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

Yes, he didn't actually believe it was the Soviets who did it; those seemingly reckless northern bears weren't as brave as they appeared. The people who grew up under the permafrost were traditionally a 'holy fool' people who only retaliated fiercely when pushed to their limits, but otherwise were remarkably patient.

He preferred to believe that this was the work of domestic interest groups. After all, Kennedy knew very well what kind of image he, the first president since Roosevelt to dare to take action against big capitalist groups, had in the eyes of those who were "more wary of Roosevelt than of the Communists."

And since they had done this, Kennedy had no other choice. He didn't have the support of the powerful Roosevelt family, nor the full backing of the FBI, Navy, and police system. To save his life, he only had one option—

To wage war

Only by launching another large-scale war can one save their life from being blown up like a Thanksgiving turkey. The wartime president's re-election system will protect the safety of himself and his family. Even those crazy capitalists will not assassinate their president during the war with the Soviet Union!

But what Kennedy didn't know was that across the ocean, the red giant, Su Suizong, who was in a similar predicament, had similar thoughts. He was also convinced that he would be retaliated against by those whose interests he had touched, so he simply planned to launch a war to emulate Stalin.

The staff room fell silent. Colonel Robert Jenkins, who was representing the Army at the war situation meeting, excused himself to go to the restroom and left.

But just as he reached the corridor to get some fresh air, he suddenly felt a chill run through him. His breath condensed into white mist in front of him, even though the central air conditioning vents were blowing warm air at 22 degrees Celsius.

He was about to have someone come and fix the broken air conditioner when he turned his head and suddenly saw his shadow wriggling on the ground, like a living thing breaking free from its restraints, stretching out an outline that didn't belong to him—the shadow raised its arm, while his arm remained hanging down at his side.

“My God…” he exclaimed.

The shadow answered his call.

All shadows peeled away from the ground, walls, and ceiling, coalescing into a thick, black mist. A metallic scraping sound echoed within the mist. The black mist poured out of the ventilation ducts, seeped into the cracks of doors and windows, and was born from tiny fissures in the concrete structure.

Colonel Jenkins gaped, smoke falling from his head as he watched endless darkness gather before him. Then, all the lights in the White House went out, and in the thick darkness, countless shadows formed a giant door.

From within the doorway came the sound of synchronized footsteps, followed by a chilling, terrifying echo.

"Pass through the Dark Gate!"

Having transmigrated, the only course of action is to kill, kill, kill! : 8⑨. Pass through the Dark Gate!

Inside the Pentagon and the White House, at every exit leading out of the building, countless wisps of black mist seeped in and coalesced into doors.

From these dark gates, the sulfurous winds blow out, carrying ashes and wails.

"What the hell....."

Colonel Jenkins stared wide-eyed at the bizarre thing, the cigarette he had just lit falling out of his mouth.

Then, the ghost stepped out from behind the door.

Colonel Jenkins thought he was hallucinating—he saw a group of people dressed in WWII German uniforms, but their skin was the bluish-gray of corpses. Their faces were translucent, revealing the outline of their skulls, and their eyes burned with eerie blue flames. The barrels of the Kar98k rifles they held were bent like painful spines, and black viscous fluid dripped from their muzzles.

One, two, ten, a hundred

These ghostly soldiers poured out of the dark doors, silently assembling into their formation just as they had in life.

"Enemy attack!!!"

Colonel Jenkins let out a piercing scream, and at the same time, shrill alarms blared throughout the Pentagon.

But the next moment, his body was pierced and torn apart by countless bullets.

He felt his body was very light, and then as if he were being pulled away by some force, he passed through the door and came to the abyss that smelled of sulfur.

He stared in horror at the armored giant before him.

As heavy as a mountain, as colossal as the King of the Dead, he sat upon a black stone throne amidst the churning lava and thick black mist.

He traced the sharp knuckles of his gauntlet, and Colonel Jenkins' soul was gripped in his hand in terror.

"Indeed, finding innocent people in the Pentagon and the White House is harder than finding ten righteous people in Sodom."

A heavy echo reverberated within the armor, and then Colonel Jenkins felt his will being dominated and controlled. He screamed, but could not escape the enslavement. He was in excruciating pain as his soul was forcibly stuffed into a corpse.

Then, he too crossed the gate of darkness.

Countless surging black mists spread wildly across the Pentagon, and without exception, all mortals who came into contact with them became stiff, numb, and cold amidst fear and screams, eventually turning into immobile, cold corpses.

The piercing alarms echoed through the two most central buildings in the United States. At the same time, the National Guard, Marine Corps, and Washington, D.C. Garrison were immediately mobilized to support and protect the president!

The first to arrive were the Marine Corps Maritime Helicopter Squadron 1, whose soldiers, aboard VH-3D "Sea Kings," approached the White House, and they were the first to see what it looked like.

"My God, what's going on here...?"

The helicopter pilot stared in horror at the White House shrouded in black fog, as countless swirling wisps of mist filled the core of American power, and all radios went out of service as they approached.

"Calling Air Force One! Calling Air Force One! This is Vulture One. Radio signals from the White House are jammed. We are unable to confirm the President's location!"

The helicopter pilot, who had moved a little further away, urgently notified the president's plane, but just as he was reporting—

A colossal, massive, and cold cannon emerged from the black mist surrounding the White House.

"What the hell is that?!"

He stared in disbelief at the weapon with its terrifyingly large muzzle radius, which descended from the surging black mist as if it were alive, its 800-millimeter-long muzzle aimed at the sky.

"Avoid it! Avoid it!!!!"

The screams of evading the attack had barely been heard when the Gustav Cannon, which emerged from the black mist, opened fire instantly!

The 4.8-ton high-explosive shell, fired from an 800mm caliber, flew into the sky. It did not hit the helicopter, but merely grazed it. Even so, it still caused the helicopter to spin and crash down!

"Mayday! Mayday! Zizzi~~~~~"

The final alarm sounded, and the helicopter fell silent. At that moment, the White House and the Pentagon were completely shrouded in black fog.

Kennedy did not escape; he was dragged through the Dark Gate by a demon of the Third Reich.

The world of sulfur and fire is too harsh for the living. Stepping into it, he felt as if he were burning, his whole body aching.

But when he was dragged to the black stone throne, the bone-chilling cold that penetrated to his very soul made him feel as if he were frozen.

But none of that could compare to the immense fear he felt when he looked up at the cold figure on the throne.

"John F. Kennedy..."

A heavy echo reverberated within Dongjiang's armor, and he paused for a moment—as he was rehearsing his lines.

It's because he's watched too many hellish jokes; the mere mention of that name conjures up images of hellish jokes!

Although he enjoys hellish jokes, he couldn't tell them in this serious setting, especially since he was playing the villain.

"King of America, President, half the ruler of the world..."

Kennedy trembled and prostrated himself before this colossal steel giant. In that instant, his entire life flashed through his mind, and he offered prayers to the Lord he had almost never devoutly believed in.

"Do you think you can be saved? Before me, before the Lord of Death?"

Tsurugi's chilling laughter echoed within the armor.

"Sir, I..."

"Your soul will give me the answer!"

Soul Domination!

Tsurugi pointed a finger, and Kennedy instantly stopped convulsing and struggling. A chilling sensation flowed through his body and even deeper into his soul.

Immediately afterwards, he lost all feeling; his soul was ripped out. And then, the last words he heard were—

"Gray soul, complete your final task!"

……

The White House and the Pentagon have fallen.

The sudden attack caught the United States completely off guard, and Vice President Lyndon Johnson, who was away in New York on a foreign trip and not at the White House, immediately ordered a news blackout!

Unlike Kennedy, this American president was an obedient one, and he certainly didn't want a nuclear war.

First, we need to figure out if this was a Soviet attack. If not, all is well; but if it was—we need to let more people discuss how to resolve it.

"Block all channels! Have the capital garrison troops arrived at the scene? I need firsthand information!"

The Texas president, his neck red and his voice hoarse, issued a series of orders, but unexpectedly—

All the screens were occupied.

Not only screens, but also radios, telephones, radios, broadcasts, and even reflecting mirrors are filled with images.

What appeared on the screen was a suffocating scene.

The first Marines to arrive at the scene were fleeing in agony.

Their adversaries were not the Soviet Union, nor any army in the world today; their adversaries were ancient troops buried in time more than twenty years ago.

Vice President Johnson, who had served in the Navy, recognized the man immediately—to be honest, looking at that swastika flag, it would be hard to mistake him for someone else.

"What the hell is this? Hitler has come back to life?!"

Johnson stared in disbelief, muttering to himself as countless dead Nazis marched forward with their iron feet through the billowing black fog, pulling their rusty triggers, while the Marines' weapons had almost no effect on these skeletons.

Even as the mangled corpses are shattered, dark spirits emerge from within, lurking in the black mist. They seize the bodies of every slain soldier, assimilating into their likeness, and continue their fearless advance.

The billowing black smoke, carrying an army of countless dead, swept forward step by step.

All that could be heard were the piercing screams and the sounds of despair from the Marines.

Devil? Demon? Necromancer's magic?

Including Johnson, countless Americans were filled with questions and confusion at this moment, completely unable to understand what was happening in front of them.

But they only need to know one thing—

This is the enemy, the enemy of the beacon of freedom!

"Your Excellency, the Capital Garrison and the National Guard have arrived on the scene!"

"Very good!" Johnson, his neck red, stared intently at the advancing undead army in the image, and fiercely clenched his fist.

"Smash these undead!!!"

National Guard M48 Patton tanks formed an iron line along the streets, all 105mm gun barrels aimed at the billowing black smoke towards the White House. The capital's garrison artillery positions were already set up on the National Mall, with M114 155mm howitzers raising their muzzles.

"Fire!"

At the commander's order, artillery fire erupted.

The roar of howitzers shattered the windows of surrounding buildings, and tank main guns spewed out scorching flames. High-explosive shells, armor-piercing shells, and incendiary shells poured into the surging black mist like a steel rainstorm, shockwaves ripped up the asphalt road, and dust fell from the stone columns of the Lincoln Memorial by the roadside.

The black mist retreated and dissipated under the shelling, and the spirits of the dead, dressed in Nazi uniforms, shattered into ashes in the fire.

"That's it! Blow these demons back to hell!"

Johnson roared into the microphone, spitting everywhere.