88: Invade Los Angeles!

Inside the underground command center, there was dead silence.

One could hear a pin drop.

Including Wilson, all the officials and generals turned ashen-faced, staring dumbfounded at the real-time battlefield footage transmitted back, which had turned almost blood-red.

Their most powerful strength was so vulnerable in the face of a true abyss invasion!

"Your Excellency Wilson..."

Elias's voice was dry and hoarse, filled with a sense of powerlessness. "Use... the nuclear weapons... Our soldiers... are almost all dead..."

"Nuclear weapons... Yes! Nuclear weapons!"

Wilson seemed to have grabbed onto the last straw, roaring hysterically:

"Warn them! Warn the Sea God Cult immediately! If they don't retreat, we will launch them at the whole world..."

His voice came to an abrupt halt.

In the command room, everyone was looking at him with the gaze one would use for an idiot.

Wilson suddenly realized, and a cold despair instantly gripped his heart.

Threaten? Kidnap all of humanity?

This tactic... what use would it be against the Shadow Scale Clan, who didn't care about the survival of other humans at all and even took destruction as their own duty?!

They would love for you to blow the whole world to the sky!

"..."

Wilson seemed to have had all his strength drained, slumping into his chair. His lips trembled, and finally, he squeezed out a word through his teeth:

"...Transmit the order..."

"All... all nuclear weapons... target... the West Coast landing site... indiscriminate... saturation attack..."

"Use... all of them... fire everything..."

The order was issued. After a moment of dead silence—

Swish, swish, swish, swish—!!

The ear-splitting sounds of air being torn apart—representing humanity's ultimate power of destruction—soared into the sky from America, from the deep sea, and from hidden launch silos all over the world!

Thousands of death meteors, trailing long tails of fire, streaked across the sky. But their target was no longer the cities of other countries, but... their own territory!

A nuclear strike of unprecedented scale, carried out by oneself against one's own territory, was now underway!

"Hahaha! Have you finally used these ridiculous toys?"

On the coast, Morgue looked up, watching the nuclear bombs falling like a doomsday meteor shower, the corners of his mouth curling into an arc of extreme mockery and disdain.

He roared loudly, his voice spreading across the entire battlefield:

"Everyone! Defend!!!"

Crack! Crack! Crack!

All the Deep One Warriors who were fighting instantly abandoned their enemies, their scales suddenly opening and bristling like living things!

Then, they suddenly curled their bodies into dense spheres covered in thick scales!

Those massive sea beasts also let out low roars, either diving into deep pits, facing the sky with their hardest back armor, or curling up their bodies, assuming their strongest defensive postures!

The next second—

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!!!

The world lost its sound! All things lost their color!

Thousands of massive, hideous mushroom clouds rose up on the West Coast, connecting into a Hell of destructive flames!

The terrifying light radiation, shockwaves, and hundreds of millions of tons of mud and rock from the center of the nuclear explosions... instantly swallowed everything!

The roar of the explosions was continuous, as if the entire continental plate were wailing and trembling!

The scorching heat waves even impacted the external monitors of the command center, leaving the screens washed out in white and shaking violently!

Inside the underground command post, Wilson and the others clenched their fists tightly, their nails digging into their palms, eyes wide open, staring breathlessly at the sea of destructive fire, with only a final prayer left in their hearts:

"Are they dead... They must be dead..."

"So many nuclear bombs... even if we can't kill them all... at least we can severely damage them... force them to retreat..."

Under the gaze of billions of eyes, the flames and smoke slowly dissipated.

Revealing the West Coast, scarred like the surface of the moon and covered with countless huge, charred craters.

And then...

In the center of those huge craters where molten glass-like material was still flowing...

Under the gaze of everyone in the command center, who froze instantly in extreme despair—

Click... crack...

A charred "rock" moved, the carbonized layer on its surface peeling off to reveal the dark cyan scales underneath.

One... two... ten... a hundred...

Thousands of scale-covered spheres formed by the Deep One Warriors slowly stretched out their bodies!

Most of the scales on their bodies were charred and cracked, and in some places, the scales had fallen off, revealing the burned flesh underneath, with dark green blood slowly oozing out... they looked quite disheveled.

But! None of them died! Even those seriously injured were few!

They shook their bodies, shedding the ash from themselves, picked up their weapons again, and eyes gleaming with even more cruel and violent light!

The giant beasts were the same! They let out roars filled with pain and anger, standing up from the craters or bunkers. Although they had many charred scars on their bodies, their aura remained fiercely monstrous!

Over five thousand nuclear bombs! The ultimate military power of human civilization! Saturation carpet bombing! And yet... not even a single ordinary Deep One Warrior... was killed!!!

"No... impossible... this is impossible..."

President Wilson muttered absent-mindedly, his body going limp, sliding directly from his chair and collapsing to the ground, his eyes completely losing focus.

Inside the command center, the last glimmer of hope was completely extinguished. Only boundless, cold, suffocating despair remained.

In the underground command center, the air was as stagnant as if it had been poured with lead.

The faint light emanating from Elias seemed to dim a bit. He took a deep breath, breaking the suffocating silence, his voice heavy:

"Your Excellency Wilson, although it is incredibly difficult... we must admit the reality. America... has lost the ability to resist the invasion of the Sea God Cult on its own."

He raised his head, looking directly at Wilson, who was slumped in his chair with an ashen face:

"I suggest... immediately requesting emergency military aid from Divine Summer. Currently, in the entire Blue Planet... only they possess the power to contend with these alien races."

"Divine Summer...?"

Wilson let out an extremely dry, bitter laugh, his voice hoarse, "A few hours ago... we were still using the survival of all humanity to threaten them... forbidding them from stepping onto our soil... and now we have to..."

Suddenly, his words were harshly interrupted by the sudden, extremely terrified roar of an observer nearby!

"Los Angeles!!!"

"The main force of the Sea God Cult has turned! They are advancing at full speed toward Los Angeles!! They are going to attack Los Angeles!!!"

"What?!!" Wilson, as if struck by high-voltage electricity, sprang up from his chair and lunged at the strategic screen!

On the screen, countless crimson dots representing the main force of the Sea God Cult were like a blood-colored flood breaking through a dam, tearing through the insignificant, sporadic resistance along the way, surging toward that shining pearl of the West Coast, the mega-city with a population of over ten million—Los Angeles!

Once this army, composed of dozens of terrifying sea beasts and thousands of vicious Deep Ones, rushed into Los Angeles... it would be a true Hell on earth!