Chapter 69: Japan Nationwide Level-One Military Alert

Tokyo, Japan, Arakawa Ward, Higashi-Oku.

Under countless eyes, the six-eyed demon stepped out of the flames, its pace unbroken, its cold, bloodthirsty, serpent-like gaze sweeping over the frontline tanks and armored vehicles, then it walked forward.

The ground sank and cracked, spreading outward toward the frontline tanks.

Spreading with the ground fissures was a vast, overwhelming pressure.

Countless gasps.

Inside the building, anchors and reporters knelt and crawled on the floor, their limbs trembling uncontrollably, their souls terrified as if about to flee their bodies—they felt that terrifying pressure, even from over ten kilometers away, sweeping over them and forcing them to their knees.

Everyone—not just those on-site, but also viewers watching the livestream—trembled from within.

In the livestream footage, the six-eyed demon simply walked forward; though still over a thousand meters from the tank group, the multi-ton steel beasts—tanks—crumpled as if struck by meteorites, their thick, hardened armor crushed like aluminum cans.

Creak. Creak. Creak. Creak. Creak.

Not one tank, but all tanks ahead were struck.

“Run! Run fast!!”

“Abandon vehicles! Everyone abandon your vehicles!!”

Officers screamed, ordering soldiers to flee their armored vehicles; troops scrambled out in panic.

“Ahh!!”

“Save me!”

“No!”

Everything happened too fast—the tanks were crushed too swiftly, as if invisible, colorless hydraulic presses had appeared atop them and slammed down; within two or three seconds, the tanks were flattened into steel slabs, reduced to scrap metal.

The steel armor groaned, as if mourning.

Too many soldiers inside failed to escape—they were crushed along with the tanks, their bodies flattened and bursting, blood and flesh spraying, bones shattered into fragments.

The scene was horrific: chunks of flattened “scrap metal” either spattered or streamed with torrents of blood, staining the terrifying spectacle.

“No!!” Soldiers stared with bloodshot eyes, helplessly watching comrades who had once laughed and joked with them die inside the tanks, powerless to save them.

The livestream.

Watching the footage—soldiers who never even exited their tanks, only blood seeping out; others who escaped halfway but were crushed and severed at the waist by the collapsing tanks—everyone trembled, chilled to the bone, their souls numb.

Can it be defeated?

Can human force truly defeat such horror?

Countless hearts raised doubts they dared not voice.

“No… it’s impossible to win,” the reporter gripped his scalp tightly, eyes filled only with terror, face helpless, drowning in deep despair.

The tank armored force, hailed as a terrestrial flood, had been annihilated—all tanks destroyed. Even if some soldiers survived, what did it matter? The tanks were all ruined, reduced to useless scrap, utterly immobile—and this… this was merely from the six-eyed demon advancing forward.

It… it… it hasn’t even acted yet!!

Merely by walking forward, relying on a single aura—an unexpected, unannounced, sudden pressure—it obliterated the entire tank unit.

This aura cannot be detected by instruments, yet humans feel it: an indescribable, inexplicable terror, suffocating and oppressive.

Everyone shuddered.

This pressure crushed tanks effortlessly—if it were applied to humans… perhaps… not even a speck would remain.

“Monster…” the officer cried in terror, instinctively retreating, stepping into the blood pool seeping from a nearby tank, slipping and falling backward.

Fear, horror, and other negative emotions spread among the soldiers.

…

Tokyo, Japan, Metropolitan Police Headquarters, Conference Room.

With a thud, Minister Saito collapsed into his chair, eyes vacant, hands trembling—signaling his inner turmoil.

“Destroyed… like that?”

The tone was phrased as a question, yet carried certainty.

Though all aircraft were destroyed, ten tanks and over a dozen armored vehicles were lost, and nearly a hundred military personnel were casualties, the 1st Division still had remaining forces, and the 12th Brigade of the Eastern Army was en route to compensate for firepower—but it was useless. No matter how many tanks arrived, no matter how many planes filled the sky, they could not kill the six-eyed demon.

And even if firepower was overwhelming, they could not get close to the six-eyed demon—any missile or shell that neared it was detonated by its pressure alone.

“We must change strategy! We must change our combat tactics!”

Minister Saito stared fixedly at the screen.

Judging from the destruction the six-eyed demon had shown, direct infantry charges and tank artillery were useless—they must strike unexpectedly, annihilating it before it noticed, and the firepower must be strong enough to kill it.

“What kind of firepower could strike unexpectedly and be powerful enough to annihilate it?”

Minister Saito thought rapidly.

Buried heavy-tank mines? Deploy chemical gas? Biological virus? Thermal bombs? Or perhaps…

…

Tokyo, Japan, Nerima Ward, Eastern Army Headquarters.

General Suzuki Kū and other commanders remained silent, eyes locked on the screen; this operation against the six-eyed demon was under their full command.

Facing the horrific scenes, they felt guilt, yet shared Minister Saito’s thoughts.

“Retreat! Order all forces to withdraw! Shift from direct firepower annihilation to ambush annihilation!”

Go! Immediately notify the Maritime Self-Defense Force—order them to prepare to launch cruise missiles! Yes, cruise missiles! This monster must be struck with large-scale precision strikes to prevent it from destroying our firepower.

Notify the police—evacuate Higashi-Oku within the shortest possible time. Tell them: the combat zone has expanded—not just the border between Higashi-Oku and Tōrin Village, but the entire Higashi-Oku!!

All forces, listen up!!!

Enter the highest level of national military alert! Notify all units—prepare for immediate support! All forces stand by! Remember! This is not an exercise! This is not an exercise!”

“Hai!!”

Every officer and communicator in the room sprang into frantic action, every face taut, solemn, and grim.

Orders poured out in rapid succession, yet General Suzuki Kū and the other top commanders felt it was far from enough.

The next moment.

They exchanged glances, all nodding.

“Issue orders: whether already developed or still in research, whether landmines, remote-triggered explosives, or any weapon with massive destructive power—get them all here at maximum speed. I will turn Higashi-Oku into a battlefield prison. Even if we cannot kill the six-eyed demon, we must wound it, halt its advance—do not let it step beyond Higashi-Oku and expand the threat zone!!”

“Hai!!”

As the orders were issued, an officer ran in, saluted, and reported: “Report! The United States has called again—asking if we’ve made a decision, whether we require support.”

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