Chapter 433

Soviet Union, Plesetsk Cosmodrome.

A Proton rocket began its ignition sequence, then launched into the sky.

Soon, the rocket entered its predetermined orbit; the second-stage booster detached, leaving only the Undetectable Extension Charm capsule containing the satellites.

Normally, at this point, the Undetectable Extension Charm capsule would gradually disintegrate, releasing hundreds of satellites into low Earth orbit.

Yet at this moment, a point of light rose from the other side of the Atlantic.

In the Ural Mountains, on a snow-capped peak, a humanoid figure constructed entirely of steel had been standing silently like a statue, but at this moment, it suddenly opened its eyes.

It slowly raised its head, staring unblinkingly into the sky, mechanically moving its head to a specific angle. The six lenses in its eyeballs rapidly adjusted their focus, crossing nearly a thousand kilometers to see a white line climbing in the distant sky. It zoomed in, clearly capturing the appearance of the missile, and the next instant, a flash of light erupted.

This scene was transmitted through the built-in magic communication network within its body to a laboratory hundreds of meters beneath London.

There, Murphy lay on a bench with his eyes closed in a relaxed posture, but his gaze "saw" the firelight after the Undetectable Extension Charm capsule was struck through dozens of ground observation stations and hundreds of radars.

And his mental tentacles were spread across hundreds of thousands of various sensors and magic control devices globally.

Relying on the massive computational power of supercomputers like Pioneer, he was now like a god incarnate with billions of manifestations, possessing a thousand eyes and ten thousand hands, and in his hands, he held weapons sufficient to conquer the world.

At this moment, he watched indifferently as the empty shell, which was meant to be a decoy, evaporated in the scorching fireball, and immediately issued a declaration of war against the United States via the internet and all-frequency broadcasts.

At the same time this declaration was issued, from several unmanned airfields in Siberia, drones flew out of their hangars in a continuous stream. Before long, they climbed to an altitude of ten thousand meters, forming thirty-six drone formations. Each formation contained three Hela drones, each leading a swarm of Falcon drones, majestically crossing the Pacific Ocean and whistling toward North America.

Meanwhile, hundreds of satellites in the sky also locked onto their respective targets.

He counted down three seconds, and then, hundreds of eerie and terrifying green rays smashed down from the zenith.

……

Panama Canal.

The United States destroyer Mahan was circling and skirmishing with two British Sheffield-class destroyers. The Mahan belonged to the most cutting-edge Arleigh Burke-class destroyers of the present day, while the Sheffield-class were already old models from decades ago, lagging far behind the Mahan in all aspects of performance.

At this moment, the two British ships were suffering from the opponent's electronic warfare suppression. Although the enemy ships were at a distance almost visible to the naked eye, the radar was unexpectedly blank.

And not far away, two United States aircraft carriers sat quietly behind the escort ships, as if mocking them for stumbling along like an old man.

The lookout lowered his binoculars and clenched his fists tightly, wishing he could fire a shot at the opponent right now.

Yet at this moment, the corner of his eye caught a flash of something black, which seemed to land on the position of the United States aircraft carriers.

Immediately afterward, he saw a massive ball of fire explode, swallowing that aircraft carrier, and then another flash of fire, and the other aircraft carrier exploded too.

The lookout was dumbfounded, but before he could figure out what had happened, a shrill alarm sounded. His nerves tightened abruptly, and he rushed into the cabin. The captain's hoarse and desperate roar immediately rang in his ears: "Fire! Fire! Everyone fire!"

He looked blankly at a television in the command cabin; it was flickering with static, but he recognized the person on the screen at a glance.

That was President Patrick Duncan.

He seemed to be giving a speech, but there was no need to listen to what he was saying at all. On the news ticker below, there was a line of text: "Great Britain declares total war on the United States!"

What?

We are at war with the United States?

But before he could think it through, a radar operator yelled: "Torpedo! We are locked on by a torpedo!"

They immediately looked toward the distant Mahan, which was adjusting its hull. The lookout knew this was the Mahan providing an angle for the MK-32 anti-submarine torpedo launchers on its deck, while the old Sheffield-class only had some towed decoys to deceive torpedoes; it was hard to say how much effect they could have.

At the same time, a flash of fire lit up in front of the Mahan's hull, and the lookout's heart sank completely; that was a Tomahawk missile.

Yet at this moment, a pillar of emerald light suddenly descended from the sky and landed in front of the Mahan's bow.

"Boom!" The Tomahawk missile in the air exploded on its own the moment it touched the beam. Immediately afterward, a larger fireball lit up, and the Mahan was instantly torn in two by the expanding flames.

……

"Calling, calling! Mountain Eagle calling tower! Mountain Eagle calling tower! We are under attack! We are under attack!"

A fighter jet whistled into the atmosphere, but the pilot was desperately trying to call the tower: "Minot is under attack! Minot is under attack!"

Below the fighter jet was the Minot Air Force Base, where Minuteman III intercontinental ballistic missile silos were deployed, along with a bomber squadron, but at this moment, they were all turned into a sea of fire amidst those beams descending from the sky.

But he knew that the launch control centers for the intercontinental missiles were scattered in bunkers more than ten meters underground. Although those light beams could easily destroy various facilities on the ground, it was impossible to destroy all the control centers in a short time.

Sure enough, not long after he flew away from the base, a small wooden cabin on the ground suddenly exploded, revealing a deep missile silo underneath.

The next moment, a massive intercontinental ballistic missile, like a black sword spewing tongues of fire, slowly rose into the sky.

However, just as the missile reached an altitude of several tens of meters, a beam of light hit the missile body precisely.

"Boom!"

A ball of fire exploded in the air, and this super-weapon carrying a megaton-class nuclear bomb fell into a mountain like a kite with a broken string, accompanied by rolling flames and explosions.

Fortunately, the nuclear warhead was equipped with precise measures to prevent it from self-detonating before reaching its destination, which avoided the outcome of blowing the entire base into the sky.

The fighter pilot saw this scene and immediately cursed loudly, but he dared not stay here any longer. He immediately drove the fighter jet, climbed to a high altitude, and chose a random direction to flee.

The moment he broke through the clouds, he saw a shocking scene.

Between the upper and lower cloud layers, he saw several green pillars of light connecting heaven and earth descending from the high sky, piercing the clouds and sky like fences full of the aura of death, sweeping across in a certain regular path, splitting the clouds below into geometric shapes.

And through the clouds, one could see countless flashes of fire erupting on the ground below.

Suddenly, a pillar of light lit up beside him, scaring him into immediately flipping the fuselage a few times, screaming desperately as he broke through that cloud layer.

He had already reached an altitude of several thousand meters, and the city below had shrunk to the size of a palm. Only then did he discover that those pillars of light were not just attacking the base below him. Looking up, dense pillars of light covered the earth; he didn't know exactly how many there were.

He, who had originally thought about finding the organization to start a counterattack, suddenly felt a sense of despair in his heart: "Is this, the end of the world?"

Just at this moment, a strange-looking drone appeared beside him at some point.

He looked around in horror and was stunned to find that he had actually mixed into a massive flight formation.

The fighter jets beside him were continuously dropping various types of bombs downward.

He found it hard to imagine how such a small fuselage could carry more ammunition than a B-2.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared above his head, and a massive fighter jet was passing over him.

Just as he looked over, a spherical camera under the fighter jet rotated, and the lens flashing with red light stared at him like a massive eyeball from hell.

Immediately afterward, a machine gun extended from under that fighter jet.

"Oh, God……"

He wailed, and then the fuselage was torn into pieces by bullets like heavy artillery.

At the last moment before the explosion, he saw the paint under that fighter jet.

"IMHEL, IMHELL".

I, am the Reaper.

I, am Hell.

(End of chapter)