Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 428 I am Death

Soviet Union, Plesetsk Cosmodrome.

A Proton rocket ignited and launched into space.

The rocket quickly entered its intended orbit, the second-stage booster separated, leaving only the seamless extension capsule carrying the satellite.

At this point, the Seamless Stretcher would normally disintegrate, releasing hundreds of satellites into low Earth orbit.

But at that moment, a glimmer of light rose from the other side of the Atlantic Ocean.

On the snow-capped peaks of the Ural Mountains, a humanoid figure made entirely of steel stood silently, like a statue, but suddenly opened its eyes.

It slowly raised its head, staring intently at the sky. Mechanically, it moved its head to a specific angle, and the six lenses in its eyeballs rapidly adjusted the distance, traversing nearly a thousand kilometers to see a white line climbing in the distant sky. It zoomed in and clearly photographed the missile's appearance. The next instant, a flash of light appeared.

This scene was transmitted through its built-in magical communication network to a laboratory hundreds of meters underground in London.

There, Murphy lay relaxed on a bench with his eyes closed, but his gaze "saw" the firelight after the Unmarked Module was hit through dozens of ground observation stations and hundreds of radars.

His mental reach extends to hundreds of thousands of sensors and magical control devices around the world.

With the immense computing power of supercomputers like Pioneer, he was now like a god with a thousand eyes and ten thousand hands, and in his hands he held a weapon powerful enough to conquer the world.

At that moment, he watched indifferently as the empty shell, which had been used as bait, evaporated in the scorching ball of light, and then issued a declaration of war to the United States via the Internet and full-frequency broadcast.

At the same time the declaration was issued, drones continuously flew out of their hangars from several drone airfields in Siberia, and soon climbed to an altitude of 10,000 meters, forming 36 drone formations. Each formation contained three Hella drones, each leading a Falcon drone swarm, and they swept across the Pacific Ocean and roared toward North America.

At the same time, hundreds of satellites in the sky also locked onto their targets.

He counted down to three, and then hundreds of eerie, terrifying green rays crashed down from the sky.

……

Panama Canal.

The American destroyer HMS Mahan is currently engaged in a dogfight with two British Sheffield-class destroyers. The Mahan is one of the most advanced Arleigh Burke-class destroyers, while the Sheffield-class is an outdated model from decades ago and is far inferior to the Mahan in various aspects.

At this moment, the two British ships were being suppressed by the enemy's electronic warfare. Although the enemy ships were almost within visual range, their radars were completely blank.

Not far away, two American aircraft carriers sat quietly behind the frigate, as if mocking their faltering gait like that of an old man.

The lookout lowered his binoculars, clenched his fists tightly, and wished he could fire a shot at the enemy right now.

But at that moment, he caught a glimpse of something black flashing by, seemingly landing on the location of the American aircraft carrier.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a huge burst of fire erupt, engulfing the aircraft carrier, followed by another burst of fire, and another aircraft carrier exploded as well.

The lookout stared in disbelief, but before he could even grasp what was happening, the piercing alarm blared. His nerves tightened, and he rushed into the cabin, immediately hearing the captain's frantic roar, "Fire! Fire! Fire on all sides!"

He stared blankly at a television screen in the command center, which was displaying static, but he recognized the person on the screen at a glance.

That was President Patrick Duncan.

He appeared to be giving a speech, but there was no need to listen to what he was saying; a line of text appeared in the news feed below: "Great Britain declares full-scale war against the United States!"

What?

Are we at war with the United States?

But before he could figure it out, a radar operator shouted, "Torpedo! We're locked on by a torpedo!"

They immediately looked toward the Mahan in the distance, which was adjusting its hull. The lookout knew that the Mahan was providing an angle for launching the MK-32 anti-submarine torpedoes on its deck, while the old Sheffield-class ships only had some towed decoys to deceive the torpedoes, and it was hard to say how effective they would be.

At the same time, a flash of light appeared at the front of the Mahan, and the lookout's heart sank completely; it was a Tomahawk missile.

But at that moment, a beam of emerald light suddenly descended from the sky and landed in front of the bow of the Mahan.

"Boom!" The Tomahawk missile in the air exploded on its own as soon as it made contact with the beam of light. Then, an even larger fireball lit up, and the Mahan was instantly torn in two by the expanding flames.

……

"Calling! Calling tower! Mountain Eagle calling tower! We are under attack! We are under attack!"

A fighter jet roared into the atmosphere, the pilot desperately trying to call control: "Minot is under attack! Minot is under attack!"

Below the fighter jets was Minot Air Force Base, which housed Minuteman III intercontinental ballistic missile silos and a bomber squadron, all of which were now engulfed in flames by the beams of light descending from the sky.

But he knew that the launch control centers of the intercontinental ballistic missiles were scattered in bunkers more than ten meters underground. Although those beams of light could easily destroy various facilities on the ground, they could not destroy all the control centers in a short time.

Sure enough, shortly after he flew away from the base, a small wooden house on the ground suddenly exploded, revealing a deep missile silo below.

The next moment, a massive intercontinental ballistic missile, like a black sword spitting fire, slowly rose into the air.

However, just as the missile reached an altitude of tens of meters, a beam of light accurately struck the missile.

"boom!"

A burst of flames erupted in the air, and the super weapon carrying a mega-yield nuclear bomb plummeted into a mountainside like a kite with a broken string, accompanied by billowing flames and an explosion.

Fortunately, the nuclear warhead was equipped with sophisticated measures that prevented it from self-destructing before reaching its destination, thus avoiding the fate of blowing the entire base to the sky.

The fighter pilot saw this and immediately cursed, but he dared not linger there any longer. He immediately spurred the fighter jet to ascend into the sky and randomly chose a direction to escape.

The moment he broke through the clouds, he witnessed an astonishing scene.

Between the two layers of clouds, he saw several green beams of light piercing down from the sky, like fences filled with the aura of death, sweeping across the clouds below in a certain regular path, splitting them into geometric shapes.

Through the clouds, one could see countless bursts of fire erupting from the ground below.

Suddenly a beam of light appeared to his side, startling him so much that he immediately flipped the aircraft a few times and screamed as he flew through the clouds.

He had already reached an altitude of several thousand meters in the air, and the city below had shrunk to the size of a palm. Only then did he realize that those beams of light were not only attacking the base below him. Looking up, he saw that the earth was covered with a dense array of beams of light, and he had no idea how many there were.

He had initially planned to find his organization and launch a counterattack, but a sudden wave of despair washed over him. "Is this... the end of the world?"

Just then, a strangely shaped drone appeared beside him.

He looked around in horror and was shocked to find himself mixed in with a huge flight formation.

The fighter jets beside him were continuously dropping various bombs downwards.

He simply couldn't imagine how such a small fuselage could hold more ammunition than the B-2.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared above his head, and a huge fighter jet was flying overhead.

Just as he looked over, a spherical camera beneath the fighter jet rotated, and the red-glowing lens stared at him like a giant eyeball from hell.

Immediately afterwards, a machine gun emerged from beneath the fighter jet.

"Oh God..."

He let out a wail, and then the fuselage was torn to pieces by bullets as if they were heavy artillery.

In the last moments before the explosion, he saw the paint scheme on the underside of the fighter jet.

"IM HEL, IM HELL".

I am Death.

I am hell.

(End of this chapter)