Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

"Fire! Fire!" McCauley's screams rang out over the loudspeakers on every ship.

A barrage of 32 Standard Missile-6s erupted from the vertical launch systems of the cruiser and destroyer, trailing milky white smoke as they hurtled toward the white-cloaked figure.

At the same time, the Phalanx CIWS created a wall of tungsten alloy missiles in the air at a rate of 4,500 rounds per minute. Two Super Hornets that had just taken off launched four AIM-9X Sidewinder missiles.

However, all of this crimson was easily shattered by the sweeping gaze of the newcomer.

What followed was nothing more than a one-sided massacre.

The Seventh Fleet was destroyed and slaughtered in an instant. This strange man who fell from the sky did not even allow surrender or escape. A littoral combat ship tried to escape, rushing towards Sumatra at a speed of more than 40 knots. As a result, it was frozen together with the sea by his icy breath.

All resistance was futile and pathetic, and just four minutes later, the Indo-Pacific region returned to complete silence.

General McCauley cursed in despair, yet his aircraft carrier, the USS George Washington, was the only one that was undamaged, though the entire ship was violently tilting and shaking!

The entire crew of the aircraft carrier watched in horror as they were lifted off the water. The 100,000-ton aircraft carrier had actually taken to the sky. Communication signals were completely lost, and an invisible force completely enveloped the aircraft carrier.

General Macaulay scrambled to his feet, and as he looked through the glass windows of the bridge, a sense of absurdity and fear washed over him.

They saw the clouds being dragged backward at high speed, and they saw the sun above the clouds that they shouldn't have seen. Then, they accelerated, and all the clouds within a radius of hundreds of kilometers were torn to shreds by the airflow!

A 100,000-ton aircraft carrier is flying through the air at dozens of times the speed of a human!

Cheyenne Mountain Nuclear Command Center.

On the NORAD duty screen, an unprecedented radar echo was rising over the Indo-Pacific. It was not any known aircraft, had no IFF code, no thermal signature matching any missile or aircraft, and even its speed was absurdly laughable.

It rises directly from sea level into the ionosphere, then stabilizes at a suborbital altitude near the Kármán line, moving northeastward at speeds exceeding Mach 30.

“Watfuck…” The radar analyst on duty stared at the radar in disbelief, his finger poking at a tactical display screen that was refreshing, his fingertip turning white from the pressure.

"What's that? A Soviet ballistic missile?!" The duty commander rushed out and exclaimed, staring at the large screen.

"No—it can't be—its speed is... Mach 30, no, Mach 34... and it's still accelerating. Radar cross-section... 333 meters?"

Radar analysts have given an almost absurd number.

You mean a behemoth over 300 meters long is flying towards the continental United States at Mach 40 per second?!

Their first reaction was that the radar was malfunctioning, but when every radar marker showed the same thing, there was no room for doubt.

They reported it to their superiors without hesitation, but before they could react, the 100,000-ton "gift" was already above them.

new York.

A Coca-Cola ad was playing on the giant screen in Times Square, taxi drivers were honking their horns, and Wall Street stock traders were cursing in front of the screen—then, at the same moment, everyone fell silent.

The sky darkened.

772

It wasn't dark clouds, nor was it a solar eclipse. It was because something enormous was blocking the sunlight—a massive, rising, 105,000-ton metallic structure.

The USS George Washington rose from the horizon with a speed that appeared slow from afar, but was certainly fast in reality, like an inverted steel mountain. It swept past the Statue of Liberty, whose torch flickered dimly in the carrier's shadow. It flew over Lower Manhattan, its distorted silhouette reflected on the glass facade. Finally, it hovered directly above the United Nations headquarters.

The entire city of New York stared in disbelief at the gigantic object hovering overhead.

Then, all the screens distorted, and amidst the crackling, snowy display, every device in the world capable of receiving a signal, from radio to television, continuously repeated the same sentence.

You are not alone.

The repetitive, cyclical sound, like an incessantly chanted prelude, finally returned to normal pixels amidst countless panics.

And what appeared before everyone was the same face.

He held aloft the colossal 100,000-ton object, floating above New York like a descending deity proclaiming...

"My name is Tsurugi, and I come from a faraway world."

"I crossed the stars to come to Earth. And I found that you are on the verge of self-destruction."

"You treat primitive fission weapons as your last resort and a constraint of mutual destruction; you are like two hunters in a dark forest."

"Pathetic, and foolish."

"I have come to conquer you." He stated his will directly.

“From New York to Moscow, from the White House to the Kremlin, I will trample on all your so-called freedom and democracy, and destroy all your pointless and foolish egos.”

“I will trample on your dignity and place you under my control.”

"And now—" He threw the 100,000-ton aircraft carrier in his hands toward the Hudson River.

The next moment, the 100,000-ton behemoth flew out like a lead ball, and with a parabolic trajectory, the aircraft carrier fell into the river, and countless streams of water surged back, creating waves that swallowed the United Nations building.

Standing at the highest point, Tsurugi overlooks the world with his arms crossed and his cloak hanging down, like a statue representing judgment.

"The first country we conquered was the United States of America," he said calmly.

"You have thirty minutes to lay down your arms and surrender. After thirty minutes, I will wage war against all those who possess weapons in this country."

The Holy Son's Path of Slaughter: Chapter 505 - The Difficult Struggle of the Two Poles of the World

Before giving the law, God would demonstrate His divine power to mortals. Just as the God who sent the Judeans out of Egypt would unleash ten plagues on the stubborn Egyptians as a deterrent.

In the Hudson River in New York, a 100,000-ton aircraft carrier ran aground, and the backflow of river water created waves that crashed against the streets of Lower Manhattan. Half of the glass curtain wall of the United Nations headquarters building was shattered, the remaining half resembling a row of broken teeth, jaggedly pointing towards the sky.

The crowd below was screaming and scattering in panic.

When you realize that a creature you absolutely cannot fight has appeared before you, your body makes the decision for you. And at this moment, the bodies of all the New Yorkers who witnessed the aircraft carrier fly overhead and saw the alien in black and white capes toss it into the river like trash are making the same decision for them—

run!

In an instant, the entire city of New York was plunged into extreme panic, and the world's attention was focused on the man with his arms crossed and a pale white cloak hanging down.

Then, troops from that country approached, tanks, missiles, fighter jets, and some hidden special weapons rained down on him.

"Mr. President! That thing—we've confirmed it just wiped out our entire Seventh Fleet..."

"I know!" The president turned around abruptly, his voice much sharper than he had expected. He saw his chief of staff standing in the doorway, his tie askew behind his neck, and the president suddenly realized that his own expression was probably just as bad.

He went behind his desk and sat down, but found he couldn't sit still at all. He stood up again. Then he grabbed the coffee cup on the desk, found it was empty, and slammed it down. The cup hit the tray with a crisp sound, startling the chief of staff standing in the doorway, who shrank back.

"How much time did he give us?" the president asked.

"Thirty... thirty minutes, sir."

“Thirty minutes,” the president repeated, then let out a short, almost neurotic laugh.

“Great, that’s fantastic! An alien suddenly appears in New York and gives us thirty minutes to decide whether humanity should surrender. Great. Very good. Excellent.”

When something so illogical happens to you, you can actually be so angry you laugh.

Nixon is a case in point. In reality, he shouldn't be in this position at all. But the existence of that blue god not only changed the course of the world, but the cooperation and assassination work of some 'superheroes' also allowed him to retain his current position.

During his tenure, he considered many potential problems, including a possible nuclear war, mutual deterrence with the Red Bear, missile crises, and so on.

In short, everything revolves around that one giant red bear, their only true enemy in the world, the beacon of freedom.

No matter how thorough the preparations and contingency plans, there's no way to deal with a situation where aliens suddenly arrive and announce their intention to destroy America and rule humanity.

He picked up the red telephone—the one that went straight to the Kremlin. His finger paused on the dial pad, but he dialed it anyway.

The operator connected the call incredibly quickly. Normally, this line would take at least three transfers and would take at least two or three minutes. But this time, someone on the other end picked up the receiver in less than half a minute.

"This is Moscow."

"Get me Poroandov." Nixon's voice trembled, but he gritted his teeth and tried to make his words clear. "I am the President of the United States."

A brief silence followed. Then came footsteps, the sound of a door opening, and hushed conversation in Russian. About ten seconds later—which felt like an eternity to the president—the familiar voice, thick with an accent, finally appeared.

"Mr. President, I heard that someone just used an aircraft carrier to smash the United Nations building?"

"Not 'my man'!" the president practically roared. "That's not my man! We have no idea what that is! I need to know now—did you guys create that?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Then Poroandov's voice turned cold.

"Are you asking whether the Soviet Union developed a biological weapon that can lift an aircraft carrier by hand, fly at speeds exceeding Mach 30, and broadcast simultaneously on all screens around the world?"

"That's exactly what I'm asking!" Nixon's voice grew louder and louder.

"Do you have any secret plans? Super soldiers? Bio-engineered humans? Or—are these actually monsters that mutated from the Chernobyl nuclear disaster—"

"What's wrong with you?!"

Poroandov retorted sharply, silencing the president. The president, holding the receiver, gaped like a fish pulled ashore.

“Listen,” Poroandev’s voice returned to its low, angry hoarseness, but his speech was noticeably faster, like a raging train speeding across the Siberian permafrost.

"If the Soviets had that technology, do you think I would send it flying over your heads first? The first place I would send it would be Washington! Not to bomb one of your aircraft carriers and give you thirty minutes to surrender, but to send it directly..."

772 >>

It wasn't dark clouds, nor was it a solar eclipse. It was because something enormous was blocking the sunlight—a massive, rising, 105,000-ton metallic structure.

The USS George Washington rose from the horizon with a speed that appeared slow from afar, but was certainly fast in reality, like an inverted steel mountain. It swept past the Statue of Liberty, whose torch flickered dimly in the carrier's shadow. It flew over Lower Manhattan, its distorted silhouette reflected on the glass facade. Finally, it hovered directly above the United Nations headquarters.

The entire city of New York stared in disbelief at the gigantic object hovering overhead.

Then, all the screens distorted, and amidst the crackling, snowy display, every device in the world capable of receiving a signal, from radio to television, continuously repeated the same sentence.

You are not alone.

The repetitive, cyclical sound, like an incessantly chanted prelude, finally returned to normal pixels amidst countless panics.

And what appeared before everyone was the same face.

He held aloft the colossal 100,000-ton object, floating above New York like a descending deity proclaiming...

"My name is Tsurugi, and I come from a faraway world."

"I crossed the stars to come to Earth. And I found that you are on the verge of self-destruction."

"You treat primitive fission weapons as your last resort and a constraint of mutual destruction; you are like two hunters in a dark forest."

"Pathetic, and foolish."

"I have come to conquer you." He stated his will directly.

“From New York to Moscow, from the White House to the Kremlin, I will trample on all your so-called freedom and democracy, and destroy all your pointless and foolish egos.”

“I will trample on your dignity and place you under my control.”

"And now—" He threw the 100,000-ton aircraft carrier in his hands toward the Hudson River.

The next moment, the 100,000-ton behemoth flew out like a lead ball, and with a parabolic trajectory, the aircraft carrier fell into the river, and countless streams of water surged back, creating waves that swallowed the United Nations building.