We could fly so high……

　　We can soar high in the sky……

Chapter 0005: Is it a dragon?

　　"I have a household registration, an ID card, and a file. Besides, here, you two are the aliens!"

　　Mark Benson shrugged indifferently. This secret was now completely dispensable to him; so what if she knew?

　　"Sis, this guy is just too much! Twisting the facts again, and now he's turning it around and calling us aliens! Hey, sis, say something!"

　　Grace Thompson decisively pulled her sister into a united front, thinking that with the two of them, they had the numbers and wouldn't let the other side deny it.

　　"He's right. Here, we are the aliens!"

　　Compared to her younger sister's efforts to expose him, the elder sister Grace Thompson was much calmer, clearly possessing a far stronger mentality, and had already fully accepted reality.

　　The core question was: what good would exposing him do?

　　Who would have thought that this guy, who started out playing cosplay, was actually the real deal.

　　"……"

　　Her sister was stunned by her words, her expression wonderfully complex.

　　After a bout of teeth-gnashing, she could only vent her anger on the roast meat in her hand, tearing into it fiercely.

　　As if what she was biting wasn't roast meat, but Colonel Mark Benson, who had fooled her again and again.

　　It's all your fault, you liar, big liar! You made everyone think I'm the big fool of the intelligence team. I'll bite you to death, I'll eat you up!

　　But to be fair, this roast meat is actually pretty good.

　　Her sister's sulking made Emily Thompson give a helpless, faint smile. In fact, during the day, she had already noticed the strangeness of their surroundings.

　　Besides those ferocious giant wolves, there were also plants and animals she had never seen before.

　　With the help of Mark Benson's second-generation "Dragon General" dual-mode digital individual combat armor, after opening the holographic projection interface, no matter which connection mode she tried, she couldn't link to any communication node.

　　No E-8C joint battlefield reconnaissance aircraft, no satellite signals, within a 50-kilometer radius only natural electromagnetic noise could be received, no artificial signals at all, and the electromagnetic environment in the atmosphere was so pure it was astonishing.

　　This strange place was definitely not an electronic silence zone, which meant there was only one answer……

　　……

　　……

　　The burst of transition energy from the giant particle accelerator on Earth, after being projected by the space-based directional energy refraction satellite, struck the vortex-shaped spatial gate with pinpoint accuracy.

　　That seemed to be no longer an ordinary superstring-dimensional existence. The moment he and the others were pulled into the spatial gate by an irresistible force of rules, they were thrown directly into the perilous and unpredictable spatial turbulence.

　　No one knew how long it lasted—maybe just an instant, maybe ten thousand years. Time lost all meaning in the spatial turbulence.

　　A flash of silver!

　　Strange, why did this memory come back to him again?

　　No, that was just part of it. That—that was a giant silver dragon.

　　Not a dragon of the metallic lineage whose scales were naturally silver, but one that seemed to emit a silvery radiance of its own, with a special, somewhat illusory hue.

　　Silver Dragon Clan!

　　Dragons born with spatial attributes, the enforcers of the dragon race.

　　Theresa Parker, that was the name of the silver dragon. She was the one who took the gold coin.

　　That glutton was no match for her at all, and was captured so easily.

　　What on earth did that guy do to make the dragons go to such lengths to hunt it down?

　　If not for the gold coin giving up resistance and surrendering, in exchange for a trace of mercy from the silver dragon Theresa Parker, who then took him and the four girls out of the spatial turbulence and casually tossed them into this world—

　　And that Spear of Longinus was nowhere to be found either. That greedy dragon!

　　Sophie Carter, Sally……

　　Who knows where that damned female silver dragon threw the two of them?

　　If anything happens to them, he would definitely make that silver dragon regret ever coming to this world.

　　And his own logistics tech chief, the blonde loli Marcia Wright—he hoped he could see her again.

　　Damn Third Era civilization. Luckily, he had managed to seize the main Spear of Longinus. The full-scale invasion war facing the D3 membrane world should be over.

　　Without the main Spear of Longinus to activate the dimensional space coordinate resonance array, those spatial gates that broke through the membrane barrier should disappear soon.

　　Relying solely on those stargate rings, the humans of the Third Era civilization could never successfully invade and occupy the D3 membrane world.

　　Even though the price paid was so high, looking at it now, it was all worth it.

　　It was as if lost memories were automatically resurfacing bit by bit, and his chaotic thoughts gradually became clear.

　　"Hey! Hey! Big liar, lazy pig, it's morning, get up! Ah, we're under attack!"

　　Like a noisy little bird chirping in his ear at dawn, Mark Benson was pulled out of his dreams by a burst of clamor.

　　The moment he opened his eyes, a surge of intense anger and unwillingness flashed by.

　　It wasn't directed at Emily Thompson's unceremonious wake-up call, but this extreme emotion was quickly buried deep in his heart.