Summit Farmer
Chapter 1739 - 1737: Peter Brown Arrives

Chapter 1739: Chapter 1737: Peter Brown Arrives

Alien Species had indeed arrived on Earth long ago!

It was only when matters had developed to this point that everyone realized the words of Peter Brown were true. But only when they saw the aliens appearing one after another and witnessed their strength did everyone understand the severity of the situation.

What made it particularly difficult for the people of Elegant Nation was that they had always regarded dragons as totems, as guardian deities. They hadn’t expected that the numerous dragons that appeared were there to attack humans.

What should we do?

No one knew what to do, the Army gathered a massive amount of weapons to attack the overwhelming number of dragons in the sky.

However, those long dragons were so powerful that their defenses were unbreakable. Firearms, despite facing these creatures, could only temporarily halt their assaults.

It was still Kingston, and by then, the Fengshui Masters deep within Kingston had finally taken action. One after another, powerful Feng Shui Formations were activated. Amidst the flashing lights, the dragons were temporarily kept outside.

But everyone understood that the Feng Shui Formation could only be temporarily effective. Once the earth energy was exhausted, those dragons would definitely break through.

We’re done for!

A look of despair spread across everyone’s faces, never having imagined that the alien civilization they had long hoped for would be so fearsome.

In a vast command center at the heart of Kingston, everyone’s expression grew solemn.

"Can Peter Brown really withstand them?" someone began to doubt.

"Yeah, look at the dragons filling the skies. We have absolutely no power to resist, firearms do no damage to them. How can we fight? Even if Peter Brown has some technological achievements, it doesn’t make sense that he could defeat the dragons."

"We only have one path left, there’s no other choice but to take it!"

When they heard about the one path, everyone knew it referred to agreeing to become slaves and thus surrendering to the Dragon Clan.

However, the thought of their fate after becoming slaves filled everyone with extreme unease. Becoming slaves meant being sent to alien planets to be sold. If that were to happen, a tragic fate would inevitably follow.

"The United States has already been conquered by a species with wings, the Feather Tribe. Many of their people have been loaded onto spaceships, ready to be shipped away; Europe has also fallen; Africa had fallen a long time ago..."

"Our country might be the only one still resisting. If not for the Feng Shui Formation, we would have already fallen."

"If we keep resisting, the Dragon Clan will surely become even more enraged!"

Some were already trembling with fear in their hearts.

"Those who want to surrender can go ahead, but I’d rather die than submit!" the chairman said sternly. The country had entrusted him with such a significant responsibility, and he felt the pressure.

"Exactly, if we truly become slaves, it’s better to die!"

More people expressed their stance.

They had made their stance, but facing the Dragon Clan, they had absolutely no room to resist. Everyone knew in their hearts that no amount of military force could match the Dragon Clan. Flying in the sky, completely unreachable, this species was simply beyond what current humanity could combat.

As despair spread, everyone stopped doing anything. One by one, they silently sat there, all waiting, waiting for the final moment to arrive.

"Look quickly!"

Suddenly, someone pointed at the screen and shouted excitedly.

When everyone looked together, they saw a dragon being blasted from the sky to the ground.

What’s going on?

Everyone was stunned, the seemingly invincible Dragon Clan had been shot down.

Before everyone could understand what was happening, they saw one dragon after another exploding in the sky, blood scattering in the air, falling like a rain of blood.

"That’s a flying car!"

Someone had already pointed at the sky and cried out in alarm.

By now, everyone had seen it too—they indeed saw something in the sky resembling the Flying Cars sold by Peter Brown’s company, but this Flying Car was unlike ordinary flying cars.

The approaching Flying Car had many cannon ports and was currently firing a series of energy blasts from these ports—not traditional warheads, but globes of light that looked like lasers, yet slightly different.

A large number of the Dragon Clan had now surrounded it.

"Is it Peter Brown?" everyone was now speculating. Perhaps the only person who could have arrived was Peter Brown, but when had Peter Brown’s Flying Car become so powerful?

"Too many dragons are surrounding it!"

Someone shouted loudly.

At a glance, the sky was densely packed with dragons, surrounding Peter Brown’s Flying Car right in the center.

The giant claws of those dragons were capable of tearing through iron, and as many claws reached towards the Flying Car, everyone was too heartbroken to keep watching.

However, just when everyone thought the Flying Car would be destroyed, suddenly, myriad spheres of light emanated from the Flying Car.

Amid the relentless bombardment, layers of blood rained down toward the ground.

The mighty dragons were struck from the sky, crashing to the earth.

Looking at the Flying Car again, it was still in flight in the azure sky, undamaged.

The Flying Car was now fully engaged, automatically targeting and attacking the Flying Dragons.

Each strike hit a dragon, and once bombarded, those dragons would simply explode.

Dragon after dragon fell; what was once a sky full of the Dragon Clan was now growing sparser.

It was formidable!

No one had expected the Flying Car to be so powerful that even the mightiest Dragon Clan had no ability to retaliate under its assault.

Time slowly passed, and an hour later, the sky was quiet and clear, aside from the Flying Car still flying. There were no more dragons in the sky.

Looking at the ground, everyone saw the dragons that were still struggling.

The Flying Car moved on, bombarding those dying dragons with cannon fire.

Soon, all the dragons had been killed.

The Flying Car then landed at a specific location and stopped.

Everyone watched with curiosity and saw, to their surprise, Peter Brown walking out of the Flying Car.

"It’s Peter Brown!"

"It really is Peter Brown!"

By this time, everyone’s tension had completely eased, knowing now that they were safe. With Peter Brown’s arrival, there was still hope for Earth.

"Let’s go and welcome Comrade Peter Brown."

The president was also excited at this time, having awaited victory in the midst of despair—nothing was more thrilling than this.

Now, no one spoke ill of Peter Brown anymore; after experiencing a life-and-death ordeal, everyone had truly recognized Peter Brown’s worth.

Peter Brown was also happy, grateful that he had arrived just in time. If he had been a bit later, Elegant Nation might have been finished.

Seeing the president leading people to meet him, a smile appeared on Peter Brown’s face.