Our great nation of China traverses the multiverse.

They only have three destroyers in total, how are they supposed to defend against that?!

"We request assistance from the US fleet, and from the fleets of all other nations!"

"We also request assistance; we have thirty here!"

"..."

The cacophony of cries for help instantly drowned out the entire channel.

Ex opened his mouth, swallowed, and could only stare wide-eyed, pretending to be stuck.

He then immediately kicked the communication channel cable away.

[Mifang's connection was interrupted due to a network error]

"Damn it, this meeting would have been better not to have it at all."

Rubbing his head, Ex realized that the number of monsters this time had completely exceeded the capacity of each country.

Every country is calling for help.

Whom can I ask for help?

Of course, it's the United States.

But you're asking me for help? Who the hell am I supposed to ask for help from?

I'm facing hundreds of monsters with just my fleet, I'm helpless too, you know.

"This Pacific Defense Joint Online Command Center is something we should never go to again."

Ex waved his hand.

In Chinese parlance, all countries are now in a state of utter disarray, barely able to save themselves!

Let's protect ourselves first!

"So how should we refuse?"

For a moment, the intelligence adjutant couldn't think of a reason to refuse.

"Take the example of the monster attack, where the electromagnetic pulse temporarily paralyzed our communication system."

Ex waved his hand, recalling that the report from the Eastern superpower stated that the monster already possessed electromagnetic pulse capabilities.

That's a good excuse.

However, it was also information that made him even more desperate.

Damn it, it would have been better if I hadn't known at all and had just died in a daze.

Dying like that, knowing exactly what happened, is so damn frustrating!

Time passed slowly as countries waited anxiously.

One week is up!

In the Pacific, the US fleet finally faced their fears...

The monster horde has reached their long-range detection range!

Lacking unmanned exploration vessels, the daredevil soldiers, dragging sonar and driving small boats, have already charged towards the monster.

On the small boat, Hills, Moby, Thomas, and Eckley let the crashing waves pound against the hull.

The four remained silent, their eyes filled with unwavering determination and resolve.

Their mission is to determine the exact number of monsters for the fleet.

"Moby, keep an eye on the sonar; Thomas, strap your hands to the communicator, and make sure you get the message out before you die!"

"Eckley, have we arrived at our position?"

Captain Hills' voice was carefree as he stood at the stern, his hands controlling the engine as they hurtled straight toward their mission objective.

"We're only 3 nautical miles away from colliding with them!"

Eckley's voice was serious.

"Hahaha, guys, are you scared?"

Hills asked the question with a passionate voice, the sea breeze blowing.

"Of course I'm not afraid. I guarantee the information will reach the fleet before I die!"

"FXXK, of course I'm scared! I'm scared I underestimated it!"

"Then count them properly for me!"

After a few lighthearted laughs and banter among the four, Eckley suddenly spoke in a firm voice:

"Attention, we have reached the detection location."

"Sonar ready!"

"Drip, drip, drip, drip—"

Moby, observing the sonar equipment, was shocked to see the numbers displayed in front of him.

"FXXK, FXXK, Thomas, 312, 312 monsters are charging towards our east coast!"

"Damn it, 312!"

Thomas's hand trembled.

That's a whole hundred more than expected!

At the same time, he worked quickly, and the information was transmitted rapidly.

Upon receiving the information detected by the suicide squad, the entire defensive fleet was stunned.

One hundred of them would have driven them to despair, but here came three hundred of them!

Keep going up!

How to fight this!

Moreover, the sonar images show that the other side was quite dispersed.

They even arranged their troops in formation!

"Beep beep beep, Hills and the others have lost signal..."

In the communications room, the intelligence adjutant sighed.

"We cannot let these young men sacrifice their lives in vain!"

Ex gritted his teeth and immediately gave the order, roaring:

"Battle formation, prepare to attack!"

"Missile ready, preparing for launch."

"No matter what, get them out of there! Get them out of there now!"

Ex knew that at this moment, these missiles had to be launched.

Otherwise, there will be no hope left!

"Roar!"

In the distance, the monsters, having sensed the presence of the fleet,

A level 6 Chrysanthemum Beast burst out of the sea, its head adorned with a flower-like structure, from which blue light continuously gathered.

Finally, at a certain moment, the blue light flashed at high speed and suddenly burst forth.

Rings of electromagnetic pulses rapidly expanded from the Chrysanthemum Beast as the center!

A blue halo of light swept past.

All human electronic devices impacted by the attack had their circuit chips destroyed.

The US First Fleet seems to have repeated history in this universe; a single electromagnetic pulse rendered the entire fleet useless.

Fortunately, the missile was launched.

Yes, it's been called.

It's just a bit too far off.

It plunged headfirst into the vast Pacific Ocean, creating hundreds of huge sprays, without even harming a single hair on the monster's head.

The monsters that continued their advance in the seabed all looked up: What the hell is going on?!

In the fleet command center, staring at the completely blacked-out radar and command systems, Ex lowered his head in despair.

Time is too tight.

Although they knew the monster could use electromagnetic pulses, there was simply no time to install protective equipment.

"We've lost, we've failed."

"Hoohoho!"

"Boom! Boom!"

In the distance, the monsters were cheering, roaring, and howling.