87: Dragon King's Breath

The destructive torrent of energy instantly traversed several kilometers.

It precisely and accurately engulfed the thousand-meter-high simulated mountain peak.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

There wasn't even a sound.

The world fell into an absolute dead silence.

Before that beam of light, the solid mountain, along with everything around it, was completely and cleanly vaporized and evaporated from this world in an instant.

It was as if an invisible hand of God had gently erased it from a painting.

Only a giant, bottomless crater with mirror-smooth edges remained on the spot.

The inner wall of the crater was still flowing with viscous, reddish magma.

Gu Zhixia and Gu Nianqiu both stared blankly at this scene, completely speechless.

This power... had completely exceeded the boundaries of their understanding.

"It's not over yet."

Lin Mo's voice, like a devil's whisper, echoed in the communication channel.

The thrill of wielding absolute power was spreading from his spine to all his limbs, making his blood begin to boil slightly.

He controlled Fafnir, drawing an elegant and deadly arc in the air, its massive dragon head aimed at another airspace filled with virtual enemy fighter targets.

"'Scale Blade' missile array, all missiles fired!"

The command was given.

On Fafnir's broad back, hundreds of obsidian-like dragon scales silently rose with a series of intricate mechanical clicks.

Below the scales, dense, dangerous red lights illuminated.

The next second.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—!"

Hundreds of miniature missiles, trailing long plumes of flame, like a disturbed nest of bloodthirsty killer bees, shot overwhelmingly towards that airspace!

They drew incredible and strange trajectories in the air, as if they had a Life of their own, precisely bypassing all obstacles and hitting every enemy aircraft at angles incomprehensible to humans!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of violent, silent explosions bloomed in the distant sky.

Those were not dazzling flowers.

That was a silent art of death that tore the sky apart and instantly stitched it back together.

"Too powerful..."

Gu Zhixia's fingertips trembled slightly.

She murmured to herself, her voice carrying a hoarseness born of extreme excitement that she herself hadn't noticed.

This steel behemoth was a perfect war god, integrating mobility, destruction, and precision.

With it, what enemy could they not defeat?

The light and shadows in the simulated canyon slowly receded as the system shut down.

The cold ship-borne factory returned to its original appearance.

Only the lingering scent of ozone in the air, and the massive, suffocating steel behemoth quietly lying in the dry dock, proved that everything that had just happened was not an illusion.

"No matter how perfect the data, it's just a false dream."

Lin Mo's voice echoed in the silent factory.

He disconnected from the flame dragon mecha, leaped out of the cockpit, and landed steadily on the ground.

The terrifying feeling of being able to flatten mountains with a flick of his hand still reverberated within his body.

"It needs a real battle to awaken its soul."

Gu Zhixia also emerged from her thunder dragon mecha.

Her usually cool and pretty face was flushed with an alluring redness born of extreme excitement.

She walked to Lin Mo's side, her beautiful phoenix eyes fixed on Fafnir below, the light within them more intense than the simulated thunderstorm just now.

"I agree."

Her voice carried an irrepressible craving for blood.

"This big guy, and our newborn 'titan,' both need the wails of enemies to complete their final 'consecration' ritual."

As a Weapon Master, even the most exquisite weapon, if it was merely an exhibit, was an insult to her.

Only the battlefield was their sole destination.

"Good."

Lin Mo nodded without the slightest hesitation.

"Then let's go for actual combat."

He turned around and waved to the Little Girl who was nervously clutching her small hands and peeking out from the factory entrance.

"Nianqiu, get ready, we're going out for a bit."

"Ah? Are we going out to fight again?"

Gu Nianqiu trotted over, her clean little face tilted up, her big eyes showing a hint of worry, but more importantly, curiosity and trust in their new power.

"Where are we going this time? Is it dangerous?"

"Not dangerous."

Lin Mo looked at her concerned expression, his heart warmed, and his voice softened a few shades.

"Just going to clear up some minor troubles, and by the way... test out our new toy."

He reached out and habitually ruffled her soft hair.

"You stay on the ship and wait for our triumphant return."

"Oh..."

Gu Nianqiu nodded as if she understood, then, as if remembering something, her eyes instantly lit up.

She turned and ran towards the kitchen in the living area, leaving behind a vibrant voice.

"Then you wait a moment! I'll prepare 'campaign bento' for you! If you eat my bento, you'll definitely achieve initial success and wreak havoc!"

Watching her energetic back, Lin Mo and Gu Zhixia exchanged glances, both seeing a hint of helpless amusement in each other's eyes.

With her around, this cold war fortress finally had a bit of a "home" feeling.

Lin Mo no longer delayed, turning and striding towards the Bridge.

He sat in the spacious commander's chair and brought up the wide-area radar scan of the Natural Selection.

A giant holographic star map, like a deep universe, slowly unfolded before him.

Countless light points flowed slowly, representing clouds, air currents, and some harmless flying creatures.

Lin Mo's fingers quickly swiped across the screen, and cold commands were issued through his thoughts.

"Filter all non-Life signals."

"Screen for energy level LV10 or higher aggregation zones."

"Range, lock to a five-hundred-kilometer radius."

Soon, a filtered, more concise three-dimensional map appeared before his eyes.

Beneath this vast sea of clouds, dozens of floating islands of varying sizes were hidden.

Lin Mo's gaze finally settled on a large island in the southeast, about thirty kilometers away, covered in dense primeval jungle.

The radar map showed that this island was inhabited by a considerable number of Life signals, with energy levels generally around LV15, and exhibiting an extremely aggressive tribal aggregation pattern.

"Target confirmed, 'Lichi Island (Tooth Island)'."

Lin Mo murmured softly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Orc tribe, over five hundred in number, low level, strong aggression."

"Perfect, suitable for use as live targets for the new equipment."

He set the course, and the Natural Selection's massive hull drew an elegant arc through the clouds, its bow turning.

Like a shark that had smelled blood, it began to advance at full speed towards the target island.