Tokyo: The Player Behind the Scenes.

Chapter 363, Section 110: Crashing Through the Waves

The Baltic Sea has always been a semi-enclosed sea area with an average depth of only tens of meters and stable hydrological conditions.

Let alone devastating tsunamis, even the daily rise and fall of tides are so slight that they are almost negligible for coastal residents.

At this moment, not far off the coast of Estonia, a wall of azure water, more than ten meters high, stands almost vertically on the sea, as if propelled by a god, and is rushing toward the coastline with overwhelming force.

The sky above the wall of water has lost its azure blue, replaced by a churning, roaring, inky black cloud that surges rapidly with the tsunami.

Within the clouds, countless bolts of lightning darted wildly, emitting continuous, muffled thunderous roars, as if the end of the world had arrived.

"No, this is impossible! How could there be a tsunami in the Baltic Sea?! And on this scale?!"

The Estonian president's voice was sharp and distorted, and the color drained from his face. The sense of relief and smugness he had felt earlier because the ghost ship had avoided him had completely vanished.

He leaned against the window, gazing absently towards the western sea.

Although the sea level cannot be directly observed from the height of the Presidential Palace.

But the dark clouds that blotted out the sky and the deafening roar all proclaimed that disaster was imminent and the enemy was at the gates.

"Quickly! Issue the highest level disaster alert! Initiate a nationwide emergency evacuation! All personnel in coastal areas, evacuate to higher ground immediately! Hurry!" The president grabbed the defense commander by the shoulder and roared at him.

He didn't need to say any of this. The commander issued the relevant instructions as soon as he learned of the situation. Although this was an overreach of authority, the person carrying it out was not a rigid person. In this situation, a delay of even a few minutes could have been fatal.

The alarm has been sounded, and anyone with eyesight can see the scene, especially the residents living along the coast.

However, they don't have much time left.

From the issuance of the warning to the arrival of the giant waves on the coast, the estimated time left for this coastal capital was at most just a few minutes. For a modern city, this was practically a death sentence.

The streets of Tallinn were in chaos.

However, the city has only a few hundred thousand people, so it's rare to see such a crowded scene. Even the cars are in good condition. The two-way road has become a one-way road, and all the cars are heading away from the coastline.

"Mr. President! Quick, the helicopters are ready! Let's go!" The Commander-in-Chief saw several helicopters landing on the tarmac outside the window. He practically dragged the somewhat bewildered president, surrounded by a group of bodyguards, and staggered towards the cabin!

They had barely scrambled into the cabin, the door not even fully closed, when the helicopter eagerly began to take off.

This place is only a few hundred meters from the coastline, and the sea wall is already approaching with dark clouds swirling with thunder; the first wave of impact is about to arrive.

Rumble——!
A terrifying, earth-shattering roar suddenly came from behind.

Even with the noise interference from the helicopter, the sound was so loud that everyone could feel it.

Everyone on the crew looked over in alarm.

The long coastline of Tallinn has vanished.

That death wall of water, more than ten meters high, was like a giant axe, cleaving fiercely at the edge of the city.

The first wave of impact instantly swallowed up all the docks, breakwaters, beaches, and low-rise buildings along the coast.

Even the most robust reinforced concrete structures are as fragile as sandcastles in the face of nature's fury.

Ships moored in the harbor were easily snapped in half or thrown into the air by the enormous impact force before crashing heavily into the city.

Vehicles, containers, and even entire houses were easily swept up by the seawater, tumbling and disintegrating in the raging waves like toys.

The seawater did not slow down due to the impact; it continued to surge deeper into the city at the same speed.

Towering waves surged onto the street, collapsing nearby high-rise buildings and flooding passageways.

The water level rose visibly, and houses in low-lying areas were submerged in the blink of an eye.

The final screams of those who couldn't escape were instantly swallowed by the deafening roar of the waves.

On the helicopter, the Estonian president stared blankly at the capital city below, which was being swallowed by the ocean and was no longer recognizable.

The familiar streets transformed into a rushing river, and the bustling neighborhood became a murky lake filled with countless floating debris. His body trembled uncontrollably, his lips moved, but no sound came out.

Tallinn is finished, Estonia is finished.
This is definitely not an ordinary tsunami, so what caused it?

Was it retaliation that he incurred because he blocked the ghost ship?

This is the most reasonable guess for now; regret almost filled his chest, leaving him speechless.

Just as despair filled the cabin and everyone thought the disaster was beyond repair, the pilot noticed something rushing toward the raging torrent that was ravaging the city from the inland direction.

The black dot crossed farmland and suburbs at an alarming speed.

This is naturally the ghost ship that was delayed on Lake Peipus.

At the bow, the knight still stood, gripping the two-handed cross-shaped sword tightly in his hand. The sword was raised high, emitting a milky white light.

Under the light, the white clouds in the sky seemed to obey a command, gathering into the shape of a sword. Just as a knight charged towards a tsunami, it also rushed headlong into the rolling dark clouds.

"What does he want to do?" the defense commander muttered.

He naturally knew about the ghost ship, and he was the one who arranged the actual probing operation.

Although he didn't actually agree to do it, he was promoted by the president, and if he didn't do it, there were plenty of others who could, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and carry it out.

Now that the other party is coming so aggressively, it's hard for him to be righteous about what he did wrong.

Is this to settle accounts with them, or...?
The next moment, the answer is revealed.

The ghost ship did not slow down at all. Its speed was even slower over the distance from Lake Peipus to Tallinn than it was in Russia. Now, it had only returned to its peak speed.

It aimed at the towering, murky wall of water that was advancing through the city, instantly traversing half of the unaffected urban area and crashing straight into it.

The knight aimed his sword tip at the surging waves and thrust it straight down.

The ship is the bullet, and he is the warhead.

Just as the gleaming sword tip touched the surging wall of water,
White clouds pierce the dark clouds in the sky, and sword tips plunge into the tsunami on land.

With a deep, muffled thud, a large spray of white foam erupted from where the water wall and the ghost ship collided.

Ripples spread outwards, abruptly halting the tsunami's advance, causing the waves to suddenly halt their upward movement.

The knight and the ghost ship were now completely surrounded by seawater, but they showed no panic. The dark shadows beneath their visors stared intently ahead, as if they were looking through the sea wall at some being.

"Kill the sea."

A pale golden light emanated from the plate armor. *Gurgle*
The billions of tons of seawater that make up the waves seem to lose all their kinetic energy and cohesion in an instant under this sword strike.

It was as if the mastermind behind the scenes had given up. With the rushing waves, this unscientific water wall, more than ten meters high, seemed to have had its skeleton removed. Amidst the noisy sound of the waves, it collapsed and disintegrated, turning into countless turbulent streams that lost their direction and order, rushing haphazardly in all directions and towards lower-lying areas.

Although the water flow still had impact, causing further damage and flooding to the city, the terrifying potential energy that could destroy everything and uproot cities had been completely dissipated by the knight's attack.

And a large portion of it flowed back into the sea.

It's like the spine of a tsunami was forcibly severed.

The inky black clouds in the sky seemed to have lost their source of power, their rolling speed noticeably slowing down. The area cleaved by the White Cloud Sword showed large tears, and sunlight shone through as the lightning slowly dissipated.

The ghost ship floated silently on the gradually calming water.

The knight at the bow remained in his sword-wielding stance, the gleam of his sword gradually fading.

His masked head was slightly lowered, as if gazing down at the ravaged city below.

Inside the helicopter, the sound of breathing could be heard continuously.

The Estonian president was even paler than before.

His eyes widened as he stared intently at the ghost ship below that had single-handedly turned the tide, and at the god-like figure at its prow.

A chilling and terrifying thought clearly surfaced within him.

"Could it be...could it be that his purpose in coming to Tallinn was to stop this tsunami?!"

"And my previous foolish provocation, attacking him with the drone, actually delayed his journey?!"

"This made him arrive too late, allowing the tsunami to submerge half of Tallinn."

Ruined.

If this is true, then wouldn't the current Estonian government, especially its president, be the culprit behind this disaster?!

It was their greed and folly that pushed the capital into the abyss.

If this kind of thing were to become known to the public or the opposition...
The president dared not think any further.

He felt a sudden dizziness; the tsunami in Tallinn was receding, but another tsunami was coming, and he was afraid he would have to swim naked in it.

His gaze became vacant, as if he had aged twenty years in an instant.

Below, the ravaged Tallinn is a scene of utter devastation.

Cries, calls for help, and alarms sounded again as the remaining half of the city tried to find higher ground to save themselves.

The knight standing at the bow of the ship paused for a moment before slowly sheathing his longsword.

He glanced one last time in the direction he had come from, then steered the ghost ship toward the vast Baltic Sea. This time, the ghost ship moved at the speed of a normal ship.

"I will find out how to kill you."

The knight slowly knelt on one knee at the bow of the ship, as if he were resting.

The ghost ship carried the knight into the sea, then slowly sank to the bottom of the ocean and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Perhaps the survivors should be thankful that at least they did not suffer the same heavy losses as the British and Japanese.

However, no matter how much Britain and Japan suffer losses, their size and economic strength are still considerable, making it difficult for them to inflict fatal damage.

For a small country with a population of just over one million.

The destruction of half the capital and the impact on a third of the population is a serious event that could shake the very foundations of the nation, and recovery will certainly be a long process.

The president wasn't too angry about Estonia's little scheme; in fact, he was more than happy to have such a fool help him test the true nature of the extraordinary.

Although such underhanded tactics cannot be tolerated openly.

The controversy surrounding this game wasn't particularly large, but its significance was quite different.

In the past, after the games ended, the extraordinary beings involved were almost always on the opposite side of humanity.

Unexpectedly, the extraordinary beings that appeared this time were on the side of humanity, seemingly fighting against some unknown entity.

"What a pity, Russia snatched such a good opportunity first, what a waste."

The Grand Commander shook his head slightly, wondering what benefit that guy, Vickers, would gain from this knight.

Although it's highly likely we'll only get some data and information, what if the knight left behind some extraordinary artifact? Who knows, it might give birth to Russia's first extraordinary being.

This is what he doesn't want to see.

"Expedite the evaluation of Ghost Rider and explore potential cooperation opportunities." The President gave the order, "And give Estonia a good talking-to, lest Latvia and Lithuania have any unrealistic ideas."

"Your Excellency, after this experience, I think they won't make the same mistake again."

Collins said softly on the other end of the phone.

"Collins, I need my opinion, not yours." The president's voice deepened.

Collins immediately became alert and appeared flustered: "I'm sorry, President, I understand what to do! Please forgive my foolishness just now."

The president didn't press the matter. He simply hummed in agreement, said "Go ahead and do it," and then hung up.

He slowly rose and stood in front of one of his favorite large portrait paintings.

The painting depicts him in a powerful and dynamic pose during a speech.

However, what seems discordant is that the sun in the sky is quite prominent in the portrait.

Of course, this was what he requested.

Only he knew the name of the painting; even the painter had no right to name it.

The president named the painting "The Sun Never Sets".

"One sun is enough."

(End of this chapter)