174: Chapter 172 A Global Laughingstock and the Last Supper

However, facing Eagle Country's "bill," the world's response was colder than the sea breeze in San Francisco Bay.

This lengthy "proposal," which packaged together the awakening of "Pandora," the destruction of Area 51, the scrapping of Mechagodzilla, and even the "global leadership" Eagle Country had lost as a result, demanding that the whole world share the losses according to their GDP, became the biggest global joke since the Abyss Era the moment it was issued.

Three minutes after receiving the document, the President of the Northern Border Federation posted it directly to his private social media account, accompanied by a meme of a burly man with a bear's head spreading his hands, with only one line of text below: "Even the landlord's family has no surplus grain."

This post received over 30 million likes within half an hour.

The Western European Alliance's response was filled with the art of diplomatic rhetoric.

First, they expressed "deep sympathy" for the "plight" of the people of Eagle Country, then "highly praised" the "valuable sacrifices" Eagle Country had made in humanity's exploration of unknown life, and finally, changing the subject, stated that the Alliance was currently dedicated to assisting Dragon Country in completing the follow-up work for the "Seed Project," that their finances were extremely tight, and that they could only "provide spiritual support" for Eagle Country's losses.

Translated, this meant: You can cry, but asking for money is useless.

As for other small countries, they couldn't even be bothered to issue an official response, but Japan was the most extreme.

Not only did they ignore the bill, but they also worked overnight to produce a "letter of appreciation," which they sent through diplomatic channels to the East Sea Defense Line of Dragon Country, thanking Marshal Luo Yu for "casually" neutralizing Eagle Country's armaments and making an "outstanding contribution" to the "peace and stability" of the Asia-Pacific region.

After this combination of blows, the most precious antique vase in the office of the President of Eagle Country was smashed to pieces on the spot.

"This is bullying! A bunch of bastards kicking a man when he's down!" The President's roar almost blew the roof off the White House.

But after the roaring, only endless emptiness and powerlessness remained.

When the nuclear arsenal was emptied, when the strongest fleet became a pile of scrap metal floating on the sea, and when the final technological trump card was dismantled like a toy, all anger was merely the impotent barking of the incompetent.

"Send out the notice..." After a long while, the President slumped in his chair, his voice hoarse, "Fully cooperate with Marshal Luo Yu's... 'work'."

Meanwhile, the protagonist of this global farce was arriving at Eagle Country's last nuclear arsenal—the F.E. Warren Air Force Base in Wyoming—with his "mobile food truck."

This place was the land-based core of Eagle Country's "nuclear triad" strike force, with hundreds of "Trident" intercontinental ballistic missiles equipped with the latest W88 nuclear warheads stored in underground silos.

When Godzilla's massive body, over 1,400 meters tall, appeared on the horizon, all the officers and soldiers of the entire base consciously laid down their weapons, lined up, walked out of the barracks, and stood on the empty tarmac, as if waiting to be reviewed.

This time, there was no resistance, no warnings, not even a single word of unnecessary nonsense.

The base commander, a white-haired general, personally pressed the open button for all the silos.

Rumble... The ground shook slightly as hundreds of massive alloy silo covers slowly slid open, revealing the swords of death standing quietly, like soldiers waiting to be inspected.

"Dinner time." Luo Yu stood on top of Godzilla's head, his voice calm.

Godzilla let out an excited low roar; this time, it didn't even have the patience to pull them out one by one.

It opened its massive mouth and inhaled sharply toward the matrix of missile silos.

A terrifying gravitational field appeared once again.

Unlike when it absorbed the aircraft carrier reactors before, this time, entire missiles were being sucked out!

Hundreds of intercontinental missiles, each weighing sixty tons, rose uncontrollably from the silos like iron filings attracted to a magnet, dragging their heavy bodies as they converged in mid-air into a torrent of steel, flying majestically toward Godzilla's abyss-like maw.

"Crunch... crunch... boom..." The dense sounds of chewing and explosions mixed together, sounding like a massive stone crusher grinding up a pile of firecrackers.

This scene made the Eagle Country soldiers watching from afar feel as if their souls had been assaulted.

That was their proud "national treasure," the Sword of Damocles hanging over the entire world, and yet... now it was being eaten like a plate of roasted beans.

Mothra dutifully flew over the warehouses storing nuclear materials, flapped its wings, and the warehouse roofs were precisely ripped open. It used soft ribbons of light to roll up the high-purity uranium blocks and plutonium ingots inside, packaging them and sending them to Godzilla's mouth. Occasionally, it would use its sickle-like legs to pry open particularly sturdy storage canisters, its movements as skillful as a housewife shelling walnuts.

As for the newly acquired little follower "Pandora," it swam around Godzilla's feet. It dared not snatch Godzilla's "main course," so it could only stick out its tongue to lick up the tiny bits of radioactive residue that leaked from the corners of Godzilla's mouth.

Even just the residues caused its shrunken body to glow with a satisfied emerald green light, its injuries recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and its aura growing slightly stronger.

This "Last Supper" on the soil of Eagle Country lasted for a full day and night.

When Godzilla sucked dry the last underground nuclear facility and let out a thunderous, satisfied belch, the numbers on Luo Yu's system panel finally settled.

【Absorbed nuclear reserves from the entire territory of Eagle Country, total energy is massive, purity is extremely high!】

【evolution progress +30%】

【Current evolution progress: 70.1%】

Luo Yu could clearly feel that Godzilla's body had undergone subtle changes once again.

Its size had surged from the original 1,300 meters to 1,450 meters, truly resembling a moving mountain range.

The originally dark golden scales were now completely covered in a deep, dark red that seemed ready to ignite at any moment. Between the gaps in the scales flowed visible, magma-like energy veins—a sign that the power of Red Lotus was about to overflow.

Luo Yu himself, under this massive energy feedback, had seen his spiritual power value break through the 100 billion mark in one go, officially stepping into a brand-new realm.

He felt that if he were to face Mechagodzilla now, he wouldn't even need Godzilla to take action; he could crush it completely with just a single finger.

"Are you full?" Luo Yu patted the even wider "viewing platform" beneath his feet.

"Hiss!" Godzilla let out a satisfied low roar and nodded.

"Then let's go and collect some dessert."

Luo Yu's gaze turned toward the other side of the ocean, to those countries that were still trembling and possessed a small amount of nuclear weapons.

One human, two beasts, plus a newly arrived tagalong, turned around under the numb gaze of tens of thousands of Eagle Country soldiers and stepped into the surging Pacific Ocean, leaving behind a completely denuclearized territory and a back that had become a global laughingstock for this former hegemon.