130: Chapter 130 The Empress Watches a Livestream in the Wasteland: Shall We Wipe Out the US?

Wasteland, Dawn City Imperial Palace.

In the deathly silence, there was only the 'drip, drip' sound of that viscous red liquid falling onto the alloy floor.

Jiang Wanqiu stared fixedly at the holographic screen floating in mid-air. Her captivating red eyes were slightly narrowed, revealing a hair-raising, dangerous aura.

On the screen, the image was frozen on the moment Academician Chen Shuyin stood in front of Jiang Chen, pointing at the camera and scolding.

"Heh."

Jiang Wanqiu sneered and flicked away the red liquid staining her fingertips; it was a strong liquor brewed from the blood of some mutated beast.

She stood up and paced slowly around the frozen image, her gaze like that of someone inspecting a suicidal prey.

"It looks... really sloppy."

Jiang Wanqiu reached out a finger and poked at Academician Chen Shuyin's face in the air, her tone full of the disdain and pickiness of a 'True Empress':

"Is this the 'sewer-cleaning auntie' the Father God spoke of?"

"Her skin is so white; it's obvious she's a weakling who hasn't been baptized by radiation. She has no armor on her body and doesn't even carry a decent blade. Does a woman with such negative combat power deserve to stand in front of the Father God?"

Although her mouth was full of disdain, the sour water in her heart, known as 'jealousy,' was about to overflow from her throat.

That position...

That position where one could open their arms and protect the Father God like a mother protecting her calf—it should have been hers!

"Shameless woman."

Jiang Wanqiu gritted her teeth, her nails scratching a harsh sound against the alloy armrest. "To think you dare to be so close to the Father God! When I get there, the first thing I'll do is throw you into the arena and show you what a true 'Valkyrie' is!"

However.

When the livestream replay continued, and that suicidal Western reporter pointed at Jiang Chen and cursed him as a 'barbarian' and a 'thief'.

The jealousy in Jiang Wanqiu's eyes was instantly replaced by a monstrous murderous intent.

That murderous intent was colder than the icy winds of the Far North, causing Grand Commander Lei Zhen, who was guarding at the door, to shiver involuntarily.

"He is... insulting the Father God?"

Jiang Wanqiu's voice was very soft, so soft it was like a whisper.

But the next second.

"Boom!"

A violent wave of air exploded from her as the center, the overflow of energy after fully opening her Gene Lock. The bone throne behind her instantly turned into dust, and the lights in the entire bedchamber flickered wildly.

"How dare you!!!"

Jiang Wanqiu let out a sharp shriek and violently drew the alloy battle blade from her waist, slashing at the void as if to split that reporter across dimensions in two.

"A mere mortal! Daring to blaspheme the True God?!"

"Who gave him the courage? Who?!"

She was like a furious lioness, pacing back and forth in the bedchamber, her pitch-black nano-armor rhythmically pulsating with her breathing, emitting a faint, chilling light.

In the logic of the Wasteland, God is inviolable.

Those who insult God, their entire clan must die!

"Grand Commander Lei Zhen!"

"Your subordinate is here!"

Grand Commander Lei Zhen scrambled in, kneeling on one knee, cold sweat pouring down. He had never seen the Empress this angry; the pressure was even more terrifying than facing an S-rank beast tide.

"Investigate for me!"

Jiang Wanqiu pointed at the reporter with golden hair and blue eyes on the screen, then pointed at the so-called 'Eagles' flag behind him, murderous intent bared in her eyes:

"Where exactly is this tribe called the 'Eagles'?"

"Is it in the Far West of the God Realm? Or in some dark sewer?"

"I don't care where it is!"

Jiang Wanqiu violently swung her cape, her tone grim and indifferent, as if she viewed all living beings as mere grass:

"Pass on my order! Activate the 'Destroyer' launch silos!"

"Drag out all twelve of those 'Truths of the Old Era' (Intercontinental Nuclear Missiles) we dug up from the ruins! Fill them with fuel! Lock onto the coordinates!"

Grand Commander Lei Zhen felt his scalp tingle, his eyes almost popping out.

"Y-Your Majesty?"

He stuttered, "Are you... planning a cross-plane strike?"

"That's an attack across planes! And... we don't know the specific coordinates of the 'Eagles' tribe! What if we miss and hurt the Father God?"

"Fool!"

Jiang Wanqiu glared at him. "Didn't Zero say? As long as we use the Father God's beacon for positioning, combined with star map deductions, the general direction won't be wrong!"

"As for the coordinates..."

She sneered, looking at those Westerners clamoring on the screen:

"Since they dare to livestream to the entire God Realm (the world), it means that tribe's population is dense."

"A saturation strike with twelve 'Truths' will turn even a fly into ash!"

"Daring to call the Father God a barbarian?"

"I'll show them what 'barbaric' truly is!"

"Execute the order! Now! Immediately!"

"Yes!"

Grand Commander Lei Zhen didn't dare to say more. Although he felt this was a bit crazy, the Empress's order was an absolute decree. He scrambled up and ran out, roaring into his communicator as he ran:

"Launch silos warming up! Target locked: Western Hemisphere of the God Realm!"

"Get those big guys standing up for me! The Empress is going to vent the Father God's anger!"

Meanwhile.

In the real world, Yunding Villa.

Jiang Chen had just finished the livestream and was sprawled on the sofa, enjoying the peace after surviving a disaster. Academician Chen Shuyin was sitting beside him, helping him peel an apple, the atmosphere rarely warm and harmonious.

Just then.

The phone that had been sitting on the coffee table suddenly started vibrating violently, as if it had an epileptic seizure.

On the screen, a blinding red light flashed crazily, the frequency more urgent than any previous alert.

[Highest level warning! Highest level warning!]

[Detected a high-energy reaction in the 'Wasteland Plane'!]

[Twelve high-yield thermonuclear signal sources are activating!]

[Launch silo covers have opened! Fuel injection progress: 30%... 40%...]

[Target locked area: This plane · Western Hemisphere · North American continent!]

[System judgment: Your believer 'Jiang Wanqiu' is attempting a cross-plane nuclear strike! Expected to cause... physical erasure of the area!]

"Pfft—!!!"

The apple Jiang Chen had just put in his mouth was sprayed directly onto the opposite wall.

He sprang up from the sofa as if his butt had been burned, almost crushing his phone.

"What the hell?!"

"Nuclear strike?!"

"Jiang Wanqiu, have you lost your mind?!"

Jiang Chen felt the world spinning; it was as if he could already see a mushroom cloud rising over Washington.

What kind of god-tier plot twist is this?

I was just arguing with people in the livestream, just flapping my lips, maybe cutting off a chip at most.

You, on the other hand!

You're watching a livestream over there, and because of a disagreement, you want to throw a nuke at me?

Are you trying to blow up the Earth?!

"What's wrong?"

Academician Chen Shuyin was startled by Jiang Chen's reaction, nearly cutting her hand with the fruit knife. "What happened? Did the Eagles attack?"

"Worse than that by ten thousand times!"

Jiang Chen's face was pale, his fingers tapping rapidly on the screen, trying to contact the Empress who was going crazy.

"The Eagles didn't attack, but that one of mine... is about to attack them!"

If those twelve ICBMs, which were modified by the Wasteland and had power multiplied who knows how many times, really flew over.

Forget about the Eagles.

That would be truly—

World War III!

And it would be a one-sided, destructive, dimension-reducing nuclear peace from another world!

"Pick up! Pick up the phone, you ancestor!"

Jiang Chen roared at his phone, cold sweat pouring down his forehead like rain:

"Don't let your hand slip! Don't press the launch button!"

"If you press it, this book... no, this Earth is over!"