I put monsters and super powers in America

In a dark corner, a large group of prehistoric burrow mosquitoes, which are several times larger than modern mosquitoes, are flapping their wings and quietly taking off from the cracks in the rocks.

Like a group of well-trained bombers, they pounced with a clear target on the deepest part of the cave, where the hungry reptile cubs that had just hatched from their eggs were waiting to be fed.

Normally, female reptiles nesting in their nests can secrete a scent that repels mosquitoes and insects; this makes monsters such as burrow mosquitoes and fleas dare not approach here at all; but now, as the female reptiles leave the nest to meet the enemy, the insect repellent scent gradually dissipates, and the burrow mosquitoes become active again.

What's worse is that due to problems with urea metabolism, the young of mammals cannot stay in the eggs for too long, otherwise they will be poisoned by their own urine; therefore, the young of reptiles are all "premature babies", naked all over, without a trace of hair to protect them, and their pink skin is clearly visible in the dim light, making them the most perfect "blood bags" in the eyes of these blood-thirsty mosquitoes.

"Oh wow! This is really... when you feel sleepy, someone gives you a pillow."

A light bulb went off in the Lord Dragon's head.

He was originally still worrying about what kind of new "monsters" to use to give experience to Anduriel's "heroes", but now it just came to him.

Even better, this “insect plague” crisis could be combined with what’s happening on the South Dakota reservation!

Killing two birds with one stone, simply perfect!

"System, pack up these burrowing midges and dump them all over the Pine Ridge Reservation in South Dakota! The coordinates are set right below the Keystone pipeline construction team's excavation site! The excavator will dig them out shortly!"

[Release a swarm of "Prehistoric Burrowing Mosquitoes" (approximately 500 individuals), consuming 5000 willpower. Confirm?]

"confirm!"

As the numbers on the wish power panel decreased slightly, the main dragon smiled with satisfaction.

After dealing with the cave mosquito, he turned his attention back to the confrontation outside the cave.

The little Tyrannosaurus Rex, still showing its Wanafree nature, was lazily lying not far away, watching with relish the "cat and mouse game" played by the reptilian couple and the Styxraptors. There was even a bit of satisfaction in its golden vertical pupils, as if it was watching a show.

"Damn Wanafree, you're such a loser!" The Dragon Lord was furious. "The reptile is at least your 'colleague'! I'm guarding my tree roots with you! And you're just going to watch them get bullied? Do you have any team spirit at all?!"

"Get rid of them!"

[Issuing an order to the sheltered creature, the Tyrannosaurus Rex cub: Drive away the Styxraptor. This requires 100 willpower.]

The little Tyrannosaurus Rex who was eating melon and watching the show suddenly shook his body, and his comfortable eyes were instantly filled with reluctant irritation.

But the mandatory order from the "boss" could not be disobeyed, so it could only jump up from the ground reluctantly.

“Gah!!!!”

A roar full of "I don't want to go to work" emotion came out of its mouth.

It stretched out its two strong and slender legs, with a "working spirit", and rushed towards the group of Styxraptors that were still harassing the reptiles' nest like a raging tank.

The Styxraptors could deal with the reptilian couple, but facing this "local snake" that was several times their size and had already begun to possess the power of a top predator, they did not even have the slightest thought of resistance. They scattered in an instant and disappeared into the bushes in the distance.

When the little Tyrannosaurus Rex saw the group of annoying guys running away, he stopped immediately, just like he had completed a task and punched out.

It yawned loudly, found a comfortable piece of grass nearby, lay down again, and closed its eyes to rest.

However, the place where it lay this time happened to be not far from the entrance of the reptile's lair. The powerful predator's aura was enough to completely dissuade those ruthless Stygian raptors from their plans.

"Hmph, you're still somewhat useful, kid." The Dragon Lord muttered, "However, as for the mosquito, it might be too weak. It can only be used as a small soldier, which may not achieve the purpose of training troops."

"It's better than..."

The main dragon looked at a large scorpion crawling around under the ginkgo tree.

"It's you, assign them another BOSS!"

Consciousness returns to reality.

The soft lights were still on in the corridor of Anduriel's underground base. Tifa, who was standing beside him, still tilted her beautiful profile upwards, looking at the virtual star map seriously. She seemed to be still recalling the astronomical knowledge that the Lord Dragon had just explained, and was completely unaware of the person beside her who was "wandering into the sky" just now.

However, just as the main dragon was about to say something to break the silence—

“Beep—beep—beep—!!”

The shrill red alarm, representing the highest level of threat, resounded throughout the entire underground base!

32. Six sticks per second

The night was like thick ink, swallowing up the vast wasteland and rolling hills.

The glaring searchlights from the construction camp, like cold swords, violently ripped through the night, illuminating a small area as bright as day. Dust billowed, and the roar of diesel engines mingled with the clash of metal, shattering the supposed tranquility of this land.

"Stop the desecration! Leave our land!"

"'Vakantanka' is crying! You will bring disaster upon yourself!"

Hundreds of Lakota Sioux men, women, and children surrounded the construction site. Some rode on sturdy quarter horses, their hooves paddling restlessly. Others stood on foot, holding aloft protest signs crafted from rough wood and cardboard—"Our sacred land, not your pipeline!" and "Water is life!" Their faces were painted red and black with paint, symbols of resistance and mourning. Their eyes burned with a mixture of anger, indomitable will, and despair, a fire simmering for generations.

Opposite them was an impenetrable wall of people composed of dark green riot shields and cold metal helmets.

The South Dakota National Guard was fully armed, holding batons and tear gas launchers, and stared indifferently at the "savages" in front of them who they considered to be "stubborn".

Flashing police lights cast long, twisted streaks of light across the sleek visor of a National Guard soldier's riot helmet.

He looked through his mask at an old Indian man with white hair and beard, and wrinkles so deep they could kill a fly. He was waving a feather staff in his hand and shouting something in a native language he couldn't understand. The soldier's mouth unconsciously curled up in a trace of contempt.

"It's ridiculous that a bunch of losers living in the past are still doing this nonsense." He thought to himself, "Hurry up and get these drunks out of here. I want to go home and watch the football game early."

"Stop! You can't dig anymore!"

The Black Mountain elder, the tribe's highly respected spiritual leader, roared desperately. His voice was hoarse with anxiety and anger, and his cloudy old eyes were filled with fear and despair. Last night's all-too-real nightmare still lingered in his mind like the most vicious curse.

"Dig any further and you'll disturb the dormant 'spirits of nature'! The evil spirits beneath the earth will be unleashed! Disaster... unimaginable disaster will befall!"

He roared, even ignoring the obstruction of his tribesmen behind him, and alone, he staggered through the crowd of people in confrontation, trying to pass through the cold shield line to negotiate with the people who were working on the construction.

"Stop him!"

The commander of the National Guard, a white captain with a carefully trimmed beard and eyes full of arrogance and impatience, shouted sharply.

Two soldiers immediately stepped forward and roughly stopped the Black Mountain Elder with riot shields.

"Hey! Old man, I don't care about your bullshit 'nature spirits,'" the captain walked up to the elder, looking down at him condescendingly, his tone filled with undisguised mockery. "All I know is that we have the highest authorization from Washington. Now, immediately, get back to your tent, or I will arrest you and your people for 'threatening national security'!"

"No...you can't..." Elder Black Mountain wanted to argue.

"Go away!"

The captain completely lost his patience. He suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed the old man, who seemed to be chattering incessantly, to the ground!

"Ugh..."

The Black Mountain Elder groaned in agony, his aged body tumbling heavily onto the cold, hard ground. The immense impact and rage instantly triggered his long-dormant heart problems. He clutched his chest, his body convulsing violently, his face a look of agony, his breathing becoming rapid and labored.

"Father!"

A roar of grief and anger exploded like thunder!

The elder's son, Zhufeng, a burly Sioux man with traditional long braids, saw his father fall to the ground. His eyes instantly turned red! He roared like a beast and rushed towards the National Guard's defense line like a mad bull!

He wanted to save his father.

"Charge! Revenge for the elders!"

"Let's fight these devils!"

All the Sioux people were completely enraged by this scene. They let out earth-shaking roars and rushed towards the seemingly indestructible human wall like a flood breaking through a dam!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Zi-"

However, flesh and blood cannot withstand the modern violence machine after all.

Pungent tear gas spread like a white poisonous fog, choking people to tears and making them unable to open their eyes. A dense barrage of rubber bullets, with a dull thud, pierced the air as they fiercely struck people, bringing waves of excruciating pain.

This time, the National Guard was no longer simply on the defensive. The captain's cold, ruthless command echoed through the channel.

"Take the initiative! Clear the area!"

The soldiers, wielding high-strength batons, proactively rushed into the chaotic crowd.

They struck the unarmed protesters with a frenzied barrage of six clubs per second! The clubs landed on flesh and blood, making muffled "puff puff" sounds, accompanied by screams of pain and the crisp sound of bones cracking.

"what!"

"my leg!"

"Devil! You are devils!"

In just a few minutes, the initially aggressive protesters were completely dispersed and routed. Dozens of people were beaten with batons, their heads bleeding and groaning on the ground. Many more were forcibly subdued, their hands bound behind their backs with plastic ties, their faces pressed into the cold dirt, unable to move.

The elder's son Zhufeng was not spared either.

His forehead was slashed by a baton, and warm blood flowed down his cheek, staining his face paint. He was pinned to the ground by two soldiers, but he still struggled desperately, roaring desperately at his father who was still convulsing in pain not far away.

"Medicine! Please! Get medicine for my father! It's in his coat pocket! Please!"

However, the surrounding soldiers turned a deaf ear to this. They just carried out the orders indifferently and put one "thug" after another into the prison van.

At the construction site, the construction workers wearing safety helmets watched this one-sided "suppression" drama with great interest.

"Ha, these Indians, do they really think it's the 19th century?" A fat driver, his face thick with flesh, scoffed at his companions while chewing gum. "They're talking about 'nature spirits' and 'evil spirits from the underworld'? I think they've seen too many Hollywood Westerns!"

"That's right! A bunch of uncivilized savages!" echoed his companion with the same contempt on his face.

The captain came over and waved to them.

"Alright, the situation is under control. Keep working and make sure to complete today's project before daybreak."

"Okay, sir!"

The fat driver climbed back onto the huge Caterpillar excavator and started the engine.

"Rumble--"

The huge metal bucket was raised again, and then slammed heavily into the ground, digging up the soft soil and gravel and throwing them aside. He even deliberately crushed a flag with the Sioux totem under the tracks.

While operating the excavator, he made vulgar jokes with his companions through the walkie-talkie, mocking the ridiculous legends and presumptuous resistance of the Indians.

The excavator continued to dig deeper, and a large pit with a diameter of nearly ten meters was soon formed.

Just as the fat driver was about to slam the bucket down again to dig out a deeper layer of soil, he suddenly felt that the ground under his feet seemed to... move?

"Hmm?" He stopped what he was doing and looked at the bottom of the pit with some confusion.

The soil in the center of the pit was bulging slightly upwards in an extremely strange way, as if some living thing was wriggling and struggling underneath, trying to break out of the soil!

"Hey, come and see! What's going on?!" the fat driver shouted into the intercom, with a barely perceptible hint of nervousness in his voice.

The surrounding construction workers and several National Guard soldiers on guard came over curiously upon hearing the sound, gathered around the big pit, and looked down cautiously.

At the moment when everyone's attention was drawn to this strange scene——

"boom--!!!"

A loud bang!

The soil in the center of the pit suddenly exploded, sending countless sand and gravel flying everywhere!

Immediately afterwards, a hideous monster that was huge beyond imagination and whose entire body was a cold, metallic gray-black color suddenly rushed out from the ground!

It was a huge, horrible mosquito-like insect!

Its body length is nearly two meters, and its wings, made of translucent chitin and covered with a network of veins, have a wingspan of more than three meters!

Six slender, articulated legs, like steel scaffolds, supported its disproportionately large body. Its head, occupied by a pair of enormous blood-red compound eyes composed of countless tiny single eyes, took up nearly two-thirds of its body. Under the searchlight's illumination, they gleamed with an inhuman, cold, and cruel light.

The most terrifying thing about it is its one-meter-long mouthpart, with a tip as sharp as a syringe needle and covered with fine barbs! The mouthpart is an ominous dark purple, as if it can pierce any solid object and suck the "juice" inside at any time!

"Om-!"

The huge mosquito-shaped monster vibrated its wings, emitting a low-frequency roar that made one's scalp tingle, and hovered in mid-air.

It seemed uninterested in the stunned, terrified humans around it. Its massive, blood-red compound eyes scanned the surrounding area coldly, finally locking onto the still-steaming Caterpillar excavator.

In its perception, this steel monster that constantly roared and emitted heat was the culprit that disturbed its sleep!

The huge body turned into a gray-black lightning and rushed to the front of the excavator almost instantly!

“Pfft——!!!”

A teeth-grinding piercing sound was heard!

The terrifying mouthparts, like a siege spear, stabbed towards the excavator's cab with the force of thunder!

In the cab, the fat driver who had just been laughing at the Indian legend had an expression frozen in extreme horror and disbelief.

He watched helplessly as the dark purple spike grew infinitely larger in front of his eyes, but he didn't even have time to let out a scream.

The sturdy bulletproof glass is as fragile as a piece of thin paper in front of it and is easily pierced and cracked!

33. The Swarm is Coming!