I chose the safe house, and the Human Alliance regretted it.

The army flew all night.

Five hundred thousand SSS-level superhumans stretch like a galaxy across the sky, from the heart of the Dragon Kingdom all the way to the northwest border.

The supernatural lights intertwined in the night sky, like a group of shooting stars rushing to the battlefield.

No one spoke, and no one fell behind.

The Kashgar Mountains stretch across the northwestern border of China.

This place was originally a desolate, uninhabited area, with the continuous mountain ranges appearing and disappearing in the mist.

The army arrived just before dawn.

Ahead, amidst the towering mountains, a suffocating sense of oppression filled the air.

A chilling aura emanated from somewhere unknown.

A military superhuman from the alliance flew to the front of the group and raised his hand to signal them to stop.

Five hundred thousand people with superpowers stopped at the same time and hovered in mid-air.

"Advance team, follow me," Zhao Lie said in a deep voice.

One hundred SSS-level superhumans stepped forward and followed him.

According to the pre-battle task assignments, these people were responsible for surveying the terrain, confirming the latitude and longitude of the disaster, and marking out the garrison area for the army.

As they went deeper, Zhao Lie suddenly stopped.

Crimson Mist!

He thought the catastrophic weather had returned, but the fog didn't fall from the sky; it surged out of the mountain stream.

Thick crimson fog rolled in a mountain stream, like a solidified sea of ​​blood.

The air was thick with the stench of decay, a mixture of sulfur and burnt smells that made one want to vomit.

A person nearby took out an instrument.

「灾祸源头坐标——北纬38.2°，东经74.6°。核弹覆盖区域：北界北纬39.1°，南界北纬37.4°；西界东经72.8°，东界东经76.3°。」

After completing the measurement, the person said in a deep voice, "The data has been verified and sent back."

"Okay." Zhao Lie nodded, shifting his gaze from the crimson mist.

Then he turned around and said, "Let's retreat."

The 500,000-strong army began to move.

As per the pre-arranged plan, they divided into five teams, spreading out in a fan shape, completely surrounding the core area of ​​the calamity beast.

There was no one stationed within a 10-kilometer radius of the nuclear detonation point, and all echelons were deployed at a safe distance.

The first echelon, at the forefront, consists of the strongest SSS-level superhumans from each country, responsible for the frontal defense.

The second echelon is responsible for support, the third echelon is responsible for ranged attacks, the fourth echelon of special ability users is responsible for defense and healing, and the fifth echelon is the reserve force.

Zhao Lie hovered at the very front of the first group, with Qian Mengxun also among them.

Gangzi was in the third group, and his palms were sweaty.

"Uncle, are you scared?" he whispered to the middle-aged man next to him who had his eyes closed.

The middle-aged man opened his eyes: "Even if I'm scared, I have to fight."

Headquarters of the Alliance in the capital city.

Dewey stood in front of the command platform, with a huge electronic screen in front of him.

The screen displayed a real-time satellite image of the Kashgar Mountains, showing that 500,000 troops had completed their deployment, completely surrounding the crevice.

"Prophet, the front lines are in position." Dewey's voice was slightly hoarse. "The nuclear missiles can be launched."

Chen Junjie stood beside him, looking at the screen, and remained silent for a moment.

"Countdown," he said.

The images on the electronic screens at the six bases suddenly changed.

An extra number appears at the bottom: 10:00:00.

The announcer's voice rang out, calm, but every word felt like a nail driven into people's hearts: "Global nuclear strike countdown, ten hours."

At the global human base, billions of people held their breath simultaneously.

No one spoke, no one made a fuss.

Only the ticking of the countdown timer echoed across each electronic screen.

Nine hours. Eight hours. Seven hours.

Time ticked by, and all the human bases remained silent.

On the electronic screens of the six bases, the images kept changing—missiles in the launch silos, torpedo compartments of nuclear submarines, satellite views from space…

At the Southwest Base, the girl sat in a corner, staring at the screen.

Her Viagra was gone. She didn't know where it had gone. All she knew was that she had to keep an eye on it.

Six hours. Five hours. Four hours.

At the front line, Gangzi's legs had gone numb from standing. No one around him moved, so he had no choice but to stand firm.

"Uncle, can a nuclear bomb really kill them?"

"Yes," the middle-aged man said calmly. "Even if it doesn't kill them, it'll at least leave them half-dead. The rest is up to us."

Gangzi swallowed hard and didn't ask any more questions.

Three hours. Two hours. One hour.

The announcements from the six bases sounded again: "Countdown, sixty minutes."

Fifty-nine...fifty-eight...fifty-seven...

At the Southwest Base, an elderly woman with white hair, leaning on a cane, stood in the square, looking up at the electronic screen.

Standing next to her was her five- or six-year-old granddaughter, with two little braids.

"Grandma, can a nuclear bomb kill all those monsters?" the little girl asked.

The old lady patted her head: "Yes. You definitely can."

Thirty seconds. Twenty-nine seconds. Twenty-eight seconds...

Ten seconds. Nine seconds. Eight seconds...

The whole world stopped breathing at the same time.

Seven seconds. Six seconds. Five seconds. Four seconds. Three seconds.

Two seconds. One second.

zero.

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"emission."

The moment the order was given, missiles around the world ignited simultaneously.

In the underground launch control center of the Dragon Kingdom, the launch operator presses his right thumb on the ignition button.

"Dong-41, ignition." Red light flashed.

The missile burst forth from the silo, trailing a long plume of flame, and soared into the night sky.

Deep in the Pacific Ocean, a missile bursts through the water, creating waves tens of meters high.

In Montana, North America, at an underground launch control center, an I-3 missile rises from the bottom of a silo.

In Northern Europe, along the Arctic Ocean coast, missiles launched simultaneously from mobile launchers.

On the electronic screens of the six bases, the image switched to the perspective of missile launch.

It's not just one or two missile silos, it's dozens, hundreds, or even thousands.

Intercontinental ballistic missiles rise from underground, break through the sea surface, take off from mobile launchers, and break away from under the fuselage of strategic bombers.

The trails of thousands of missiles flew in the same direction—the Kashgar Mountains, the red-mist-shrouded valleys.

The missile remained airborne for a full two hours.

Land-based missiles arrive first, followed by sea-based ones, and then those from overseas.

The army of 500,000 superhumans held their breath, staring at the points of light falling from the sky.

Countless nuclear bombs converged over the Kashgar Mountains, like a net being pulled in.

"Thirty seconds to reach the target." The announcer's voice trembled slightly.

Countdown.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3...

The Kashgar Mountains are shrouded in a red mist.

"roar--"

A deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth.

The red fog suddenly exploded, instantly covering an area of ​​tens of kilometers.

A four-legged monster, its body constantly emitting a red mist, leaped out from the ravine and roared to the sky.

The four-legged monster had dark red skin covered in cracks, and its eyes were scarlet with no pupils, only a burning crimson color.

Then came the second, the third... one after another.

At that very moment, the first nuclear bomb fell.

A nuclear bomb with the yield of 5 megatons of TNT fell vertically from an altitude of 10,000 meters and plunged headlong into the churning red fog.

A burst of white light.

A second sun appeared, and a mushroom cloud rose.

One flower, a hundred flowers, a thousand flowers...

The nuclear bombs exploded simultaneously in the mountain stream, on the ground, and in mid-air.

A hint of confusion appeared in those scarlet eyes.

Then, they were enveloped and devoured by a host of suns...

The white light lasted for a full hundred seconds.

On the electronic screens of the six bases, the images were swallowed by white light.

Then, the screen went black.

Dead silence.

Hundreds of millions of people stared at the black screen; no one spoke or moved.