180: The remaining forces are making a desperate last stand, attempting to destroy the space elevator!

When the "Human Civilization Self-Salvation Plan," a genesis undertaking grand enough to drive all of humanity into a frenzy, appeared before the entire world with earth-shattering momentum,

the entire world erupted.

All the heads of state who were previously engaged in crazy infighting over the ridiculous concepts of "nation" and "ethnicity"!

At this moment, they all resembled a group of fanatical believers about to embark on a holy war!

Their eyes were bloodshot!

Their breathing was rapid!

They frantically offered to that calm-faced Eastern Youth,

all of themselves and their countries,

in loyalty!

They knew.

From today onwards!

They would no longer be Western Alliance people, Europeans, or Africans.

They would have only one common name—

Earthlings!

They would fight for one common goal—

Survival!

And fight!

However,

just as all of humanity was united as never before, burning themselves frantically for that seemingly distant but hopeful future,

some discordant voices, filled with jealousy and venom,

quietly began to sound in a dark corner of the world.

"Why?"

"Why should we hand over the wealth and power that we painstakingly accumulated for hundreds of years to a yellow-skinned monkey?!"

In a nameless secret bunker in the Western Alliance.

A white-haired old man, whose eyes were filled with endless ambition and madness, slammed his hand on the table and shrieked hysterically!

He was the contemporary head of the Rockefeller family, who once controlled it!

Old Morgan!

He was also the world's richest man who once knelt at the entrance of Pangu Technology like an old dog wagging its tail, begging for mercy!

Beside him sat a group of old era remnants who, like him, were unwilling to withdraw from the stage of history.

Remnants!

There was Burns, who was ousted from the position of CIA Director by the people of Xia Nation!

There were military industrial giants completely driven to bankruptcy by 'Craftsman' One!

There were pharmaceutical oligarchs whose financial lifelines were cut off by the 'Nuwa' divine medicine!

All those "superiors" who once stood at the top of the pyramid on this planet, lording over others!

At this moment, all gathered here!

Their faces showed no trace of fear of being ruthlessly crushed by the wheels of history!

Only a hideous expression filled with madness and the desire for destruction.

A smile!

"Exactly! Mr. Morgan is right!"

Burns' hoarse voice was filled with a snake-like, icy chill!

"We must not sit back and do nothing!"

"We must fight back!"

"I want that damned little bastard to know!"

"Who is the true master of this planet!"

"Fight back?"

A Jewish financial magnate who once controlled Wall Street sneered disdainfully.

"Burns, are you joking with us?"

"We don't even have the internet anymore."

"Our armies have been disarmed."

"What will you use to fight back?!"

"With your ridiculous bluster?!"

"Hehe."

Burns, far from being angry after hearing this,

instead revealed a sinister and confident smile!

"Who said we have no weapons?"

He slowly pulled out a small black remote control from his embrace, filled with the aura of death.

Remote control!

"This... what is this?!"

All the remaining forces of the old era present were as if they had seen a ghost!

Their pupils suddenly constricted!

Of course, they recognized this item!

This was the most terrifying and dirtiest ultimate weapon that their Western Alliance once used to control the entire world.

Ultimate,

super weapon!

A miniature,

nuclear,

bomb!

"That's right."

Burns' lips curled into a hideous, cruel arc!

"Before that damned 'Skynet' of Xia Nation had completely taken control of the world,

I had already secretly transferred all of our Western Alliance's miniature nuclear bombs out."

"And—"

"Through our last nail—'Zhong Kui'—"

"The largest and most powerful one among them—"

"Was silently installed beneath the foundation of that Eastern Devil's proudest 'tongtian divine ladder'!"

Under the foundation!

Boom!!!

These words were like a black lightning bolt capable of splitting all of hell,

striking hard on the crowns of all the remaining forces present!

They completely erupted!

"My God! Burns! You are simply a genius!"

"Hahahahaha! Excellent! This is truly excellent!"

"As long as we blow up that damned 'Space Elevator'!"

"Xia Nation's ridiculous 'space dream' will be completely shattered!"

"And we—"

"Still have a chance to turn the tables!"

For a moment!

The entire secret bunker plunged into an unprecedented, doomsday-like frenzy.

A carnival!

And Burns, like a madman about to press the button of annihilation,

his face was filled with the intoxication of power and

madness!

He slowly raised the black remote control in his hand.

Remote control!

"Goodbye, Lu Chen!"

"Goodbye, Eastern Divine Nation!"

"Next life—"

"Remember not to provoke those you cannot afford to provoke."

"People!"

Having said that, he was about to press the red button that symbolized destruction and death.

Button!

However,

just then.

A calm voice, as if untouched by worldly concerns, suddenly echoed slowly through the bunker's ancient broadcasting system, which had long been physically cut off from all external connections.

"Oh?"

"Is that so?"

"I don't think I can't afford to provoke you."