83: The Sea God Cult's Plan!

Liss sighed heavily beside him, the dim light reflecting the worry on his scaled face:

"Not only that. Now, on the Blue Star, Divine Summer and America both possess star-patterned vibranium. We don't have much time left."

"Ten-odd days are enough for them to build two considerable mecha legions."

"Once the war falls into a stalemate and drags into a war of attrition... the continuously recovering spiritual energy of the Blue Star will only make these natives stronger and stronger... By then, our race's conquest plan will face countless variables and casualties!"

Saruman heard this and anxiously scratched the fins on his head.

His voice was filled with panic:

"Then... then what should we do? The strongest in the stronghold is you, Bishop... even you..."

"Strongest?"

Morgue abruptly interrupted him with a cold sneer, a glint of mad determination flashing in his eyes.

"Saruman, you are wrong. In this stronghold of ours... there lies dormant an existence far more terrifying than me... than all of us combined!"

Saruman was stunned at first, then seemed to recall something extremely terrifying.

His fish-like eyes instantly widened, and he exclaimed in shock:

"Bi... Bishop! Are you referring to... the Nightmare Behemoth — Rlyeh?!"

Liss's face also changed drastically upon hearing that name, and he hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade him:

"No! Bishop! Rlyeh suffered severe damage when crossing the spatial barrier and is currently in deep slumber in the spatial rift to restore its origin! Forcibly awakening it now, not only would it require a massive blood sacrifice, but Rlyeh itself might also... completely collapse due to premature awakening, leading to its lifespan being reduced to less than a month!!!"

"We can't worry about that anymore!"

Morgue suddenly waved his hand, speaking decisively, his eyes gleaming with a gambler's mad, crimson light!

"If we don't get rid of that Kraken soon, are we going to wait for it to evolve to a level we can't even comprehend?!"

"By then, even if Rlyeh awakens perfectly, what good would it do?! Its evolution speed... it's completely illogical! We must crush it immediately, at all costs!"

Mentioning Su Chen's unbelievable evolution speed,

Liss and Saruman were instantly speechless, a chill rising from the bottom of their hearts.

After a brief silence,

a fierce glint flashed in Liss's eyes, and he took a deep breath:

"...Since that's the case... awakening Lord Rlyeh requires an unimaginable amount of flesh and blood energy... Where should we attack? Divine Summer?"

"No!"

Morgue rejected it without hesitation, a cruel arc forming at the corner of his mouth.

"Divine Summer is guarded by that monster; going there now is suicide. Our target is — America!"

He looked westward, as if he could see through layers of seawater and continents.

"We must not let two countries possess vibranium at the same time! Since Divine Summer is too tough to chew, let's crush America, this soft persimmon, first! Use the flesh and souls of Americans... as a sacrifice to welcome Rlyeh... to return prematurely!"

"Yes! First destroy America! Then use Lord Rlyeh's power to crush Divine Summer and that octopus!"

Saruman excitedly waved his scaled fist.

"Although we will lose Rlyeh, as long as we can eliminate the Kraken, the biggest variable, our clan will definitely understand us!"

Morgue no longer hesitated.

Enduring the pain of his severed arm, he straightened his body, and his cold voice echoed throughout thenest:

"Order! Essential personnel to guard the stronghold! All other combat units — march with me!"

"Target: The United States of America!"

"Mission: Harvest flesh and blood, awaken — the Nightmare Behemoth!"

"Yes—!"

The ferocious response echoed in the gloomy lair... America, West Coast.

The once bustling coastline had now transformed into a massive military fortress, permeated with the scent of steel and fear!

Along the hundreds of kilometers of coastline, sandbag fortifications, anti-tank obstacles, and hastily dug trenches were as dense as a spiderweb!

Countless camouflage-painted M1A2 Main Battle Tanks and Bradley Infantry Fighting Vehicles were layered like a steel jungle, their muzzles uniformly pointing outwards!

Further back,

Patriot anti-aircraft missile launchers and THAAD anti-missile systems stood ready, their radar antennas continuously rotating.

The covers of the shore-based anti-ship missile silos hidden in the mountains had already opened, revealing death-dealing warheads poised for launch!

In the sky,

F-22 and F-35 fighter jets roared past, leaving long contrails, their patrol frequency suffocatingly dense.

And at the very front of all defenses, standing like the final bastion,

were five colossal figures — America's first generation of "hunter mechas," frantically rushed into production with the nation's full might!

These hundred-meter-tall steel giants,

gleamed with a cold metallic luster, their thick mechanical arms equipped with menacing chainsaw swords and giant autocannons, and their chest and shoulder reactors emitted a faint blue light.

They stood silently between the beach and the waves, forming a visually striking steel defense line.

However... this seemingly impregnable defense, these five war machines representing America's highest industrial achievement,

could not provide any sense of security to the panicked citizens in the cities behind them.

Because,

their enemy was the Kraken — Kraken — capable of easily tearing apart cities and devouring fleets!

Moreover,

after bankrupting Korea, he had already disappeared!

What made them even more terrified was that,

according to images captured by early warning aircraft, Divine Summer's naval fleet, after defeating the Allied forces, was undergoing a large-scale assembly and deployment.

Its spearhead... was clearly pointed towards America!

The clouds of war,

pressed down on the hearts of every American like a tangible weight!

Over three hundred million people were restless, and apocalyptic panic spread wildly across social media!

In the West Coast Underground Command Center, the atmosphere was as oppressive as a tomb.

"Five?! Halsey! You tell me! Our great America! Only has five hunter mechas now?!"

President Wilson roared like a trapped beast, his eyes bloodshot, pounding the tactical table.

"These pitiful lumps of iron! How are they supposed to stop Divine Summer's Kraken?! How are they supposed to stop Divine Summer's twenty-five 'menshen' mechas, capable of directly confronting 50th-tier sea beasts?! Huh?!"

Army General Halsey's face was pale, and he braced himself to explain:

"Mr. President... time... time was really too short! In just over two days... our workers and engineers worked tirelessly... this is the limit of our industrial capacity! Fortunately... fortunately, we already had the technical reserves for hunter mechas... otherwise... not even five could have been built..."

"Limit?! I don't want to hear such excuses!"

Wilson rudely interrupted him.

"If Divine Summer's fleet and that monster really land! These five mechas will be five piles of expensive scrap metal!"

Beside him, Elias, the spear of dawn, frowned deeply, a faint sacred glow emanating from him, clashing with the anxious atmosphere of the Command Center.

He spoke in a deep voice: "Mr. President, we must face reality. If Divine Summer launches a full-scale attack, with our current strength, direct resistance... hope is slim. By then... what do you plan to do?"