121: The Calamity of Sherlock!

At this moment,

the eyes of the entire Blue Star, as if drawn by an invisible magnet, were fixed intensely upon the East,

focusing on the vast and ancient land of Divine Summer, especially its long and winding East Coastline.

Fear, prayer, despair, and a sliver of negligible hope... countless complex emotions intertwined above this sea area, which was about to usher in the final judgment, transmitted through cameras and network frequencies.

The focal point of everything

originated from the world-destroying monster born from the Fusang Purgatory—Yamata no Orochi!

After completely turning the entire Fusang Archipelago into scorched earth and devouring 120 million lives,

this monster's size had swelled to a terrifying degree that was enough to shatter all common biological and physical sense—a hundred thousand meters!

This was a number sufficient to completely exhaust all human imagination and cognition!

Its body, when fully extended, could easily cover several large cities!

It was no longer a living creature, but a gigantic, moving, living mountain range, radiating endless malice and chaotic aura!

And now,

this “Mountain of Death” was advancing with steps that made the continental shelf tremble, steadily and relentlessly moving... towards Divine Summer, a land with a denser population and a more brilliant civilization!

Its intent was naked and cruel—to change hunting grounds!

Facing this unprecedented world-ending crisis,

the massive war machine that was Divine Summer displayed terrifying efficiency and an iron will that drew the world's attention!

Nationwide,

tens of thousands of various military and civilian aircraft were instantly requisitioned!

Countless freighters and passenger ships were urgently dispatched!

Like busy worker bees,

they traveled back and forth non-stop between the mainland and the distant American Special Administrative Region,

racing against time to transport successive batches of “sparks of civilization”—children, top scientific researchers, and cultural inheritors—along with crucial research data and equipment, across the ocean.

At the same time,

an unprecedented great migration was taking place across the vast inland territories!

Countless Divine Summer citizens answered the call, helping the old and carrying the young, taking simple belongings, using every available mode of transport, and even relying on their own feet, resolutely moving towards the western plateaus and the deep interior,

doing everything possible to stay away from the East Coastline, which was about to become a Shura field!

However... although Divine Summer's mobilization capability and national discipline were nothing short of miraculous... time!

Time was too short, far too short!

For Divine Summer, where the population is highly concentrated in coastal areas, attempting a complete evacuation in such a short period was nothing less than a pipe dream!

Moreover... everyone clearly saw through the tragedy of Fusang that given Yamata no Orochi's world-destroying speed and continuously expanding size,

even if they fled to the west,

would they truly be safe?

It was likely... that the entire territory of Divine Summer would not escape this catastrophe!

Thus... countless people of Divine Summer who could not evacuate, or chose to stay, cast their final gaze towards the azure East Coastline!

There... their People's Liberation Army soldiers were constructing, with flesh and blood and iron will... the final defense line!

...Divine Summer, East Coastline.

Steel stood like a forest, and a murderous aura shot into the sky!

Above the azure sea surface, nearly all of Divine Summer's main battleships—from massive aircraft carriers and 10,000-ton destroyers resembling sea fortresses, to various types of nimble frigates and submarines—formed an endless Great Wall of steel!

All naval guns were raised high, the cold metal reflecting a chilling light!

The dense covers of the vertical launch systems were all open, waiting like a beehive to unleash the wrath of destruction!

On the deck of every warship stood countless figures!

They wore streamlined silver-white vibranium combat armor, held standard-issue vibranium combat sabers, and their eyes beneath their faceplates were cold and resolute!

They were the backbone of Divine Summer—the Dragon Blood Warriors unit!

Their auras merged, like a volcano about to erupt!

In the sea area between the warships, hundreds of steel giants, towering up to two hundred meters, stood majestically!

The second-generation menshen mecha were painted crimson, like battle gods bathed in blood;

the first-generation menshen mecha were painted deep blue, like loyal guardians.

The seawater, tens of meters deep, only reached their waists and abdomens. Their massive metal bodies resembled stabilizing sea needles, their cold electronic eyes scanning the distant horizon.

And along the long coastline behind them... thirty million army soldiers practically covered every inch of land!

Tanks, self-propelled artillery, rocket launchers... various heavy equipment formed a jungle of steel!

Countless muzzles and barrels pointed eastward, a chilling, dark green presence stretching to the limit of sight!

Facing this world-ending war concerning the survival of their race, Divine Summer held nothing back!

The elites of the Navy, Army, and Air Force, along with the Dragon Blood Warriors and menshen mecha units built with the nation's full strength... were all deployed!

They would use flesh and blood and steel to forge... on this East Coastline... a final defense line, one that would shock the entire world and was destined to be incredibly tragic!

...The bow deck of the Yangwei 055-type 10,000-ton Destroyer.

The atmosphere was so heavy it felt like solid seawater, suffocating those present.

The advanced 130mm naval gun pointed directly into the distance, and the missile vertical launch systems on both sides of the bridge were ready to fire at any moment.

Chen Feng stood at the very front of the deck, holding his signature vibranium dragon-patterned long saber, with a small squad of his most elite Dragon Blood Warriors behind him.

They stood like reefs, allowing the cold sea wind to blow against their combat armor.

“Boss...”

A young Dragon Blood Warrior who still looked a bit immature seemed overwhelmed by the extremely oppressive atmosphere,

and couldn't help but frown and ask softly, “Is this... is this Yamata no Orochi really as monstrous as the footage suggests? Is it worth us... putting on such a huge display?!”

“Hahaha!”

An older soldier next to him, whose personality was slightly more unrestrained, deliberately let out an exaggerated laugh, attempting to dispel the suffocating tension,

“What damn Yamata no Orochi! Isn't it just some nonsense talked up in the Little Sun's mythology? No matter how awesome it is, can it be more awesome than His Highness Kraken?! If His Highness came, he'd mince it up and turn it into dumplings in minutes!”

At the mention of the name “Kraken,” all the young warriors' eyes involuntarily burst forth with fervent light and absolute confidence!

That was the symbol of invincibility in their hearts!

Chen Feng looked at the young, determined, yet visibly nervous faces around him, and forced a relaxed smile onto his own face:

“That's right! Yamata no Orochi is just something from Fusang mythology, probably just big and putting on a show! Compared to His Highness Kraken, it's far inferior!”

However,

when he turned his head back and looked once more at the empty horizon, the forced smile instantly vanished, replaced by an unyielding heaviness and... a trace of piercing pain.

These vigorous young men... these soldiers he personally trained... after today... he didn't know how many... would still be able to stand here...