86: A betrayal by an "ally"!

On the West Coast of America, the live broadcast continued.

"Oh! Dear Bishop Morgue! My esteemed friend!"

Major General Robert spread his arms, a passionate, even fawning smile plastered on his face, as he walked toward the chilling presence of Morgue.

"Your arrival and that of your brave warriors is truly a godsend for America! We..."

His words came to an abrupt halt.

Morgue's lips slowly peeled back, forming an arc of extreme cruelty that was utterly inhuman.

He revealed a mouth full of dense, sharp fangs.

"Friend?"

His voice was hoarse and cold, carrying unconcealed mockery and malice.

"You low-grade, weak carbon-based worms... are you worthy of calling yourselves friends with our noble Shadow Scale Clan?"

The smile on Major General Robert's face instantly froze, turning into shock and apprehension:

"B-Bishop... Your Excellency... W-What do you mean?"

"It means... I'm going to eat you!!!"

Morgue's head darted forward abruptly, moving so fast it left an afterimage!

*CRUNCH!!!*

The sickening sound of bone shattering was clearly transmitted globally through the live broadcast microphone!

Under the gaze of countless horrified eyes, Morgue's massive, fang-filled mouth bit Major General Robert's upper body clean off at the chest in a single gulp!

Blood gushed out from the severed torso like a fountain!

The remaining lower half of the body swayed weakly, then collapsed softly onto the beach, twitching twice before becoming still.

Morgue chewed the flesh in his mouth, making a spine-chilling "crunching" sound, as dark red blood dripped from the corners of his lips.

He raised his head and let out a savage, excited roar:

"Hee hee hee! You foolish American swine! Your value is merely to become sacrifices offered to Our God! To become the blood and flesh sustenance for my clan!"

*BOOM!!!*

His body rapidly swelled and deformed amidst the roar!

Scales scraped against each other, emitting a harsh sound, and in an instant, he transformed into a terrifying, hundred-meter-tall form composed of seawater and savage scales—the Deep Sea Tyrant!

"Hehehe! Warriors of the Sea God Cult! The time for the hunt has arrived!"

Saruman grinned sinisterly, raised a twisted Conch Horn, and blew it with all his might!

"Ooooh—Ooooh—Ooooh—!!!"

The low, deep sound of the horn, like a call from the abyss, instantly spread across the entire coastline, drowning out the roar of the waves!

The next moment—

*RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE!!!!*

The previously calm sea surface exploded as if it were boiling!

Dozens of colossal, distorted, and incredibly savage Deep Sea Behemoths, like monsters crawling out of a nightmare, successively burst through the surface, letting out deafening roars!

The smallest among them were at least two hundred meters in size, and the largest approached five hundred meters.

Like moving mountains, they exuded an aura of desperate brutality!

Closely following them were densely packed figures numbering in the thousands!

They were also covered in scales, wielding strange weapons made of bone or coral, their eyes flashing with bloodthirsty spectral light, like a well-trained army—the basic combat units of the Shadow Scale Clan, the Deep One Army!

The behemoths crushed the waves,

the Deep Ones roared,

like a black tide of death, instantly engulfing the lengthy coastline and launching a ferocious charge toward the painstakingly established defenses of America!

In the underground Command Center,

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!!"

The smile on Wilson's face had long dissolved into extreme shock and distortion. He frantically pounded the control panel, his voice hoarse and warped,

"The Sea God Cult! What in hell is the Sea God Cult trying to do?!"

"The threat of the Kraken in Divine Summer is still present, yet they are attacking us now?!"

In truth,

as the President of America, how could Wilson not know about the threat posed by the Sea God Cult?

However,

he had always believed that the Sea God Cult and America shared a common enemy,

which was Divine Summer,

and that virtually invincible Kraken!

As long as the Kraken remained alive,

America and the Sea God Cult would temporarily have no direct conflict of interest.

But... Wilson never in his wildest dreams imagined that

the Sea God Cult would completely ignore Divine Summer

and launch a direct attack on America!

"P-President... Should we... should we attack?"

Halsey, whose face was deathly pale, asked tremblingly from beside him.

Only then did Wilson snap out of his extreme shock.

"Attack! Attack! All units! Open fire! Wipe out these damned alien bastards! Annihilate them all on the beach!! Open fire!!!"

He practically shrieked the final command hysterically!

In that moment,

all his hopes and illusions were utterly shattered!

*BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!!*

The entire defense system built by America's West Coast at tremendous cost erupted completely at this moment!

The heavy artillery in the rear battery positions roared deafeningly, spitting out long tongues of flame!

Missile launchers deployed everywhere churned out thick smoke, and surface-to-surface and anti-ship missiles, trailing plumes of fire, soared into the sky, rushing toward the beach like a swarm of vengeance-seeking bees!

On the beach,

The firing ports of countless concrete bunkers spat out deadly tongues of flame!

Heavy machine guns and automatic grenade launchers wove a dense, crisscrossing web of firepower!

American GIs in the trenches pulled their triggers in terror, rifles and machine gun bullets pouring like rain onto the charging monsters!

Instantly,

the entire beach was completely engulfed by the flash of explosions, the pervasive smoke of gunpowder, and the deafening sound of gunfire!

However—

*Clang clang clang!*

*Pfft pfft!*

Many shells and missiles struck the charging Deep Sea Behemoths directly, but they only exploded in bursts of fire against their incredibly thick skin, which was covered in mucus and carapace,

leaving behind only slight scorch marks or simply bouncing off!

Fatal damage was impossible to inflict!

Their charging speed didn't slow down in the slightest!

As for the raining bullets, hitting the behemoths was like tickling them, and hitting the scales of the Deep One Warriors mostly just sparked a few tiny flashes before being easily deflected!

"Oh... My... God..."

An American soldier in the trench watched the scene unfolding before him—a sight beyond comprehension—and his gun slowly slipped from his grasp as he muttered distractedly.

The next moment, a shadow enveloped him.

A behemoth shaped like a Giant Sea Scorpion, with savage clawed limbs, suddenly rushed onto the beach.

Its tail, like a battering ram, swept out casually!

*CRASH!!!*

A heavy bunker constructed of reinforced concrete was instantly swept away and disintegrated like a building block!

The soldiers and weapons inside were pulverized into scattered debris!

Another terrifying Crab Sea Monster, magnified a thousand times and covered in bone spurs,

wielded massive pincers, easily snatching up an M1A2 Main Battle Tank attempting to reverse, and smashed it violently against another tank like a toy!

*BANG!!!* A fierce explosion and flames erupted into the air!

Meanwhile, the Deep One Warriors rushed into the American Military's trench system like phantoms!

Their speed was astonishing, and their strength was terrifying!