Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 384 A Just Sacrifice for the Cancer of Blue Star
As is well known, Dongxia has always positioned itself as benevolent and law-abiding, and has always used this as a standard to train its army.

Of all the troops that have carried out overseas duties, the Eastern Xia army is a unique category. They do not harass local areas, engage in prostitution or gambling, smuggle goods, or bully civilians.

These gray areas, which are almost "basic operations" in the eyes of other countries' militaries, are all high-pressure red lines in the Dongxia's disciplinary regulations, to the point that people often repeatedly exaggerate the "high moral inferiority" of this unit!
After all, in individual, local, and isolated events, the saying can indeed be applied: "Baseness is the passport of the base, nobility is the epitaph of the noble!"
However, if we broaden our perspective and look further back, history has amply demonstrated that a corrupt government will not care for its people, and a corrupt army will not protect its citizens.

Many people like to put themselves in the perspective of rulers, pontificating and pointing fingers at the country, but in reality, most of them are just insignificant ripples in the torrent of history.

As the ruled class, you'd better pray that those who wield weapons are gentle; only such a morally upright force can guarantee that everyone can live peacefully.

Of course, such troops are bound to be somewhat passive when facing external threats.

For example, the Eastern Xia army would not do things like looting, plundering, or massacring.

At times like these, one can only lament the twists and turns of history.

As is well known, after the Four-Clawed Sea Serpent was defeated, all the countries that had suffered from its invasions filed huge claims against it. Only Dongxia never received a single penny in compensation.

There are complex reasons for this. For example, the previous government signed the agreement to appease the bald eagles and chose to compromise. The new government, while refusing to recognize the validity of the agreement, also abandoned its official compensation demands from the perspective of multiple international circumstances.

Looking back at this history after many years, Dongxia certainly gave up enormous economic benefits and made its development path more difficult, but wasn't it also a kind of wonderful fate?

It's like a victim righteously declaring to the other party, "I don't want money!"

So what does he want?

When he gains power, you will eventually get justice for him!
In just one week, in order to control the increasingly rampant situation of the four-clawed sea serpents, Dongxia launched more than ten large-scale bombings on the island of sin, focusing on the areas where the undead hordes gathered.

The Dongxia long-range bombers, bearing various N, K, J, and H model suffixes, roared wildly in the sky, scattering bombs symbolizing redemption across this increasingly desolate land.

Precision-guided bombs, fuel-air explosives, and special incendiary bombs were systematically "scattered" across key marked areas on the island. From the air, the explosions didn't produce individual bursts of light, but rather bursts of light that stretched out in patches, forming a burning red carpet that swallowed and vaporized the writhing, inhuman swarms of darkness.

Thick smoke and flames shot into the sky, and the mountains and earth roared in pain, as if undergoing a surgical debridement operation without anesthesia.

At this moment, the sea serpents themselves had no ability to resist these patrolling behemoths, so they chose another way, taking shamelessness to the extreme, and carrying out a crazy and bloody mass kidnapping.

Historically, they have used this tactic very skillfully.

Under the direction of Commander Kenichiro Kishi, the sea serpents began their frenzied performance.

They relaxed the defenses of the three major urban clusters, and even the core area of ​​the capital.

In these places, more than 70 percent of the population lives in four-clawed sea serpents. After the “mutation” occurred, people flocked to these cities that were still maintaining order. Because the exact number is impossible to count, it is conservatively estimated that the proportion has risen to nearly 90 percent.

The deliberate abandonment of defenses led to an instantaneous collapse of order.

That wasn't all. This now-mad commander began directing the Imperial Guard, the last remaining force assembled by the Sea Serpents, to begin a large-scale expulsion of living people from the area around the Ghost Temple.

This temple is located in the heart of the capital region, which is very convenient.

The purpose of gathering a large crowd around the ghost temple was to use the lives of the living to cover the location of the evil spirits, hoping that Dongxia would hesitate even a little, thus buying more time for the "heroic spirits" of the Sea Serpent Empire.

Kenichiro Kishi even set up his forward command post just one kilometer from the edge of the black fog. Every morning, the first thing he did was to straighten his uniform, bow deeply to the churning black fog, and offer a devout prayer that would last for several tens of minutes.

Ahead, the black mist moved from the outside in, from shallow to deep. In the shallow parts, it resembled the black veil of a widow, while in the thick parts, it was like solid ink. They intertwined and surged within a radius of twenty kilometers.

Within the shallow area were large numbers of Sea Serpent civilians forced into the "Guardian Temple" at gunpoint. They were forcibly injected with SP synthetic agents retrieved from the abandoned White Eagle base, and then pushed into the black mist in batches. The air was filled with shrill cries, pleas for mercy, curses, and insults...

When the thick fog gradually rolled in and completely obscured vision, people disappeared one after another, silently.

And from the depths of that thick fog, new varieties are constantly being born.

In addition to the traditional undead types such as zombies, ghouls, flesh giants, and dark warriors, a unique undead creature belonging to the four-clawed sea serpent was also born in the black mist.

Imperial undead warriors who can use bayonets and firearms.

Their faces were ferocious, their movements were perfectly synchronized, and they mercilessly slaughtered all living beings, forming ever-growing legion formations like a snowball.

Kenichiro Kishi stared intently at the legion of evil spirits pouring out of the black mist on the screen in the command post, a sickly flush appearing on his face.

"Look! Did you see that?!"

"The spirits of the Empire! The fearless warriors! They have returned! They are still fighting!"

"not enough!"

"I said, that's not enough!"

The commander respectfully held up the battle sword bestowed by the "Empress Dowager," his eyes shining with an alarming gleam.

"Keep going, keep driving them away! We must awaken more and stronger heroic spirits! Every weak, abandoned sea serpent will become a tireless, fearless, and powerful warrior."

"The Empire has been in existence for half a year!"

The accompanying adjutants lowered their heads deeply, not daring to meet their commander's gaze. They could see that this once shrewd, wise, and calm commander had completely changed.

They had only seen that kind of look in historical archives, in those photos of fanatical generals from the old imperial era.

That was utter madness, willing to drag the entire nation into hell.

The commander looked westward, towards the direction of Dongxia, and what was reflected in his blood-red pupils was the stubbornness and wildness etched into the bones of this nation.

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The disaster is not just about the "undead" infection.

Within the territory of the Four-Clawed Sea Serpent, there are more than 30 nuclear power plants and nuclear power units, of which more than 10 are still in operation. Some of them are old and have been in operation for more than 60 years. They should have been decommissioned long ago, but due to various reasons, they have been forced to extend their service life time and time again.

These nuclear power plants have now become time bombs buried under the tide of the dead.

The most critical issue is that most of the current nuclear power plant workers are a group of elderly people, accompanied by some completely clueless temporary workers.

Maintenance funds were embezzled at every level, and the security system was in disrepair for years. Even without accidents, it was only natural for some security incidents to occur. Now, the undead have mercilessly swept through these places.

They have no idea what nuclear power plant maintenance is.

When the first wave of evil spirits broke through the outer defenses, Matsumoto, who was over seventy years old, became the last employee to remain in the control room of this large coastal nuclear power plant.

He was a long-time employee here, having spent his entire life working around these reactors. His home was in a small town next to the nuclear power plant, and with a sliver of conviction, he stayed behind while everyone else scrambled to escape, stubbornly guarding the control room.

For so many days, thanks to the heavy blast-proof door of the main control room, the undead creatures came and went in waves, but they never managed to enter the central control room.

But now, a big one has arrived.

"Boom!"

The metal door bulged inwards. "Thump! Thump!"

More and more dents appeared, and the door frame began to loosen.

Matsumoto strained to lift his head, his hands frantically searching his chest, but he had already finished his blood pressure medication. He felt his head throbbing, his ears ringing, and dark shadows appearing in his vision.

He struggled to push the last chair, trying to push it to the doorway to block the violent impact, but in the end he could only slip and fall helplessly to the ground.

The explosion-proof door was forcibly torn open, and a bluish-gray arm reached in, grabbing the edge of the door and violently tearing and pulling it, causing the hinges to fly off one by one.

The entire door collapsed inwards with a loud crash, slamming heavily onto the ground.

A group of undead rushed in, many of them seemingly still wearing the uniforms of nuclear power plant workers.

Just seconds later, the control panel with its flashing indicator lights was violently destroyed by these guys, the cooling system's regulating valve went out of control, and the red lights in the central control room began to flash wildly.

Old Matsumoto tried to reach for the emergency operation button, but a pair of large feet stomped heavily on his head. In his last out-of-the-way vision, he saw the core temperature of the reactor soaring.

400℃……500℃……700℃……

"damn it!"

"Stop...stop!"

These were his last murmurs. The temperature quickly soared to 1,000 degrees, then 1,200 degrees... and the melting began.

All nuclear power plants in the out-of-control areas have undoubtedly suffered, or are about to suffer, the same fate.

No one was willing to stick to the lengthy safety shutdown procedure. People fled in a frenzy, leaving behind empty control rooms and unattended reactors. Then, after the undead broke in, one after another, they descended into chaos and collapse.

A cloud of radioactive dust, mixed with steam and radiation, slowly rose over the land of the four-clawed sea serpent. It was not as violent as a nuclear explosion, but a slow, continuous release, like pus draining from a festering wound.

By the time Earth's satellites detected these unusual signals, the radiation had already traversed mountains and valleys, rampaging across the land. Above the cloud maps, alarming gray-white bands of pollution were forming and spreading, like a tattered shroud covering the land.

Does nuclear radiation leakage harm the dead? Unfortunately, no.

This is worse than the dropping of a nuclear bomb. After all, a nuclear bomb indiscriminately deals with both the living and the dead, while a nuclear radiation leak is specifically targeted at the living.

"Hopeless!"

The Cihang Engineering Office of Dongxia submitted an application to expand the bombing and expedite the cleanup, while also simultaneously informing other countries on Earth of the latest developments.

For some time, countries were able to pretend that the "anomaly crisis" was just a regional event. They would issue statements, send out observer missions, argue at the League of Nations headquarters, shift blame to each other, and then look on with schadenfreude at the chaos in East Aisha.

But now, radioactive dust knows no borders, drifting across the globe with atmospheric circulation, while the four-clawed sea serpent is also working hard to spread "mutant infection".

Which country in the world doesn't have people of Ascha descent?
A foreign student from the Kingdom of Two Lions attacked and bit a professor in class, rampaging for several tens of minutes before being subdued by arriving military and police. The autopsy revealed trace amounts of SP-017 residue in his body, which originated from a "specialty sushi" he had eaten a few days earlier.

The Iron Cross Empire's hospital admitted several patients with drastically abnormal physical conditions. They had all attended the recent Sea Serpent Culture Exhibition and had come into close contact with a certain folk artifact, a black statue that was said to be a "warrior's amulet from the Warring States period."

In the southern New World, in Southern Aisha, in the desert continent, in the Land of Chaos, in those vast slums and chaotic neighborhoods, the spread of "mutation" is even more unbridled.

A tube of contaminants deliberately added to drinking water, or a "malicious feeding" of homeless people in a gathering place, can cause a huge uproar in just a few days. The undead mutation spreads wildly and unrestrainedly under the crazy projection of the sea serpent.

The number of "walking corpses" is increasing, and homeless people may become "hardened" homeless people at any time. Small-caliber firearms are useless in front of these zombies.

The most critical issue is that before the mutation, this substance was completely undetectable. After all, SP-017 is essentially an extract of an illegal drug, and the use of illegal drugs is rampant in various countries.

Therefore, when the announcement that Dongxia was preparing to expand its bombing of the Sea Serpents was released, an eerie calm appeared in the media of various countries.

If this had happened at any other time in the past, even if it were an act of justice, Dongxia would inevitably have faced overwhelming criticism from international public opinion.

This is the true face of white people; they fabricate stories out of thin air and distort the truth!
But now, silence is a form of acquiescence.

The four-clawed sea serpent has now become a cancer cell on Earth. Its infection and radiation sources, spreading throughout the planet, have dragged Earth into an unknown black box.

The number of infected people is increasing, and although most countries are currently able to control the situation strongly, no one knows what tomorrow will bring.

In the mouths of some politicians, this has already been called the "new Yellow Peril"!
They can choose to coexist with the virus because the medical conditions available to the wealthy can minimize the virus's impact on them. However, the root cause of this mutation cannot be determined by money or status, which suggests that someone should be more susceptible to infection.

Therefore, everyone tacitly ignored what was happening on the Four-Clawed Sea Serpent Island, hoping that Dongxia could control this source of infection.

Amidst this lively atmosphere, the bald eagle finally had no choice but to issue the order for a general retreat.

The Bald Eagle Seventh Fleet flagship, the USS Factory, is sailing eastward at full speed. The deck is crowded with helicopters, some still carrying containers that haven't been unloaded yet. Inside are experimental data and samples salvaged from the Sea Serpent base, and possibly even some frozen tissues from "volunteers".

Commander of the Joint Operations Command, Admiral Robert, stood on the bridge, gazing at the coastline that was gradually disappearing to the west. There, the outline of the four-clawed sea serpent was obscured by thick clouds, and only a blurry gray shadow could be seen.

"How much longer will the overall evacuation take?" he asked his adjutant.

"Commander, the evacuation completion rate has reached 72%. The last batch of personnel and technical equipment will be evacuated within 24 hours."

"Has the Eastern Xia side responded to the Empire's 'proposal'?"

"I'm sorry, Commander, no!"

"Ha, I knew it, these greedy bastards!"

It's unclear whether this greed refers to the white eagle or the Eastern Xia.

The white eagle created something out of nothing, and the Eastern Xia didn't pay a single penny.

During the general withdrawal, the Bald Eagle Commander issued the "Special Evacuation and Transfer of Responsibility Temporary Act." According to the act, all of the Bald Eagle's military assets in the Four-Clawed Sea Serpent, including bases, ports, and facilities, would be "transferred for compensation to a responsible major power capable of maintaining regional stability."

At the same time, it also includes the Pearl Island and the Kingdom of Nanmujin, which are already in chaos.

The core message is: these places used to be under my control, and you, Dongxia, have always dreamed of owning them, haven't you? Now that I'm leaving, they're all yours to handle. Pay up.

According to a rumor circulated privately by an unnamed source, the bald eagle valued the aforementioned profits at 1.2 trillion eagle yuan!
Dongxia completely ignored him.

I don't want this trash. You can deal with it yourself before you leave. As for what I do after you leave, that's my business!
Pay me? Sorry, you can't bring something to me for money when it's already broken!
Commander Robert mercilessly mocked the "idiots with their brains full of ketchup" back home, and then gave his final order before leaving the area.

"Send an encrypted notice to the Eastern Xia side, informing them of our evacuation route and timetable, and stating that the White Eagle Army will not interfere with any of their operations on the Four-Clawed Sea Serpent."

Harris paused, then added.

"If they're going to make a move, they'd better hurry. Those monsters... are getting stranger and stranger!"

The massive hull of the "Factory" cut through the deep blue sea, heading towards a place far removed from the nightmare.

What remains for Dongxia and the world is a vast and dark island, teeming with the dead, permeated with radiation, and poised to unleash disaster upon the globe at any moment.

(End of this chapter)