I put monsters and super powers in America

Greenwood neighborhood in Tulsa.

The dilapidated streets are recovering at a miraculous speed.

Dozens of engineering vehicles from the Federal Emergency Management Agency (FEMA) are working around the clock to clear collapsed houses, fill potholes on roads, and install new utility poles and water pipes.

And in the heart of the community, in the small square in front of the Vernon African Methodist Episcopal Church, the atmosphere was filled with a primitive and sacred frenzy.

Hundreds of surviving black residents were prostrating themselves on the ground, worshiping with their most pious attitude the black sacred beast that was lazily lying on the steps in front of the church, like a moving mountain range.

"Praise you! Great Black Panther! Our eternal guardian!"

“Thank you for coming down from heaven and bringing us light and hope!”

"Wakanda Foeva!"

Listening to the thunderous praise in his ears, the black holy beast's heart was filled with restless embarrassment and... a hint of unspeakable awkwardness.

"Damn, these guys, what kind of personality cult are they engaging in? Don't they know that this is what we need to be most vigilant and oppose?"

Jamal Washington, or rather, the soul of this sacred rat-tooth beast, was scratching the stone steps below him impatiently with his huge claws.

"But if I don't let them worship me, how can I maintain my image as a 'divine beast'? If I don't maintain my image, how can I stabilize those bastards in the federal government and make them willingly jump into this pit I've dug?"

He felt like an undercover agent who had infiltrated a pyramid scheme. In order to finally destroy this den, he had to follow that group of lunatics every day, saying slogans that he himself didn't even believe in. That kind of mental torture was even more painful than asking him to fight with "Super Ma Run" again.

"I'll endure it! I'll endure it! In a few days, when those federal bureaucrats really come running over to me to hold some globally broadcast 'investiture ceremony' like they say in the news... hmph, I'm going to give them a real rip! I'm going to make them completely and once and for all show their hypocritical faces in front of the whole world!"

As for the future development of this community, he is not too worried.

Military force is the best guarantee, while the economy is the blood that truly revitalizes this land.

He slowly lowered his head and looked at the respected old pastor Elijah, who was crawling at his feet and looking up at him with almost fanatical eyes.

Then, its huge head shook slightly, and from between the relatively sparse, soft hair like fetal hair on its abdomen, a drop of... a sticky golden liquid that was like molten gold, emitting a faint glow and a strange fragrance, slowly and with difficulty seeped out.

The liquid slid down its hair and dripped precisely onto the old pastor's already cracked lips.

"This... this is... nectar from God!"

The old pastor's pupils instantly dilated. He extended his equally dry tongue and, as if savoring the most sacred sacrament, reverently and carefully licked the drop of golden liquid. An indescribable, warm, and powerful life energy instantly surged from the tip of his tongue, spreading throughout his limbs and bones! His back, long bent by age and fatigue, now slowly, bit by bit, straightened! His eyes, always cloudy, glowed with the vibrant energy that only youth possessed! He even felt that his heart, which had been beating for a lifetime and had long been overwhelmed by the burden, was now stronger and more powerful than that of a seventeen-year-old boy!

"Praise the Black Panther! Praise our great patron saint!" The old pastor was so excited that tears streamed down his face. He prostrated himself once again and gave the most devout praise from the bottom of his soul to the sacred beast in front of him.

Of course, in addition to being used to "reward" the most loyal believers, a portion of this "divine nectar" was sent through some special channels to a secret laboratory called "New Area 52" thousands of miles away.

"Oh my God...this...this is simply a miracle!"

Dr. Hamilton looked at the incredible data on the analysis report and trembled with excitement. He felt that he might have another heart attack at any time due to excessive excitement.

"The concentration and activity of the 'supernatural factor' in this liquid isn't as high as the one extracted directly from the monster corpses before, and it can even be said to be very 'inferior'. It requires an extremely complex distillation and purification process to reach the standard of a strengthening liquid..."

"But that's not important! What's important is that it can be regenerated! It can be produced continuously and stably!"

This discovery made the entire laboratory excited!

This meant that they had finally gotten rid of the dilemma of having to rely on "picking up corpses" to obtain precious research materials! They now had a stable and inexhaustible source of "supernatural factors"!

This report, full of surprises, was quickly sent in encrypted form to the desks of the Pentagon and the White House.

"Quick! Now! Immediately!"

An urgent and unquestionable order from the highest level was quickly issued to the special group responsible for negotiations at the front.

"Promise it! Give it whatever it wants! Immediately! Right now! Reach a final, legally binding agreement with that... with our great 'National Guardian Beast'! All preparations for the enthronement ceremony must begin immediately!"

"We must make our 'National Guardian Divine Beast' satisfied!"

90. Main=6?

The library of No. 499 High School, which was always filled with the smell of old papers, once again became the tacit "secret base" of the three people.

With the arrival of late autumn, the leaves of the sycamore trees outside the window have turned from green to yellow, and the annual SATs, the college entrance exam that determines the future destiny of countless American high school students, has also arrived as scheduled.

Those athletes who usually only know how to sweat on the court and bully their classmates in the toilet now have a vocabulary book in their hands, muttering to themselves, trying to cram SAT vocabulary that is more complicated than a football tactical diagram into their brains that have long been filled with muscles.

But this anxiety that permeates the entire campus is incompatible with this small corner of the library.

Main dragon, Tifa, and Jingxue.

The three of them were not panicked at all.

Are you kidding? Forget about the State University of New York. Even if it's the eight Ivy League schools, as long as Atlas Graham is willing to make a phone call, write a letter of recommendation, and donate a small sum of money in the name of the "Palantir Multicultural Development Foundation," the three of them can take the exam with their eyes closed and hand in a blank paper on the spot, and they can all be specially recruited as inspirational examples of "disabled but determined, overcoming all difficulties and moving America."

What is the value of the recommendation letter admission system?

Therefore, the main dragon is still staying here purely for the sake of peace and quiet.

Then he discovered that the two girls following him were really learning, and they were learning something incredible.

"Jingxue, you should take a look at this Klein-Gordon equation. If we substitute it from here into the Calabi-Yau manifold... we will get very interesting results."

Tifa gently pushed an open physics notebook filled with densely written formulas in front of Jingxue.

The main dragon stretched his neck and saw the symbols that looked like a celestial book, and the sky collapsed.

No, when did you...

The main dragon was speechless. Just as he was about to confirm what she said, Jingxue's little head came over.

"It's really interesting. The momentum kμ splits." She drew a red arrow on the manifold diagram in her notebook. "The wave vector along the compact dimension is quantized into a discrete spectrum, such as the degenerate mode km = Lm2πn on the K3 surface. This directly suppresses the four-dimensional effective mass meff2 = m02 + ∑km2."

"I feel like this is a high-dimensional version of the Higgs mechanism! The Calabi-Yau Euler characteristic..."

Jingxue's voice clearly reached the main dragon's ears.

Master Dragon: “…”

He looked at the "holy book" in front of him that was densely packed with formulas, and then looked at the two beautiful girls on his left and right who were eager to discuss and wanted to pull him in to discuss together. He was completely dumbfounded!

"No, I remember Tifa was still discussing the left-hand rule and the right-hand rule a few weeks ago. I guess all the equations on the screen were just 6. Why is she jumping straight to string theory now?"

"Why don't you guys listen to what B issue you're discussing, Klein or something... Higgs or something..."

"Is this a question a high school student should be asking?! You two don't need to be here anymore. I don't think there's a single undergraduate in the US who's worthy of you two!"

Although the above content is only the graduate-level courses in related majors, and people’s intelligence is generally at its peak in their senior year of high school, this learning ability is a bit scary anyway.

I don’t know if it’s the effect of the second stage of “Beast King’s Shadow” and the third stage of “Tyrant’s Shadow”, but Jingxue and Tifa have become extremely smart; they no longer need the main dragon’s guidance; he even thought of recommending them to go to Anduriel as scientific researchers.

"Can Beast King's Shadow and Tyrant's Shadow enhance a person's IQ?"

"This……"

"Oh, you're right, it's really possible."

Mammals in the Mesozoic Era, because of their body size, had to cope with complex environments and a large number of natural enemies, so they practiced in snail shells and made their senses other than vision extremely sharp; in order to survive, they also had to often stay in groups, and sociality became a pressure of natural selection.

Whether it is processing the information collected by the senses or the need to communicate and interact with each other, it all turns into pressure, and smarter "bulk rats" are screened out generation after generation.

As for the dinosaurs...

Although their brain capacity seems small, the archosaurs, especially the ornithopods, which are dinosaurs (including birds) and pterosaurs, have a very BUG brain structure - they can achieve complex functions with a very small brain capacity and a smaller number of brain cells.

In short, mammals use quantity to accumulate computing power, while dinosaurs and birds use architectural optimization.

Tyrannosaurus Rex is a predator that probably lives in families and groups, so its IQ is definitely not low.

"Ugh……"

The main dragon sighed helplessly in his heart.

Tifa, who needed his teaching before, can now understand quantum mechanics.

He simply lay back and took out a pair of noise-canceling headphones from his pocket and put them on. Then he turned on the screen of his mobile phone and put on an attitude of "you guys do your thing, I'm going to start slacking off."

Fortunately, the blonde female anchor on Fox Channel's spitting voice eased his frustration a little.

Watching monkey shows can relieve stress.

The Fox News anchor's relatively pretty face was distorted by extreme excitement and enthusiasm.

"I repeat! The incident in Greenwood is completely over! It is no longer a reason for us to be torn apart! Why? Because the arrival of the sacred beast 'Black Panther' has pointed out the only correct path for us! It chose to descend upon that land and use its divine power to purify the community polluted by the evil wrath of the 'Bone Blade Killer'. This in itself is God's most direct and unquestionable revelation to us!"

"It tells us! Jamal Washington and the set of demagogic Black Panther Party ideas from the East that he represents are evil! They must be eliminated! And our great federal government and our heroic Super Maroons are doing exactly what God wants! They are doing what God wants!"

"Now, who dares to say that it was a case of 'racial oppression'? Who dares to defend that terrorist?!"

The main dragon was breathtaking. Damn, even the Korean Central News Agency was not as passionate as you.

He swiped the screen and clicked on CNN's news channel.

The painting style is completely different.

Professor Anderson, the Harvard female elite who is always well-dressed and has eyes as sharp as a knife, is facing the camera, expressing her "insights" full of "rationalism" in an emotionless tone, and showing the aloofness of a Democratic elite who is hated by everyone.

"I have to point out that the White House's latest resolution, which seeks to establish a special, highly autonomous 'supernatural creature sanctuary' in the Greenwood area for the Black Panther sacred animal, is legally absurd and unconstitutional, and a blatant violation of our national sovereignty and territorial integrity!"

"We already have a 'state within a state' of Sioux big cats and a 'Red Neck Giant Republic' in Van Buren County! Now, we have an 'animal sanctuary' ruled by a beast?! What's worse is that we know nothing about that beast! Mr. President, are you governing a country or running a loose zoo made up of countless independent feudal territories?!"

"The greatest irony is that the federal government, which is supposed to be the symbol of sovereignty, has now, time and again, divided and ceded its sovereignty, even... using it as a bargaining commodity in exchange for temporary political stability and false prosperity. This is the greatest tragedy of this country."

The Dragon Master looked at these two completely different, yet equally flawed, arguments and felt...

Awesome!

"Right, right, right! That's it! Start arguing! Start fighting! The more intense the confrontation, the more powerful my vows will be!"

"There will be a lot of fun in the future."

As he thought about this, the fire in his heart that wanted to continue causing trouble was ignited again.

He slowly closed his eyes, leaving the complicated and noisy real world behind, and his consciousness, like a wisp of smoke, drifted towards the primitive world that belonged only to him, full of infinite possibilities and vitality.

"Gaia's Dream, here I come."

Author's message

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It seems that there are 50 blades now. I will update it tonight.

91. Grow into a mature tree and open the cracks!

When the master dragon's consciousness sank into the ancient land that belonged only to him again, a damp and slightly cool air mixed with the fragrance of soil after rain and the smell of decaying plants rushed towards him.

The rain of Gaia's dream has not stopped.

Moreover, the rain was much heavier than the last time.

It was no longer the kind of continuous drizzle that was like sorrow, but had become a "moderate rain" in the true sense.

Raindrops the size of soybeans fell densely from the dim sky, shrouding the entire wasteland in a gray curtain of water. The raindrops struck the broad, prehistoric fern leaves, making a dense, crisp "crackling" sound, gathering into tiny streams that flowed down the leaf veins and eventually merged into the muddy ground beneath their feet.

The wind hadn't picked up yet, but the air was already filled with the solemnity of impending rain. The lush branches and leaves of the ginkgo tree he had transformed into swayed constantly under the rain, making a rustling sound, as if whispering an ancient ballad.

The Wanafree Tyrannosaurus Rex, whom he had high hopes for, was obviously enjoying this weather.

Its feathers, thoroughly soaked by the rain, clung tightly to its body, outlining its increasingly ferocious muscular features. Its length had already surpassed four meters, and when standing, it was almost as tall as an adult human.

At this moment, it was patrolling its territory with steady and powerful steps, and from time to time it let out one or two low, intimidating roars from its throat, scaring away several Troodonts that tried to approach and pick up some leftovers.

There is no doubt that it has successfully become the "Big Brother" of this area, although the value of this "Big Brother" in the Mesozoic era is probably equivalent to the most capable kid in elementary school.

In comparison, the reptilian couple seemed to have a stronger sense of "family responsibility".

They built their nest in a higher place, next to a ginkgo tree, away from the rising water level. At this moment, the couple, with their five cubs, who have grown up a lot but still look a little cute, are hunting together in the bushes not far away.

Their target was still their old enemy, the Psittacosaurus. The cubs were responsible for driving it away and harassing it, while the male and female reptiles seized the opportunity and launched a fatal attack from the flank.

They carry out such high-intensity hunting every day, and all seven members of the family are fat and strong, with shiny fur.

The arch-dragon knew their plan well. Once the storm season truly arrived, the highlands beneath his feet would become an isolated island surrounded by floodwaters. By then, they would have no other source of food except for scavenging the rotting carcasses of fish washed up by the floodwaters. If they didn't store up enough fat now, they would starve to death.

The group of Jehol pterosaurs in the sky are undoubtedly the biggest winners in the early stage of this rainy season.

Although their wet feathers affected their flight, making it less graceful, the continuous rain had a greater impact on the giant flying insects that also lived in the prehistoric sky. Once their wings were wet, they became extremely heavy, unable to fly high or fast, making them the perfect targets for pterosaurs.

At this moment, the dozen or so pterosaurs, like a black whirlwind, circled and dived in the low sky, and used their long beaks covered with fine teeth to accurately pick up large dragonflies, lacewings and unknown large beetles that were dizzy from the rain into their mouths.

They were all eating desperately, as if they were having a life-and-death feast.

After all, the wind is not strong now, so they can still fly. When the wind really blows, they can only hide under the tree canopy and rely on the fat stored in their bodies to survive the long and unbearable rainy season.