Chapter 93: Launch Missile

In the sky, the lines of the altar grew ever more complete. Countless people looked up at this scene, their expressions shifting from wonder to unease to helplessness; upon noticing the planes constantly fleeing the sky, the crowd realized something and gradually sank into fear and collapse.

Suddenly, an alarm blared over the entire capital of Britain. The major television channels of the capital flashed the same image: Tony Carter, the Chief of Defence Staff. His face was grave. "All residents within the cities, please proceed immediately to nearby underground air-raid shelters. To prevent the sky anomaly from continuing to develop, the military will launch a missile into the Great Wembley Pit in ten minutes!"

Every citizen's mobile phone in the capital simultaneously received a text message, notifying them to seek nearby air-raid shelters for cover immediately, and providing maps of the shelters throughout the capital.

Naturally, Director Zhou and the other three beside the Great Wembley Pit also received the text message, and at the same time, Director Zhou received a call from the Xia Nation.

"Evacuate immediately. The British Prince has already fled. The one currently in command is Chief of Defence Staff Tony Carter. The British military has issued a final notice to us: they will launch a missile into the pit in ten minutes. If they cannot stop the sky anomaly, they may even launch a nuclear bomb!"

Director Zhou hung up the phone with a cold expression and shouted loudly to the expert team: "Evacuate immediately!"

Wei Chang'an, who had just climbed out of the pit, looked anxious: "But Yang Yi is still inside!"

"Can't the organization negotiate with the Kingdom of Britain?" Chen Chen Yushu's face also showed a rare look of anxiety.

Zhang Zhang Ningning nervously wrung her hands.

Director Zhou paced back and forth on the spot. "How could there be no negotiation? At the national level, we have issued a solemn warning to Britain: if they launch a missile into the pit regardless of Yang Yi's safety, their actions will be viewed as provocation, and we will definitely impose national-level punishment upon them! But Britain has reached the brink of national destruction and can no longer heed our threats!"

Chen Chen Yushu gritted his teeth and said, "Does that mean we just let them launch a missile into the pit? Yang Yi is an S-Class, but... that is a nuclear bomb!"

Wei Chang'an's anger flared to the heavens: "And Yang Yi went down there to save the Kingdom of Britain!"

Not far away, Li Jiaoshou wiped his sweat. "The analysis results are out! Based on the detection results, the spatial rift inside the pit has already closed. You all went down to the bottom and still didn't find her figure; it is highly likely she is now in another space..."

Hearing these words, Director Zhou was overjoyed. Wei Chang'an and Chen Chen Yushu also jumped out of the pit with delight, and Zhang Zhang Ningning was so moved that tears filled her eyes.

Director Zhou immediately led everyone to drive away, speeding toward the airport where the Xia Nation's supersonic aircraft was still waiting.

Along the way, the chaotic scenes of the British capital came into their view, and only then did they truly realize that Britain was finished.

In the city, some people stared blankly at the sky with expressions of despair;

some knelt on the ground, praying to some deity;

some simply shouted, submitting to that evil god whose whereabouts were unknown;

countless people on the brink of despair fell into final madness. Fires were set, explosions occurred, robberies, rapes, and murders took place... various crimes were happening. The roads were already blocked by vehicles and debris lying haphazardly. Without Wei Chang'an, Chen Chen Yushu, and Zhang Zhang Ningning using their superpowers to clear the way, they would have been unable to move a single step.

A woman was dragged by a man to the side of a wall, her clothes being frantically torn off. Suddenly, a stone spike protruded from the ground, piercing through his thigh. The man clutched his leg and screamed loudly. The crying woman paused for a moment, then fled quickly.

Zhang Zhang Ningning's face was sorrowful as she slowly withdrew her hand.

Wei Chang'an and Chen Chen Yushu said nothing, their expressions merely complex—if such a scene were to happen in the Xia Nation...

They dared not think any further.

A roar came from the sky. They leaned out the window to look: three small black dots were flying rapidly in the direction they had just come from.

Suddenly, the ground shook. The entire city seemed to suffer an earthquake. Several buildings with substandard construction quality shook a few times and collapsed. Then, three huge explosions came from the direction of Wembley, causing a ringing in everyone's ears.

People on the street who had been looting and smashing in the chaos were shaken until blood flowed from their noses and ears. They staggered toward the underground air-raid shelters.

Britain had launched three missiles in a row!

Director Zhou and the others immediately rushed to the airport at the fastest speed. They were still launching missiles now; if Britain launched a nuclear bomb regardless of the consequences, they would not be able to escape!

The lines in the sky seemed unaffected by the missiles, still slowly lighting up. Moreover, the lines of this altar were about to connect completely...

Who could they pray to now? Who could save this city, save the innocent people of this nation?

Countless people thought of Yang Yi, who had entered the Great Wembley Pit. Was she dead? Had she not died at the hands of the cultists, only to die at the hands of the very nation she had saved?

Could she survive the missiles?

Wasn't she the legendary superweapon comparable to a nuclear bomb? Wasn't she hailed as the God of Humanity?

If one could detect the name most thought of by humanity at this moment, it would be found that those two characters ranked at the very top—Yang Yi.

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"Crack—" The cup in Chris's hand fell to the ground, shattering into fragments.

He stared at the live television screen in a state of near confusion. It was surveillance footage near Wembley. The Kingdom of Britain had launched three missiles in a row at that great pit. When the first explosion sound came out, the screen had already turned black.

His hands trembling, he picked up the remote control, wanting to change the channel, to see the follow-up results, to check for news about her...

But that remote control, usually so light, now seemed to weigh ten thousand pounds. He could not lift it at all. Moreover, his body suddenly became heavy. He went limp all over and collapsed onto the sofa.

That explosion seemed to have caused a ringing in his ears as well. His mind kept buzzing, like the cry of cicadas in late autumn, screaming with the last strength of their lives, hoarse and desperate. He could hear nothing, remember nothing.

"... I am already your prey, can't you see..." Amidst the chaos and numbness, a girl whispered softly in his ear.

He woke up with a start and hurriedly reached for his phone. His hands trembled; he almost dialed the wrong number several times, constantly backing up and correcting, until he finally pressed the right number that was burned into his memory.

With the expectation of a pilgrim, with the purest and most urgent longing of a little boy, he prayed for God's mercy, awaiting the verdict of fate:

"Beep—beep—beep—..."

"Beep—beep—..."

"Beep—..."