I raised stunning young ladies, but they all wanted to possess me.

All shipboard weapons of the NATO joint fleet were deployed at full power.

Hundreds of cruise missiles, trailing fiery exhaust, streaked across the night sky and crashed into the Titan-class destroyer, sending flames soaring into the heavens.

Dozens of heavy mechs leaped out of the defensive line at the same time. The left arm swords slashed at its ankles, exploding into a series of sparks, while the right arm cannons fired wildly at the knee joint at point-blank range, with spent cartridges pouring out like a waterfall.

Not a single crack was left on the Titan-class armor.

It raised its foot and crushed the mech that was charging at the front.

The second mech rushed up from the side, grabbed its ankle, and activated its self-destruct mechanism. The shockwave from the explosion made it sway, but it only swayed for a moment.

It bent down and grabbed the third mech by the waist with its hand, which was bigger than a tank, and snapped it in half.

The pilot's scream only lasted half a second on the communication channel.

Then the nuclear bomb fell.

It wasn't just one, it was several falling at the same time.

Intercontinental ballistic missiles carrying nuclear warheads rose from their silos deep in Siberia, trailing white plumes as they flew over the permafrost.

The moment the nuclear bomb exploded above the Titan-class destroyer, the scene was completely engulfed by a white light more dazzling than the sun.

Mushroom clouds rose one after another from the ground, and the shockwave vaporized the entire swarm of bone-eating insects within a radius of tens of kilometers.

The Titan-class outer shell finally cracked open, and molten black blood gushed out from the crack, splashing onto the frozen ground and turning the entire snowfield into lava.

But it did not fall.

A Titan-class battleship with its leg blown off crawled across the crater with its remaining limbs, crushing countless soldiers along the way.

The other end had its chest cavity blown open, but its heart was still beating inside.

The sound of a heartbeat emanated through the embers of the mushroom cloud, like a muffled war drum.

The shockwave from a nuclear explosion does not discriminate between friend and foe.

The tens of thousands of infantrymen who held their ground in front of the Titan were all exposed to the light radiation.

The wind blew radioactive dust onto their faces, causing their skin to peel and their lips to ulcerate.

But no one turned to run away, because the fourth line of defense was right behind them, behind which lay St. Petersburg, Kiev, Warsaw, and tens of thousands of civilians who had not yet had time to evacuate.

A young soldier whose name was unknown had half his face burned by the nuclear explosion, his left eye was blind, and his right ear was bleeding.

With his remaining right hand, he grabbed the last anti-tank grenade, staggered toward the burning wreckage of the Titan, and shoved the grenade into its beating heart, which was cracked in its armor.

The moment the grenade exploded, he was thrown by the shockwave and landed next to his fallen comrades, never to rise again.

Then, the S-rank Icefield Valkyrie Ivanova jumped down from the command tower of the fourth line of defense.

She is the twelfth ranked super combatant in the God-Making Project, and her ice-type superpowers have been cultivated to the point that she can freeze an entire river in the wasteland during a nuclear winter.

She stood alone in front of the last Titan, arms outstretched, her body erupting with overwhelming frost.

The ice spread from her feet, freezing the Titan's legs, its waist, and its remaining head.

She turned around and glanced at the burning frozen earth behind her.

That was her hometown; the town where she was born was just north of the defense line, and her parents were ordinary miners.

The town has been swallowed up by the black tide; the mines and church are buried beneath the black blood.

When she turned around, ice crystals were melting at the corners of her eyes. Then she exploded into an ice storm, detonating herself and her powers, freezing the last Titan into an ice sculpture hundreds of meters high.

Marshal Sergei's flagship was struck by the breath of a skeletal dragon while retreating to the fourth line of defense, and exploded into pieces at an altitude of 30,000 feet.

Until the entire fleet fell silent, a young communications soldier's voice could be heard intermittently repeating over the communications channel.

"This is the Red Mountain Base. The enemy has penetrated into the core area."

"Repeated, the enemy has penetrated the core area."

"We have no way out."

"Request that our coordinates be covered by artillery fire! Use all the shells, all the missiles, all the nuclear bombs!"

"Blow me and the Titan up together!"

"For Slavs!"

"For the sake of the family!"

The sound turned into a piercing electrical noise after a loud bang.

"The entire northern section of the third line of defense was annihilated."

The Russian news anchor took off her headset; her voice was hoarse and restrained, and there were tear stains in the corners of her eyes, but she didn't wipe them away.

"Including the Icefield Valkyrie Ivanova, all twelve superhumans ranked S-class or above on the Nordic War Zone's combat power list have perished."

"At least one million soldiers died in the battles of the defensive line."

"The Kuroshio vanguard has been temporarily contained north of the fourth line of defense by tactical nuclear weapons, but we have lost an entire generation of young people."

She paused, took a deep breath, and aimed at the camera again.

Her light gray eyes glistened with tears under the studio lights, but her voice was as steady as the permafrost of the Siberian ice sheet that had never thawed.

"This is Russian Federation state television."

"We haven't been defeated, we just haven't won yet."

"Please remember this number: one million."

"They are not just numbers; they are sons, fathers, husbands, and young people who haven't had a chance to propose yet."

"They blocked the Kuroshio Current with their bodies, and bought the rear 72 hours with their lives."

May their souls return to their homeland.

"Hurrah!"

No one spoke in the restaurant.

The estimated numbers of casualties were still scrolling across the television screen.

Gu Yan looked at the burning ruins beneath the mushroom clouds, and at the ice sculpture standing in the center of the battlefield. The woman in the ice sculpture remained in the posture of having her arms outstretched, like a Valkyrie forever frozen in time.

A breeze blew in from the window, causing the plate in front of him to sway gently, and no one touched their chopsticks anymore.

Yuzuru gripped the pheasant sword in his hand, the dark red runes on the scabbard flashing intermittently with the alarm sounding.

Lin Jinyu leaned back in her chair, her long golden hair obscuring half her face, so no one could see her expression.

But her fingers, which were gripping the teacup, turned white at the knuckles, and the water inside trembled slightly.

Yuzuru broke the silence first.

"We need to prepare to retreat."

She put down her teacup.

"The northern front has been withdrawn; the East Asian defense line is now a unified whole."

"With the Russian Federation's third line of defense breached, our flanks are completely exposed."

"If we don't retreat, the entire defense line of the Eastern Theater will be outflanked from the north."

"I sent the defense map of the fourth line to the commanders of each section this morning. All non-combat personnel must be withdrawn within the next two days."

Lin Jinyu leaned back in her chair, her long golden hair obscuring half her face, but her voice remained calm and sharp.

"Even with nuclear weapons deployed, it only slows down the advance."

"Those Titan-class monsters have shells capable of absorbing all known energy attacks."

"It was still crawling after the nuclear bomb exploded, and its heart was still beating even though it was blown open."

"I've been dealing with calamities in secret realms since I was a child. I've killed S-rank monsters and fought against SS-rank monsters."

"But this is the first time I've ever seen a monster that even a nuclear bomb can't kill."

Lin Jinyu spoke these words in a very calm tone, as if stating a fact that had nothing to do with her.