11: despicable!

Countless bullets and shells poured down like a storm onto the massive carapace of the giant beast!

Clang, clang, clang... Thwack, thwack, thwack... Dense sounds of impact rang out, like rain hitting banana leaves.

However, the bullets bounced off, leaving only faint white marks on the carapace.

Shells exploded in bursts of fire and smoke, yet they couldn't even make it flinch!

The charred marks were instantly covered and repaired by the mucus seeping from the cracks in the carapace!

The Abyssal Giant Pincer Beast seemed infuriated by this tickle-like attack.

Its massive body suddenly shuddered!

Crash—!

Countless monsters, about three meters long and resembling miniature Abyssal Giant Pincer Beasts, dropped like dumplings from a special cavity in its abdomen!

They shrieked, brandishing their sharp chelipeds, surging onto the dock like a black tide of death,

pouncing on the panicked crowds and the Goryeo soldiers!

Snap! Squish!

Ah—!!!

The sound of chelipeds severing human bodies, the sound of tearing flesh, and the dying wails of humans instantly intertwined into a symphony of hell!

Sturdy containers were easily ripped open!

Tall cranes were toppled!

The glass curtain walls of skyscrapers were shattered, and burning flames gushed from the windows!

The core area of Busan Port,

was transformed within minutes into a ruin burning with flames, flowing with blood, and echoing with despair!

Far out on the sea off Busan,

two figures encased in dark scale armor floated partially submerged, like phantoms.

"Is this Blue Star?"

Saruman, a member of the Shadow Scale Clan, crossed his arms, an unconcealed sneer etched on his face covered in fine scales.

His voice was like the scraping of metal,

"Heh, merely a low-level technological civilization. They are so weak that our invasion in 29 days will encounter no surprises whatsoever."

Liss, standing beside him, shook his head, a dark light flickering in his compound eyes:

"Saruman, do not underestimate them. Our clan sent the Sea God Cult ahead to scout the situation of Blue Star's civilization and eliminate any potential threats. Be cautious."

Saruman scoffed, his sharp claws slicing through the water:

"Cautious? Look at these bugs! Their 'strongest weapons' hitting the Giant Pincer Beast aren't even worth calling a tickle! When our race's great army descends, their only use will be as blood sacrifices to 'Him'! Hehehe!"

The grating laughter scattered on the sea breeze... Divine Summer, Dragon Abyss Pavilion.

On the massive circular screen, satellite footage from Goryeo's Busan Port was being broadcast live.

The hellish scene, the buildings destroyed like toys, the Goryeo military fragile as paper before the giant beast and its offspring... rendered the entire conference room silent.

Qin Zheng stood in front of the screen,

his back to the crowd,

but his slightly trembling shoulders revealed his inner shock.

On the screen,

a costly "Hyunmoo" surface-to-ship missile launched by Goryeo,

trailing a long exhaust flame, accurately struck the core of the Abyssal Giant Pincer Beast's dorsal carapace!

Boom—!!!

A massive fireball engulfed the screen! Someone in the conference room subconsciously held their breath.

The firelight dissipated.

The giant beast's back, covered in calcified carapace, was left with only a larger charred area, the shell slightly dented, and a few minute cracks spreading... that was all!

It merely shook its massive head, the fierce light in its compound eyes growing stronger!

"It really is... just as Kraken said..."

Qin Zheng's voice was low and hoarse, carrying a hint of imperceptible dryness.

He spun around abruptly, his gaze like a drawn sword:

"Immediately! Convene the Supreme Military Conference! Now!"

Within a single day,

the second Dragon Abyss Pavilion Supreme Military Conference,

commenced amidst the pervasive smell of gunpowder and bone-chilling cold... The Goryeo Presidential Office was now in utter chaos.

Park Jeong-hwan slumped in his chair, his eyes bloodshot,

watching the giant beast on the screen, rampaging like a demon god and devouring Busan,

and the electronic map showing his side's forces rapidly disappearing, despair coiled around his heart like a cold viper.

"aishiba! aishiba!!"

He pounded the table,

"The Hyunmoo Missile! Our Hyunmoo Missile couldn't even break its skin?! What kind of monster is this?!!"

"President! Casualties... casualties have exceeded fifty thousand! Busan... we can't hold it much longer!"

The Minister of Defense rushed in, his voice choked with sobs.

Park Jeong-hwan grasped at the last straw:

"The United States! Quickly! Contact President Wilson! Request aid! Request the Seventh Fleet! Request... request them to use the 'Mushroom Bomb'! Only the 'Mushroom Bomb' can destroy it! Hurry!!!"

...United States, White House Situation Room.

Wilson chewed on his cigar, squinting as he admired the high-definition footage returned by the satellite:

The giant beast was ravaging the city, the Goryeo army was collapsing, and burning Busan looked like a huge scar.

The giant beast's movement trajectory was clearly marked—it was moving along the coastline,

slowly crawling north... towards the East Sea of Divine Summer!

A hint of cruel and calculating amusement spread across Wilson's lips.

He picked up the encrypted phone, his voice filled with "grief" and "helplessness":

"President Park, I regret to inform you... the power of this monster exceeds our estimates. Blocking it head-on, our Seventh Fleet would suffer unimaginable losses... The cost of using the 'Mushroom Bomb' in actual combat for the first time... is too great, and we, the United States... cannot bear it!"

He paused, his tone becoming "persuasive":

"However... I have a suggestion. Your military could try to... guide it!"

"Use sonar decoys, depth charge explosions, whatever method... to drive it toward... Divine Summer's territorial waters!"

"Divine Summer has a longer coastline, stronger defenses, and is better equipped to wear it down! We will provide the necessary support at the most 'appropriate' time. Trust me, this is... the wisest choice."

On the other end of the line, Park Jeong-hwan was stunned,

then, immediately,

a despicable euphoria flooded his mind!

He slammed his thigh:

"Yes! Yes! Divert the disaster eastward! Doesn't Divine Summer always boast about being a Great Eastern Power? Don't they always flaunt how strong they are? We'll throw this hot potato... to them! Let them worry about it! Hahaha!"

The official beside him immediately chimed in obsequiously:

"The President is wise! Let the Divine Summer people take the fall for us! Let's see them try to keep up appearances!"

The order was given.

Outside Busan Port, the remaining Goryeo naval vessels, like birds startled by the mere twang of a bowstring, began launching high-power sonar decoys.

Depth charges were carefully deployed and detonated just ahead and to the side of the Abyssal Giant Pincer Beast's path!

The shockwaves and water columns from the explosions deliberately interfered with the giant beast's sense of direction.

In the sky,

fighter jets circled cautiously, dropping their remaining missiles and bombs,

pouring them into the sea between the beast and Divine Summer's territorial waters, creating massive noise and firelight, attempting to attract its attention,

to guide it away from the Goryeo coast,

turning it toward that stretch of deep, unknown azure... belonging to Divine Summer.

The Abyssal Giant Pincer Beast's massive compound eyes rotated, seemingly enraged by the continuous "harassment,"

or perhaps attracted by the "commotion" coming from the sea ahead.

Its massive body, guided by the huge splashes from the depth charge explosions and the sonar,

slowly... changed direction,

crushing forward toward Divine Summer's East Sea!