165: Chapter 163 Olympus's Desperate Gamble, the Scrap Fleet, and the Silent San Francisco

Eagle Country, White House Oval Office.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of burnt cigars.

The President sat behind a large desk, hands clasped against his chin, his gaze locked tightly on the big screen.

The screen was looping footage of Godzilla devouring nuclear fuel in Western Europe; the devastating feeding process left every cabinet member present unable to breathe.

Handing over all their nuclear trump cards meant the total collapse of their long-standing status as the world's hegemon.

This wasn't called a compromise; it was a rehearsal for national subjugation.

Because once Eagle Country surrendered its nuclear weapons, it not only meant the total loss of strategic deterrence, but it also meant that in the eyes of the global public, Eagle Country would completely become a vassal of the Dragon Country.

This was an outcome he could not accept no matter what.

He firmly believed that as long as Eagle Country did not yield, there was still room for maneuver in the global strategic balance.

"Luo Yu has already cleared all target areas in Eurasia."

The Director of Intelligence opened the folder in his hand and spoke rapidly, "His next target is likely us, sir. Time is running out."

"We will never hand over our nuclear weapons!"

The Minister of National Defense slammed his hand on the table, veins bulging on his forehead, "We are the most powerful country on the Blue Planet. If even the raw materials for manufacturing nuclear bombs are wiped out, what will we use to maintain national security in the future? Rely on that Eastern kid to show mercy?"

The President stubbed out his cigar and looked up, "How is the olympus plan coming along?"

"It has been fully deployed across the board."

The Minister of National Defense had been waiting for this exact sentence, "The main forces of the Pacific Ocean Fleet and the Atlantic Fleet have assembled toward the West Coast. Seven nuclear-powered aircraft carrier strike groups are in a fan-shaped defensive formation. One hundred and three coastal military bases have entered the highest state of combat readiness."

"What about the space-based weapons?"

"Twelve 'Zeus's Eye' satellites have locked onto the coastal waters, and the new tungsten rod armor-piercing projectiles they carry are ready for orbital strikes at any time. Additionally, the military has assembled five hundred fifth-generation 'freedom god of war' mechs, all equipped with newly developed anti-gravity electromagnetic cannons."

The President said nothing, turning his head to look at the white-haired old man who had been sitting in the corner, silent the entire time.

Dr. William was wearing a neat white lab coat, swiping at something on his tablet.

"Doctor, what is the progress on Mechagodzilla?"

Dr. William stopped what he was doing, looked up, and pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"It has reached the final debugging stage."

His voice was not loud, but it carried an unusual fervor, "The clone pilot cultivated by extracting Luo Yu's genetic sequence has reached a staggering ninety-five percent neural synchronization rate. The artificial nuclear reactor has been ignited, and all parameters of the machine body far exceed expectations."

The doctor pulled up a design blueprint on the screen. A silver-gray mechanical behemoth appeared before everyone, reaching a height of five hundred meters, with sharp metal fins arranged on its back and its entire body covered in gun barrels and energy generators.

"We do not need to hand over nuclear resources. Mechagodzilla is our best shield and also our sharpest spear."

Dr. William tapped the screen, "As long as Luo Yu dares to set foot in our territorial waters, this weapon will make him understand that human technology is far more reliable than naturally evolved mutant beasts."

Before he finished speaking, the dull atmosphere in the conference room was invigorated.

The President stood up and straightened his tie slightly.

"Very well, tell the entire army, spare no cost to keep that Lizard outside our national borders!"

Just at this moment, an intelligence officer scrambled into the office, holding an emergency briefing in his hand.

"Sir! Marshal Luo Yu has posted a message on the public network!"

The President frowned, "Read it."

The intelligence officer swallowed, looking at the words on the briefing, "There is only one short sentence. 'Eagle Country, see you at the Port of San Francisco tomorrow. By the way, have the cutlery ready.'"

This statement was truly too arrogant.

The Minister of National Defense's cheek muscles twitched a few times, and he snatched the briefing and tore it to shreds, "Ignorant fool, order the Pacific Ocean Fleet to activate full radar illumination! As soon as they enter the territorial sea line, open fire immediately, no need to ask for instructions!"

In California, inside a secret underground base hundreds of meters deep.

Various circuits crisscrossed, red and blue indicator lights flickered alternately, and the incomparably huge Mechagodzilla stood quietly on the fixing rack, like a sleeping steel deity.

Dr. William stood in front of the control console, looking down at the machine below.

"Final check of all data."

He ordered into the communication microphone.

Hundreds of engineers were busy at their respective posts.

The clone pilot was soaked in a nutrient fluid tank, covered in tubes, and the glass shell of the culture tank reflected the cold metallic luster of the mechanical behemoth.

"We are the true saviors of the Earth."

Dr. William muttered to himself, his hand clenching into a fist.

On the other side of the ocean.

Luo Yu stood on Godzilla's broad back, letting the high-altitude airflow blow through his short hair, and at the end of his line of sight, that long coastline was faintly visible.

The waves of the ocean churned under the giant beast's feet.

The thirteen-hundred-meter behemoth, with every step it took, kicked up waves tens of meters high on the sea surface, while Mothra glided leisurely above the clouds, scattering large patches of brilliant scales.

"Godzilla, someone doesn't want to treat us."

Luo Yu patted the black scales under his feet.

Godzilla sneezed, spraying two streams of white steam from its nostrils; this stance was very clear: if they don't want to treat, then we'll just take it by force.

Off the coast of the Port of San Francisco, the atmosphere was oppressive to the extreme.

Dark clouds gathered, and the sea breeze mixed with fishy, salty moisture rushed toward them.

On the vast sea surface, the Eagle Country fleet covered the sky and the earth.

Seven nuclear-powered aircraft carriers were like mobile maritime fortresses, surrounded by hundreds of missile destroyers and cruisers.

In the sky, dense formations of fifth-generation stealth fighters circled beneath the clouds. Five hundred 'freedom god of war' mechs were distributed across the beachheads and shallow waters, their rear electromagnetic cannons all raised in unison, aiming toward the direction where the sea and sky met.

This formation was more than enough to fight a world war.

On the flagship of the fleet, the five-star general stared fixedly at the holographic radar screen.

In the center of the screen, that red high-energy reaction point was approaching at an extremely steady speed, the sense of oppression making it hard to breathe.

"Ten nautical miles to the territorial sea line." The radar operator reported the data, his voice trembling.

"All fleet weapons unlocked, lock onto the target." The general issued the order in a deep voice, "Issue the highest-level warning."

In the public radio channel, an English broadcast came through: "Target ahead, you have approached our territorial waters. Stop advancing and turn around immediately, otherwise we will take destructive measures!"

The warning was looped three times.

On the sea surface, a black mountain peak pierced through the sea fog and appeared in everyone's field of vision.

Godzilla came striding over the waves.

What an exaggerated picture that was: the seawater only reached its knees, and its thirteen-hundred-meter-tall, towering body was like an iron tower cutting between heaven and earth. The scales on its chest and abdomen shimmered with a dark red, eerie light, and with every breath, the surrounding seawater would boil and churn, evaporating into large patches of white mist.

Luo Yu stood with his hands behind his back on top of Godzilla's head, not even glancing at the fleet.

Five nautical miles... three nautical miles.

One of Godzilla's legs stepped directly across that invisible territorial sea line.

"Fire!" The general roared hysterically.

The sound of alarms rang across the sea and sky.

The vertical launch cells on hundreds of destroyers ignited simultaneously, and thousands of Tomahawk missiles, trailing long exhaust flames, soared into the sky, weaving an impenetrable net of fire in mid-air. The electromagnetic catapults on the aircraft carriers operated in succession, and the fighter groups dropped a massive amount of guided bombs.

From beyond the sky, twelve 'Zeus's Eye' satellites adjusted their orbits, and thick tungsten alloy rods, accompanied by a shriek that tore through the atmosphere, plummeted straight down from outer space.

On the coastline, the electromagnetic cannons of the five hundred mechs fired in unison, and the azure energy beams merged into one.

This was the full-force fury of the world's number one power; any living creature under this kind of saturation bombardment should have been turned into ashes.

The continuous explosions drowned out the churning of the waves, the firelight illuminated this sea area as bright as day, smoke filled the air, and the water columns shooting into the sky completely engulfed Godzilla's massive body.

Inside the flagship, all the officers held their breath, staring fixedly at the screen.

They bombarded it for a full five minutes.

The barrage gradually ceased, and the smoke was blown away by the sea breeze.

Unfortunately, the footage sent back from the front line made everyone feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

Godzilla was still standing in the same place, without even the slightest sign of moving half a step.

Those missile barrages, enough to destroy a modern metropolis, hit the thick, dark golden scales without leaving even a shallow white mark, and the tungsten rod armor-piercing projectiles falling from space shattered into metal debris upon hitting its shoulder.

It even raised its short foreclaws and casually scratched the place that had just been bombed, as if it only felt a little itchy.

Luo Yu didn't even activate his spiritual power shield.

This level of attack could not penetrate the radiation field naturally emitted by Godzilla.

"Is this your hospitality?"

Luo Yu's voice transmission, under the reinforcement of spiritual power, rolled past the ears of every Eagle Country soldier like thunder.

"Prepare for the second volley!"

The general's eyes were red with anxiety, and he drew his sidearm and brandished it, "Don't stop! Keep firing!"

Before the fleet could execute the order.

Godzilla opened its big, fang-filled mouth.

This time, there was no Red Lotus Breath, nor was there a Spiral Heat Ray, but a pure, unreasonable devouring.

A terrifying suction force suddenly emerged, forming an invisible gravitational field that precisely covered all the nuclear-powered naval vessels in front.

The first to suffer were the seven nuclear-powered aircraft carriers.

The nuclear reactors deep inside the ships emitted ear-piercing alarms, and the radiant energy within the reactors became completely uncontrollable, penetrating the thick lead protective layers and turning into streams of brilliant blue light that flew through the air toward Godzilla's huge mouth.

Following that were the nuclear submarines in the deep sea and the fifth-generation mechs equipped with nuclear batteries.

Those blue light streams converged in mid-air into a magnificent river of energy, spectacular to the extreme.

As the energy rapidly drained away, the Eagle Country's proud fleet shut down one after another; the deck lights of the aircraft carriers all went out, the radars stopped turning, and the submarines lost power in the deep sea, turning into huge iron coffins.

The mechs on the shore were even worse off, their indicator lights dimming as they collapsed in droves on the beach, without even the strength to lift their arms.

In less than three minutes.

The once awe-inspiring invincible fleet had turned into a pile of scrap metal drifting with the waves.

Tens of thousands of naval sailors stood on the decks, holding rifles, looking at everything happening before them in bewilderment. How could they still fight this battle? The main guns had no energy, the radars weren't turning, and they couldn't even steer the ships.

Godzilla closed its mouth and smacked its lips in satisfaction.

The quality of this feast was surprisingly good.

【Absorbing fleet nuclear reactor cluster, evolution progress +4.5%】

Luo Yu hopped nimbly from Godzilla's head, hovering in mid-air, looking down at the silent flagship.

"The appetizer was not bad."

His voice spread across the entire San Francisco Bay, "Lead the way, to your strategic reserve depot."

Just at this moment, the ground deep inside the coastline began to tremble violently.

Behind the urban area of San Francisco, a small hill split open from within, earth and rocks tumbled, and a huge mechanical roar approached from afar, even the pulse of the earth was disrupted by these heavy footsteps.

A huge silver-gray body slowly rose, its metal surface reflecting a cold, biting gleam in the sunlight, and its red electronic eyes instantly lit up, locking onto Godzilla in the far sea.

Luo Yu turned his head, sizing up that five-hundred-meter-tall metal behemoth, his expression remaining unchanged.

"Oh, there's an encore?"