allendalepharm Page 427
Page 427
Behind the US military position, in a makeshift command post, a blond, blue-eyed commander was intently watching two people who suddenly appeared on the screen through the high-definition camera of a drone.
"Who are they? How did they appear? Why didn't thermal imaging and life signal scanning give any warning?"
He roared into the communicator.
No one could answer.
"Whoever they are! They could be Nathan Island's secret weapon!"
A ruthless glint flashed in the commander's eyes.
"Rod of God, third launch unit, target locked, coordinates XXX.XXX. Wipe that beach off the face of the earth!"
The command was executed swiftly.
A military satellite in near-Earth orbit slightly adjusted its angle. A metal rod, several meters long and made of high-density tungsten alloy, detached from the satellite and began to fall rapidly under the influence of Earth's gravity.
It produced no flames, no smoke, only a piercing shriek that tore through the air. As it broke the sound barrier, a white sonic boom cloud exploded around it, like divine punishment descending upon the world.
This is a pure, concentrated physical attack. Enough to penetrate hundreds of meters of reinforced concrete, triggering an explosion comparable to a small nuclear bomb.
On the battlefield, both the American soldiers and those on Nathan Island felt the suffocating aura of destruction emanating from the sky. They looked up in horror, only to see a tiny black dot rapidly magnifying in their field of vision.
Feng Shayan's expression changed as well. Her [Spatial Transfer] allowed her to easily dodge, but the earth-shattering power still made her heart tremble. She looked at Zhou Ye, wanting to know how this gentleman would deal with it.
Zhou Ye finally withdrew his gaze from the distance. He looked up at the rapidly falling black dot, seemingly somewhat impatient.
"A fly courting death."
He uttered a single word softly.
Then, he raised his right hand, pointed it at the sky, and casually flicked his finger.
There were no earth-shattering sounds, no dazzling light effects.
There was only one crisp snap of the fingers, like flicking dust off clothes.
The next moment, high in the sky, the tungsten alloy rod falling at twenty times the speed of sound, along with all the air within a radius of hundreds of meters around it, was instantly and completely annihilated.
It wasn't an explosion, nor was it shattered; rather, it was the physical erasure of all traces of its existence.
It was as if an invisible eraser had wiped that area in the sky clean.
The sky has returned to its azure blue.
It was as if nothing had happened.
The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence that lasted for three seconds.
Everyone forgot to fire, forgot to take cover, forgot to breathe. They just stared blankly at the eerily clear sky, their minds a complete blank.
In the distant aircraft carrier command center, the blond commander's coffee cup fell to the ground with a crash and shattered. On the screen, the signal representing the Rod of God had turned into a glaring red LOST.
On the beach, Zhou Ye withdrew his finger as if he had done something insignificant. He turned his gaze back to the sand martins.
"Sha Yan, you're right."
"It's too noisy here."
"Go and make them quiet down."
At this moment, Feng Shayan's blood boiled completely. She grinned, revealing a bright yet dangerous smile.
"Yes, sir."
The moment she finished speaking, her figure vanished from the spot.
Chapter 403 The Solo Dance of the Sand Swallow
The figure of the sand swallow, like a ghost, left blurry afterimages amidst the hail of bullets.
【shave】.
After Zhou Ye's optimization, her physical skills had long surpassed simple high-speed movement. Each step she took on the ground precisely utilized the reaction force and the slightest folds in space, allowing her to perform irregular, zigzag movements in a way that defied physics.
To the American soldiers equipped with high-tech targeting systems, the trajectory of the Sand Swallow was a completely unpredictable, chaotic stream of data. Their automatic machine gun turrets spewed fire wildly, creating a web of fire that could tear a building to shreds, yet it couldn't even touch the hem of her clothes.
"Target is moving! Speed...unable to calculate! Repeat, unable to calculate!"
A soldier screamed in terror over the communications channel.
Before he could finish speaking, the sand swallow had already appeared in front of him.
She didn't use any fancy moves; she simply extended a slender, white finger and gently touched the other person's helmet.
【Finger gun miniature space vibration】.
The instant their fingertips touched, an extremely condensed spatial force pierced through the heavy alloy helmet and directly impacted the soldier's brain. Silently, the strong soldier's body stiffened, his eyes instantly glazed over, and he collapsed. Outwardly, he showed no wounds, but his brain, at a microscopic level, had been completely pulverized by the spatial force.
Having landed a successful blow, Feng Shayan didn't stop. She lightly touched the fallen soldier with her toes and rose up as if defying gravity.
【Moonwalk】.
She strolled gracefully through the gaps in the howling gunfire, using the sky as her ground. A homing missile locked onto her, blaring a piercing alarm. Feng Shayan glanced back, a playful smile curving her lips.
Instead of dodging, she charged towards the missile. Just as the two were about to collide, her figure suddenly vanished.
The missile lost its target, arcing through the air as it prepared to search again. But the next second, the figure of the Sand Swallow appeared at the missile's tail. She easily grasped the missile's outer casing with one hand, and with the other, she made a sweeping motion in the air.
A tiny spatial rift opened up in front of her.
She spotted the destroyer charging its main gun on the distant sea, and with a powerful thrust of her arm, she threw the still-roaring missile into the spatial rift like a baseball.
On the destroyer's bridge, the captain was yelling at the radar screen:
"Main guns ready! Target: Nathan Island inland fortifications! Fire..."
Before the word "fire" could be uttered, a spatial rift opened up without warning in front of the main cannon's muzzle. Immediately afterward, a missile they had launched themselves, painted with the Stars and Stripes, emerged from it and slammed into the main cannon, which had just finished charging and was overflowing with energy.
Boom——! !
A massive explosion erupted at sea. The destroyer, weighing thousands of tons, broke in two like a giant, lit firework, and slowly sank to the bottom of the ocean amidst the screams of countless soldiers.
Having done all this, Feng Shayan clapped her hands, as if she had merely completed a classroom exercise. She hovered in mid-air, her gaze sweeping across the chaotic beach.
She saw the fearless Nathan Island warriors, the hatred and determination in their eyes, and their helplessness in the face of a modern army.
"The master said to make them quiet," she murmured to herself.
"Then... let's not move anything."
She took a deep breath and slowly opened her arms.
Centered on her, an invisible yet incredibly powerful spatial fluctuation spread out like ripples.
[Spatial Freeze].
In an instant, the battlefield within a 600-meter radius of the sand martins seemed to be put on pause.
Whether it was the American soldiers firing their weapons or the Nathan Island warriors wielding their battle axes, everyone's movements were frozen in time. The trajectory of bullets leaving the barrel, the arc of artillery shells flying through the air, the dust kicked up by explosions, even the rolling waves on the sea surface—everything was confined within this distorted space.
Time continues to pass, but space remains locked.
What a magnificent, yet bizarre, sight it was. Thousands upon thousands of people, in various poses, formed a colossal, static war sculpture.
Only the sand martins are the only creatures that can move freely in this still world.
She strode down from the sky like a queen surveying her domain. She approached an American soldier about to pull the trigger, extended her finger, and gently deflected his gun. Then, she went to a Nathan Island warrior who had raised his battle axe, ready to strike, and smoothed his wind-blown hair.
"See, isn't it much quieter now?"
She spoke softly, as if explaining to an unseen audience.
The atmosphere in the command center of the aircraft carrier USS Intrepid was so tense it was practically freezing.
The blond commander, General Arnold Scott, who was in charge of this operation for the American inhuman organization Behemoth, stared intently at the miraculous still image transmitted back to the main screen, veins bulging on his forehead.
"Analyze! I need an analysis! What kind of ability is this? What is its range? How long does it last?" He practically spat out these words through his teeth...
“General…we cannot analyze it,” a technician replied, his voice trembling.
"All our detection equipment failed in that area. The spatial parameters there... were completely distorted, turning into gibberish that we couldn't understand."
"Useless!" Arnold slammed his fist on the control panel. "Where's Behemoth's squad? Where's the Scavenger squad?!"
"They...they were also frozen on the battlefield, General."
Arnold's face instantly turned ashen.
The Scavenger Squad is Behemoth's trump card, composed of four top-tier Inhumans with distinct abilities. The captain, Barrier, possesses an absolute defensive force field; member Ghost can perform short-distance spatial jumps; member Electromagnetic Cannon can manipulate electromagnetic forces to fire ultra-high-speed metal jets; and member Mind Demon excels at mental interference.
Such a force was capable of conquering a small country. But now, they were frozen on the battlefield like four wax figures, unable to move.
Arnold knew they had encountered something beyond comprehension. Conventional methods of warfare had become meaningless.
He took a deep breath, a flash of madness and determination in his eyes.
"Activate the Pandora Protocol." He gave the final order to his adjutant beside him.
"Authorized...the highest level of strike."
The adjutant's face turned deathly pale instantly:
"General! Pandora is...it's the ultimate weapon against nuclear war! Once used, this sea area, and even the entire ecosystem of Nathan Island, will be completely destroyed! If it triggers a nuclear war, then Congress..."
“I’ll take full responsibility!” Arnold roared. “Now, either we use it to kill that woman, or we wait for her to come over and kill us all! Execute the order!”
The adjutant, trembling, typed a series of complex authorization codes into the console.
Beneath the aircraft carrier deck, a massive, honeycomb-like launch silo slowly opened. A gigantic, jet-black missile, bathed in a ghostly blue energy glow, was gently lifted into the air.
This is not a conventional missile. Its warhead contains a 100-ton tactical explosive, which will be deployed just after the missile is about to ignite and launch.
A hand tore through space in the sky, crushed the hundred-ton mushroom egg into an iron ball, and then tossed it into the sea like trash, creating a small splash.
In the command center, General Arnold Scott stared at the figure that had suddenly appeared in the "hand," opened his mouth, but no sound came out. The steel and gunfire he had believed in throughout his life seemed like a pathetic joke at that moment.
Fear, like icy seawater, overwhelmed his last shred of will.
Chapter 404 Before God
On the other side of Nathan Island, near the core area of the divine tree's roots, a hidden crisis is erupting.
Elijah, one of the former Nine Guardians of Nathan, now had empty, lifeless eyes, with an eerie red light flickering deep within his pupils. His body, like a precisely manipulated puppet, bypassed all the visible and hidden sentries, silently infiltrating the most vulnerable energy node of the Divine Tree.