I created the Old Gods and Outer Gods in America.

Rumble!!!

A blinding white light instantly filled the entire field of vision, followed by a deafening explosion. The violent shockwave, mixed with high-temperature fire waves, instantly leveled all the surrounding buildings, vehicles, and shelters.

As the flames and smoke gradually dissipated, the scene on the battlefield resembled a living hell, and the police station's defenses, which had been struggling to hold on, were completely reduced to scorched earth.

Yet the massive water barrier in the very center of the battlefield remained standing. Although its surface was rippling violently and white steam was rising, the fish-men inside were completely unharmed.

After a brief silence, the fishmen erupted in deafening cheers.

"My head is invincible!"

"Those politicians are indeed a bunch of useless people, all they know is how to sacrifice their own people."

"Friends, I'm about to tell you a story about how our entire team was wiped out."

"Hahaha, serves you right!"

Marcus grinned, revealing his fanged jaws, and looked around. The police station's defenses and the Night Owl Special Forces were all wiped out.

In reality, only half of them died at their hands; the rest all perished from that missile.

"These bastards, they really don't care about their lives unless they're fighting themselves, hahaha."

Amid cheers, Kriel coldly surveyed the devastation around him.

We can't continue playing.

The missile strikes indicate that the high-ranking officials sitting in the safe house have gone completely mad. If they stay here, who knows if they will use even more terrifying weapons? He can withstand these surface-to-surface missiles, but he wouldn't be able to handle something like bunker-buster bombs.

"Withdraw." Kriel's deep voice echoed in the minds of all the merfolk.

He raised his hands and suddenly lifted them upwards.

The scattered puddles, the gushing tap water from the ruptured underground pipes, and even the moisture in the air all converged on him instantly.

The massive flow of water twisted violently in mid-air, transforming in the blink of an eye into a translucent giant fish over fifty meters long.

The giant fish opened its massive jaws and swallowed Kriel and all the fishmen whole.

Not only did they not suffocate, but the water flow actually provided the fish with the most comfortable living environment.

"Walk."

The giant fish swung its massive tail fin, which ripped through the water, and began to "swim" directly across the ruined streets.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Wherever the giant fish passed, the remaining buildings were easily crushed, and the ground was plowed into a huge trench several meters deep. It ignored the obstacles of the terrain and pushed its way towards the coast of Colombia with an extremely tyrannical attitude.

The giant fish burst off the coastline and plunged into the turbulent sea, disappearing into the deep darkness.

All that remains is the devastated ruins of Columbia District and a trail of destruction stretching straight to the sea.

......

Washington, D.C., conference room.

A deathly silence.

On the holographic projection, the images transmitted by the drone were fixed on the huge ravine leading to the sea.

The air in the meeting room was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

They had considered that one missile might not be enough to kill the monster, but according to their most conservative estimate, one missile would at least break its defenses. As long as it broke its defenses, they would keep bombing it until it died!

But the result?

Not only were the enemy unharmed, but all of their men were also killed!

The fight happened on their own turf!

Thousands of people died!

Several city blocks have been destroyed!

Not only did they fail to win, but the group of murlocs also swaggered away while "sitting" on a fish!

And in doing so, they caused another instance of damage!

Beside the conference table, an official with side-swept bangs and round-framed glasses trembled violently. His hands shook as he slowly removed his glasses, exclaiming, "This is infuriating!!!"

No one paid attention to his loss of composure, because everyone felt just as devastated as he did.

At this moment, an intelligence reporter standing in the corner was trembling, his face pale, as if he had something to say.

The white-haired old man rubbed his throbbing temples and waved his hand wearily: "Speak, what other bad news do you have? Tell me all at once."

The reporter swallowed hard and began to speak in a trembling voice, "It's just that... the footage from the battlefield was being broadcast live on social media... the internet monitoring department tried to cut off the broadcast, but for some reason, the live stream just wouldn't stop, so..."

Upon hearing this, the white-haired old man's originally pale face instantly turned bright red; he had already guessed what the man was about to say.

The reporter lowered his head, his voice trailing off: "So, that four-meter-tall monster was clearly broadcast live, with a total of 34512 people watching online at the time... According to emergency reports from hospitals and police stations across the country, all those who watched the live stream experienced severe headaches, vomiting, and mental confusion. In addition... it directly caused 1245 people to die suddenly on the spot, and the recording of the live stream is circulating wildly online..."

boom!

The entire conference room erupted in chaos!

"What did you say?! More than a thousand people died?"

"What kind of useless bunch are these internet censors? They can't even cut off live streams? What's the point of them being alive?"

The official with the side-swept bangs who had just taken off his glasses and roared "I'm so angry!" suddenly rolled his eyes back, stiffened, and collapsed, fainting from anger, upon hearing this number.

"Quick! Call the medical team!"

The scene immediately descended into chaos, and several medical personnel rushed in to carry the unconscious official out.

At this moment, the reporter stood trembling in place, covered in sweat, as if he still had something to say.

The white-haired old man's heart clenched as he looked at the man's hesitant expression, fearing he might hear something even more horrifying. He gritted his teeth and roared, "What the hell else are you leaving out! Speak up!"

The reporter jumped in fright and quickly shouted, "Sir! I want to say that the live stream has been forcibly shut down! The internet monitoring department is also cracking down on and blocking the spread of the screen recording; the situation is still under control!"

Upon hearing this, the white-haired old man let out a long sigh of relief and slumped back in his chair as if he had collapsed from exhaustion.

Thank goodness, thank goodness it's just like that.

After a period of chaos, the meeting room returned to a serious atmosphere.

Regardless, the deed has already been done, and they must immediately discuss how to handle the aftermath.

"First, the reconstruction of Columbia must be put on the agenda immediately, and the attack must be declared a terrorist attack."

"Secondly, all screen recordings on the internet must be suppressed at all costs! Anyone who dares to privately save and distribute these videos will be arrested on charges of endangering national security!"

After the white-haired old man finished speaking, everyone nodded in agreement. Someone even added, "Since the enemy has already dived underwater, we should set up defenses on the beach and start underwater reconnaissance to see if we can find their hiding place."

"We can't always be on the defensive. Secondly, the other side has fully demonstrated its fighting strength this time. From now on, we should treat them like a nation!"

This proposal was also approved. In fact, they did not expect to actually find the fish-men's hiding place underwater, since humans currently know almost nothing about the deep sea.

However, whether you can find it or not is one thing, but whether you actually look for it is another.

Finally, the screen switched to a view of the fishmen fighting in the street.

"We need to create a top-secret file for this unknown supernatural race."

A high-ranking military official said in a deep voice.

The white-haired old man recalled the image of the giant fish leading all the fishmen into the ocean, and the deep-sea terror brought about by the appearance of that enormous monster.

He took a deep breath and slowly said, "The file code is..."

"Deep Diver"