on the hand cannon in Scarlett's hand.

But through the smoke, looking at Yang Dian, who stood perfectly unharmed in his original spot, with an infant's fist-sized bullet suspended motionless in front of him, and was still calmly roasting the fiery pterodactyl tendons, a chill couldn't help but rise in her heart.

'My full-power strike didn't cause him any harm?'

'Is it really as the Congress intelligence said, that his strength has completely surpassed the normal human perception?'

'If, if he wants to lock me in a research lab...'

Thinking of the tragic state of superhumans she had seen in certain chaebol laboratories, Scarlett subconsciously placed the hand cannon under her chin.

'Then I'd rather die!'

Yang Dian, who had just finished roasting the fiery pterodactyl tendons, saw Scarlett point the muzzle of her hand cannon at her own chin, and couldn't help but feel a little helpless: "It's just studying your ability, I'm not going to dissect you, do you need to be so stressed?"

As Yang Dian's complaint fell, Scarlett suddenly noticed the hand cannon in her hand had become a bit heavier.

She subconsciously looked down at the hand cannon, and only then did she realize that her constant companion had, at some unknown point, become perfectly seamless.

All the gaps in the cannon had, under the influence of some unknown force, undergone Fusion.