122: Those who are prepared to die will have no thought of clinging to life!

"Hahaha!"

The young warrior seemed to be convinced. He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, his eyes full of anticipation.

"You're right, Boss! And isn't His Highness Kraken able to devour and evolve? When we take out this Big Long Worm later, and His Highness eats it... he'll definitely become stronger! Before, His Highness always protected us. This time... it's our turn to help His Highness!"

His words were naive yet full of passion, as if victory was already secured.

Chen Feng felt a sudden sting in his nose. He heavily patted the young warrior's shoulder, unable to utter a single word.

Right at this moment—

Wooo—!!! Wooo—!!! Wooo—!!!

The ear-piercing, highest-level air raid siren suddenly blared without warning, echoing across the entire East Coast Defense Line like the wail of a dying behemoth!

The alarm lights of all warships and all bases flashed blinding red simultaneously!

"It's here!!!"

A hoarse roar came through the communication channel from the Command Center, the voice completely distorted!

Chen Feng and all the warriors suddenly looked up, staring into the distance!

They saw where the sea met the sky... a "black spot"... a "black spot" so enormous it seemed impossible to exist in this world... slowly "rising" from beneath the sea level!

It wasn't rising!

It was... a moving, living continent... radiating endless malice!!!

Pushing forward... toward the coastline!!!

Its sheer size exceeded the scope of visual comprehension!

Eight monstrous serpent heads, resembling mountain peaks, pierced the clouds, and the shadows they cast instantly enveloped the entire fleet!

Emerald green Chaos Fire burned in the serpents' eyes, like eight Netherworld Suns descending upon the mortal world!

Its body, covered in putrid scales and twisted bone spurs, spanned the heavens and earth like an endless, giant mountain range!

The seawater only reached the base of its body. As it moved, the surface of the sea was forcibly pushed aside, creating a terrifying tsunami over a hundred meters high that advanced towards the coastline like a wall!

Before it had even fully approached,

the overwhelming, terrifying pressure—a mix of ultimate evil, madness, and despair—had already slammed into the hearts of every warrior like a physical tsunami!

Suffocation!

An intense feeling of suffocation gripped everyone's throats!

Warships were like children's toys before it!

The menshen mecha were like building blocks!

The thirty million strong army and the steel torrent on the coastline... were as insignificant as models on a sandbox!

The young Dragon Blood Warrior who had just been acting relaxed and talking about killing the monster to feed Kraken, had his smile completely freeze. His mouth opened unconsciously, and the battle saber in his hand clattered onto the deck... Reflected in his pupils was the demonic shadow that crushed all hope and understanding,

leaving only the most primal, uncontrollable feelings of... ultimate terror and... despair!

The entire East Coast Defense Line... fell into a deathly... silence!

Only the massive dong... dong... sound caused by the moving demon god, like the heartbeat of a planet, and the roar of the approaching tsunami... tolled like a death knell... deep within everyone's soul!

The Frontline Command Center,

the thick alloy walls could not block the terrifying pressure emanating from the distant demon god's descent,

but the atmosphere inside was exceptionally calm, even carrying a hint of resolute acceptance.

"So this Big Long Worm... has finally arrived?"

Admiral Qin Zhenshan adjusted the collar of his marshal uniform, a complex smile appearing on his face.

He looked at his old partner beside him.

"Marshal Lei, it seems today will be the last time our Navy and Army fight side-by-side."

"Hahaha! Good!"

Marshal Lei Zhen of the Army slammed the control panel, making a loud bang. His bulging muscles strained his marshal uniform. Far from fear, his eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit.

"Then let this worm that crawled out of who knows where realize this! If it wants to devour our Divine Summer, it better be prepared to lose all its teeth! Even if I die, I'm going to bite off a piece of its flesh!"

The two old marshals exchanged a smile, everything understood without words.

Just then, the automatic door of the Command Center slid open, and a figure walked in with steps as steady as a mountain.

His arrival caused the Command Center, which had been filled with a tragic and resolute atmosphere, to fall into absolute silence for a moment.

"T-Teacher?!"

"Teacher! Why are you still here!!!"

Qin Zhenshan and Lei Zhen exclaimed in unison, their faces filled with incredulous anxiety!

The person who arrived was none other than Divine Summer's former God of War and current Director of the Xuanji Pavilion—Qin Zheng!

According to the highest contingency plan, the "Spark Plan," passed by the Supreme Council, Qin Zheng, as a national treasure-level strategist and former God of War, should have already been on a special plane heading to the America Administrative Region!

"You should have evacuated already!!" Qin Zhenshan rushed forward, his tone urgent.

"That's right, Teacher! You are Divine Summer's God of War! You are our banner! You absolutely cannot be harmed!"

Lei Zhen also grew anxious, his brow furrowed into a knot.

"God of War? Banner?"

Qin Zheng's gaze swept over his two students, then slowly passed over every officer and soldier in the Command Center who was standing firm at their post with resolute expressions. A calm yet immensely complex smile appeared on his face.

"A God of War who hides in absolute safety in the rear, watching his nation's soldiers and people march to their deaths, while he himself clings to survival... Such a God of War, I, Qin Zheng... cannot be."

His gaze seemed to penetrate layers of armor, seeing the countless young, nervous, yet incredibly determined faces on the coastline.

"So many good children... are using their flesh and blood to buy the final time for our nation... This old set of bones of mine, which should have been buried long ago... can still be... put to some use in this final moment."

Seeing the undeniable resolve in his teacher's eyes, and hearing those calm yet immensely weighty words, all the words of persuasion Qin Zhenshan and Lei Zhen had were stuck in their throats.

They knew their teacher too well.

A decision he made could not be changed by anyone.

For a true soldier,

perhaps... dying on the battlefield, their body wrapped in horse hide, was the best end.

The next moment,

Qin Zheng's steady voice, utilizing the highest authority, connected to the communication channels of every combat unit and every soldier on the East Coast Defense Line.

"Warriors of Divine Summer."

The voice was not loud, yet it instantly suppressed the wail of the sirens and the roar of the waves, clearly entering everyone's ears.

"I am Qin Zheng."

"The situation is clear to everyone. Divine Summer is facing the most severe and darkest crisis since its founding. I won't waste time on encouraging words."

His voice was remarkably calm, barely wavering, yet it carried a strange, reassuring power.

"I will only say a few things."

"First, I, Qin Zheng, former God of War of Divine Summer, and current Director of the Xuanji Pavilion."

"Second, Admiral Qin Zhenshan of the Navy, and Marshal Lei Zhen of the Army..."

He paused, then his voice suddenly rose, sharp and decisive:

"And all the generals and all the commanding personnel of the East Coast Defense Line... all of us... will be here! With you! Using our bodies! Using our lives! To hold back this monster!!"