258: Chapter 258: One last critical hit!

The United States, The Pentagon, Office of the President.

Everyone fell silent.

The air was heavy, thick with swirling smoke.

On the screen, the golden afterimage of the Heguo Heavenly God fleeing in panic and the subsequent scene of the hundred-meter Demon God dissipating into points of light were all too real.

This surpassed everyone's understanding and shattered all established order.

"What did he say at the end?"

President George broke the silence, his voice hoarse.

Beside him, the translator's forehead was beaded with sweat as he tremblingly repeated the translation of Chen You's final words.

George closed his eyes and rubbed his temples forcefully.

That phrase, "Those who offend my Huaxia, though they be far away, shall be executed!" echoed in his head like a morning bell or evening drum.

This was no longer a simple act of revenge; it was more like a global announcement.

"So, this is a vendetta?"

Secretary of Defense Holman asked, somewhat uncertainly.

"But it doesn't make sense," another advisor chimed in.

"That giant god only crushed the Shinto Shrine. What does that even count for?"

"We only saw the capital of a nation and a landmark building razed to the ground!"

"Isn't this retaliation... a bit too childish?"

Holman's eyes flickered. "No... there's definitely more to it than that."

"What exactly was that power? Do we have anything like it?"

He looked toward the intelligence experts and staff members in the conference room; everyone wore a look of utter bewilderment.

Faced with this supernatural power, the technological systems they took such pride in seemed pale and powerless at this moment.

George snapped his eyes open, his gaze cold and furious.

"What exactly is Huaxia hiding? How dare they... how dare they act like this!"

His heart was filled with humiliation and fear, as well as a deep dread of this unknown power.

He understood that from this moment on, the global landscape had probably changed completely.

...

At the Qinling Command Center, the atmosphere was entirely different.

When the live broadcast froze at the moment the Demon God vanished into points of light, a massive cheer erupted instantly, followed by thunderous applause.

Many people even wept for joy and embraced one another.

"We succeeded!"

This was the release of a century of endurance, a moment of pride for the Huaxia nation.

Director Li Guoan's tense face finally broke into a slight smile, but he quickly regained his composure.

He knew that things were not over yet.

"The energy data for White Jade Capital is starting to rise!"

Sun Feng, the leader of the data analysis team, was staring intently at the jumping data streams on the screen when a message suddenly popped up.

"A message from the Military Department, asking whether to proceed with Contingency Plan Special-1?" Sun Qing reported with a salute.

Director Li Guoan pondered for a moment, his gaze resolute. "Prepare for the strike, but don't move yet."

"If Chen You hasn't returned by the scheduled time... then execute it."

His voice was soft, yet it carried an unquestionable determination.

Everyone in the command center knew that the so-called "Contingency Plan Special-1" was Huaxia's highest-level overseas armed action plan.

Once activated, it meant succeeding at any cost.

On the screen, Japan's Red Capital was still in total chaos.

The Self-Defense Forces were constantly arriving, and media reporters were being expelled.

But the images leaking through various channels and the descriptions from eyewitnesses were enough to shock the world.

Above the ruins of the Shinto Shrine, black smoke swirled and scorched earth spread everywhere.

Those Japanese right-wingers knelt in the ruins with hollow eyes.

They clutched broken stones and tiles, letting out intermittent wails of grief.

Their faith had collapsed, their national fortune had been severed, and the deepest pillar of their hearts had vanished into nothingness at this moment.

In the nearby courtyard, Chen You felt his entire body aching.

Sharp pain radiated from every corner of his body; his spiritual energy was nearly depleted, and his dantian was completely empty.

He knew how terrifying the power brought by the Monarch Incarnation was, but the overexertion was equally severe.

If Lin Miao hadn't supported him in time, he probably would have collapsed face-first into the mud by now.

He took out a spirit recovery pill and a peiyuan pill, tossing them both into his mouth.

The pills melted instantly, and gentle spiritual energy flowed like a trickling stream to nourish his parched meridians, while his damaged cells began to repair themselves.

Though he couldn't return to his peak instantly, it was at least enough to let him stand steady and stop swaying.

"Miao, are you okay?" Chen You looked at Lin Miao beside him.

Her eyes were red, and tear stains still marked her face; she had clearly been heavily impacted by the scene just now.

Lin Miao shook her head, her voice a bit raspy. "I'm fine... just, a little... shocked."

She had witnessed Chen You's transformation into the hundred-meter Demon God, seen the lightning descend upon the world, the gods retreat, and that earth-shaking judgment.

This went far beyond anything she knew, and it also vented the hatred she had never dared to hope for deep in her heart.

Chen You patted her shoulder, gesturing for her to wait a moment.

"Still missing a little something."

Looking over the courtyard wall, Chen You chuckled inwardly.

The collapse of these people's faith was certainly a divine punishment, a well-deserved retribution.

But Chen You had always liked to rub salt in an enemy's wounds and follow up with a bit of "physical salvation."

With a thought, an object as black as ink instantly appeared in his hand.

It was that infamous item, the [goblins stinky sock].

"Since it's a 'shrine' that smells like a toilet, let's make it live up to the name."

Without hesitation, Chen You threw the stinky sock with all his might toward the center of the Shinto Shrine ruins!

A dark shadow streaked across the sky of the Red Capital and landed precisely deep within the ruins.

The next second.

Boom!

It wasn't an explosion, but a shock that transcended the limits of the senses.

An indescribable stench erupted like a volcanic blast.

Centering on the Shinto Shrine ruins, it instantly swept out in all directions.

It wasn't just a simple smell of decay; it was more like the ultimate concentrate of a thousand types of biochemical weapons mixed and fermented, then aged for a million years.

It carried a sourness that corroded the soul, a stench that burned the nerves, and a despair that pierced through all psychological defenses.

"Blegh—!"

The first to suffer were Watanabe Jie and those right-wingers who were closest.

Immersed in grief and anger just a second ago, they instantly switched to an extreme physiological reaction.

Watanabe Jie's roar stopped abruptly, his face turning from red to green, then from green to white, as inhuman dry heaves issued from his throat.

Clutching his stomach, his knees buckled and he fell directly to the ground, his stomach convulsing violently as he vomited uncontrollably.

The other right-wingers scattered like rats, their nasal passages seemingly pierced by invisible blades, tears and snot flowing freely.

They howled and screamed, scrambling to escape outward.

They would rather face death than take one more breath of this hellish stench.

The stench traveled incredibly fast, spreading to the surrounding streets in an instant, and then to the entire district.

The citizens still watching on the streets and the members of the Self-Defense Forces who had come to suppress the area were not spared.

They covered their noses and mouths, their faces contorting and stomachs churning; some even fainted on the spot.

Sirens, vomiting, and curses mixed together, playing the most absurd movement in the history of the Red Capital.

This "biochemical weapon" of a smell even penetrated professional gas masks, directly attacking everyone's olfactory nerves.

It did not pick favorites or distinguish by faith; it impartially allowed everyone to taste despair.

It would even leave a "scar" in their hearts.

From now on, anyone who had experienced this particular flavor would likely never want to come near this place again.