91: The US regrets it!

Just at this moment—

*Whoosh—!!!*

A searing spear, condensed purely from Holy Light, tore through the air with a piercing shriek, instantly piercing the chest of one of the Deep Ones at an incredible speed!

The immense force pinned it firmly onto the scorching asphalt, and its dark green blood hissed!

The spear of dawn—Elias!

He had finally arrived, leading the hundreds of elite Evolvers remaining in the Freemasons!

“A human powerhouse?!”

Another Deep One Warrior let out a shriek of shock and fury!

In an instant,

The hundreds of Deep Ones who had been slaughtering indiscriminately nearby simultaneously stopped, their cold gazes locking onto Elias and the small team radiating energy behind him!

They abandoned the “fodder” fleeing in all directions, surrounding them from all sides like sharks smelling blood!

“Clang—!!!”

The Light Spear in Elias's hand blocked a claw covered in scales that was grabbing toward his head!

An unimaginable immense force violently transmitted through the shaft of the spear!

Elias grunted heavily, the skin between his thumb and forefinger tore, and his body, condensed from Holy Light, trembled violently, forced back several steps!

His handsome face was filled with horror:

“How is this possible?! The strength of a mere soldier... is this great?!”

“Guild Master! Be careful!!”

A member nearby who had awakened the True Sight Eye let out a desperate roar, “Their Realms... are generally above Rank 40!!”

No sooner had his warning sounded than a ghostly black shadow flashed past, and a sharp claw easily sliced through his neck as if cutting tofu,

His head flew into the air, the expression of terror still frozen on his face.

“Damn it—!”

Elias's eyes were splitting with rage, and Holy Light erupted around him. Countless searing Light Blades shot out in all directions like a torrential rain,

instantly stabbing the Deep Ones rushing at the front into sieves, scattering dark green toxic blood!

However,

More attacks followed in quick succession!

Three different Bone Weapons, containing terrifying power, simultaneously struck the Holy Light Shield he had hastily erected, coming from three extremely tricky angles!

*Bang!*

*Crack—!*

The Holy Light Shield shattered instantly like glass!

Elias suffered a heavy blow, spitting out a mouthful of hot blood. His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a pile of ruins, the light around him instantly dimming to the extreme.

He struggled to lift his head, his vision blurring from the intense pain and weakness.

He saw the Freemason elites he had brought—America's last hidden transcendent power—being slaughtered and overwhelmed at an alarming rate!

The Deep One Warriors, like a black tide of death, easily swallowed that faint flicker of light.

In just a few short minutes... the rescue force he led... was almost completely annihilated!

The gap... was too vast... Merely these basic Deep One soldiers were already impossible for them to resist... not to mention the thirty-plus Giant Beasts that were incarnations of disaster... and Morgue, whose strength was unfathomable... Despair... like the deepest frozen sea, instantly submerged Elias's heart.

At this moment,

Seeing the Freemasons led by Elias,

were overwhelmed without making any significant splash.

The entirety of America was instantly enveloped in an atmosphere of despair.

[Oh, God! I truly cannot believe my eyes! Even Elias couldn't last three seconds? The Freemasons are finished too...]

[In... in just this short time, half the people in Los Angeles have been killed!!! That's millions of lives! God! Please come and save us!!!]

[Wuwuwu, Divine Summer warned us before, why didn't we believe them! Why did we keep opposing Divine Summer!!!]

[I regret it so much! Divine Summer Daddies, please save us! We are willing to pay any price!]

[Yes, Divine Summer Daddy, Divine Summer Grandpa, we Americans were wrong before, we kneel to you, please save us!]

“It's over... everything is over...”

Inside the underground reinforced Command Center, President Wilson slumped into his chair, his face drained of color, staring blankly at the blood-red and chaotic live feed on the screen, muttering to himself.

Endless regret gnawed at his heart like a poisonous snake:

“We were wrong... We shouldn't have provoked Divine Summer... and we shouldn't have trusted those damned aliens... Kraken's prophecy... it was all true...”

Admiral Halsey, standing nearby, also had a face as pale as paper,

his body trembling uncontrollably.

He picked up a blood-stained telegram he had just received, his voice hoarse like a broken bellows:

“M-Mr. President... The news we j-just received... Hawaii... Hawaii State... was attacked by a Rank 75 Giant Beast...”

He swallowed non-existent saliva, the extreme fear making it almost impossible for him to speak the next words:

“...The entire state... 1.46 million people... confirmed... no survivors...”

“Most importantly...”

Halsey's voice was tearful, “The large vibranium ore vein... that we just discovered... it's gone too...”

“What?! Hawaii... is gone too?!!”

Wilson violently grabbed Halsey's collar, the last flicker of light in his eyes completely extinguished,

leaving only utter, abyssal despair.

If, before, America could still rely on its vast territorial depth, its unexhausted population potential, and most importantly—the vibranium ore vein in Hawaii—as hope for a comeback after losing the West Coast and suffering heavy military losses,

and engage in a long-term struggle against the Sea God Cult... then now, having lost the final strategic resource, the vibranium ore vein, America had truly become a fish with its teeth pulled out and tendons severed, thrown onto the chopping block... ready to be slaughtered!

They didn't even have the slightest capital left to resist!

“Mr. President...”

Halsey spoke with difficulty, his voice filled with humiliation and helplessness, “We... we should still ask Divine Summer for aid... real... aid...”

Wilson let go and gave a bitter laugh that sounded worse than a cry: “Ask for aid? Didn't we... already try that before? They...”

“No!”

Halsey interrupted him, a flash of sober pain in his eyes. “Guild Master Elias was right... when asking for help, you need the attitude of someone asking for help. What we did before wasn't asking for aid, it was an arrogant command... This time...”

He took a deep breath, as if exhausting all his strength: “We are afraid... we must pay an unimaginable... heavy price... for our previous short-sightedness, greed, and stupidity...”

“Price...”

Wilson repeated the word, his smile even more bitter, carrying a hint of numbness,

“If we open our mouths now... I fear... there will no longer be... the United States of America... in the world afterward?”

Inside the Command Center, there was dead silence.

Everyone understood that the answer to this choice, regardless of what they picked, meant the complete end of an era.