I write obituaries for the gods

Bright red blood splattered on Professor M's face. He stared in disbelief at the human-shaped mark left by the admiral on the ground.

"Ah...as expected of Triton..." Professor M blushed, "A man among men..."

"Pfft! Pfft!"

A fireworks display was taking place on the bridge of the USS John F. Kennedy, and everyone who tried to get close to the control panel to fix the encryption system was blown away.

This has nothing to do with Professor M; his wheelchair has its own built-in encryption.

"Buzz—Buzz—Buzz—"

At this moment, the carrier-based aircraft launched missiles from beyond visual range and flew towards Triton.

Triton turned his gaze from the bridge of the USS John F. Kennedy to the missiles firing one after another.

He stretched out his hand, and blades of wind exploded in the air, destroying all the missiles.

At the same time, an even denser sea fog spread out, and silver electric fields flickered in the air.

"Target lost."

On the F-35C Lightning II stealth fighter, the pilot looked at the radar: it was completely blank.

"Where did that guy go?" came the voice over the communication channel.

"I don't know, I..."

The next second, a face appeared directly above the fighter jet.

Amidst the thick sea fog, Triton approached the cockpit with a wicked grin and gently placed his hand against the glass.

"Hello, white guy..."

No, no, no! No!

"Pfft!"

The cockpit window was instantly stained bright red.

Triton manually tore open the glass, sat in the cockpit, took out his personal spy device, and attached it to the control panel.

Within seconds, he successfully hacked into the radar and obtained the positions of all carrier-based aircraft.

These fighter jets are all equipped with individual encryption devices to prevent Tritons from sensing them; it's very clever.

They came prepared; they must have made a very detailed plan beforehand.

However detailed a plan may be, it is meaningless in the face of an absolute power disparity.

Gazing at the green dots on the radar, Terry pulled on the control stick with one hand, raising the fighter jet, while his other hand reached out into the air—

"Om————"

A deep hum spread across the sky, and a storm rapidly formed around Triton, crashing against the sea.

Amidst the storm, streaks of wind, accompanied by flashes of lightning, appeared and flew precisely toward the coordinates on the radar—

"Boom boom boom boom boom!"

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"I've stalled! I..."

"Command center! The storm has caught us, I have no way—"

"..."

On the bridge of the USS John F. Kennedy, Professor M watched excitedly as the green dots on the radar disappeared one by one, his body convulsing in his wheelchair.

"Ah... this is the chessboard I carefully prepared, and it's just been crushed like this?"

"So satisfying... How could this be so tragic..."

"Professor, what should we do!" the first mate shouted in a desperate voice.

Almost simultaneously, an explosion was heard outside—

"boom!"

Everyone looked out from the bridge: a fighter jet had crashed onto the deck of the USS Bush, flames shooting into the sky.

A figure descended from the sky, and the destroyer's cannons fired at him in volleys, hitting him again and again, but it did nothing to stop him.

"boom!"

Triton landed on the bow of the USS Bush and stomped down hard—

"boom!!!"

The entire USS Bush suddenly flipped up, its stern was thrown high into the air, and the whole ship was almost perpendicular to the sea.

Then, Terry threw a punch—

"boom!!!"

The gale whipped his fist, slamming it into the aircraft carrier with terrifying pressure, instantly snapping it in half.

Fireballs shot out from the wreckage of the aircraft carrier, exploding with a roar, and storms swept the flames into the sky, turning the sky crimson.

Beneath the crimson sky, Triton hovered, overlooking the fleet below.

Tentacles flew out from the waves, binding the destroyers and cruisers that were firing, and then cutting them in half one by one.

The morale of the fleet has completely collapsed—the admiral was beheaded at the very beginning, and Professor M, who took over as commander-in-chief, not only did not do his job, but also kept shouting that he was having a good time.

Triton's terrifying and oppressive power completely shattered their nerves, making them realize that resistance was absurd.

"..."

Above the storm, Triton slowly shifted his gaze, which once again fell upon the USS John F. Kennedy.

Through the glass of the bridge, Professor M and Terry made eye contact.

"Hehehe... Hahahaha!"

Sensing the impending destruction, Professor M burst into laughter.

"I failed! How will those old fogies in the White House punish me?! Hahaha! Maybe I'll be executed this time?"

"I'm doomed, we're all doomed!"

He opened his arms, his deep blue eyes flashing intensely.

"This feeling..."

"This is so awesome!!!"

As pain seeped into his brain, the power of a Beta-level demigod was amplified to its limit at this moment!

In mid-air, Triton suddenly felt a violent wave of dizziness wash over him—

He covered his temples, his deep blue eyes gleaming.

Pain! Intense pain descended upon his spirit!

From the very beginning, Professor M's plan was to use the fleet to wear down Triton and to use the destruction of the fleet to recharge his superpowers!

His ability is essentially to use his own painful emotions to mobilize painful emotions in the warp, and then transform these emotions into warp erosion, which then descends upon the real world!

This kind of pain certainly couldn't kill Triton; he was an Alpha!

But the Whale Cannon is different—

"Target locked!" the first mate shouted. "Charge complete!"

"Launch!!!" Professor M roared.

"Om————"

The ethereal cry of a whale swept across the sea, transforming into a beam of blue light that shot into the sky—

Right on top of Triton!

......

Chapter 63 Raid on the Space Islands

At a military base on the four inner islands, an observer is lounging with his legs crossed, listening to music, and watching a live broadcast.

"My God... half of the carrier group is sunk... are we really out of things to do tonight?"

“What do you think, Alpha-class demigod?” the observer muttered. “That’s the good thing about working for the Foundation: we’re always the strongest.”

"No, Triton has been taken control!"

"What?" The observer stood up and looked at the screen.

On the screen, Triton hovered in the air, and the John F. Kennedy's whale-shaped cannon slowly turned.

"No way... Holy crap... Holy crap!"

"boom!"

A dark blue fireball burst open in the air.

Then, a figure fell downwards—it was Triton, who had been hit and was falling.

"Damn it..." the observer muttered, "Should we just run away? Otherwise, if the authorities find out we're doing this, we'll definitely—"

"Snapped!"

A bullet pierced his head.

Wang Pan lowered the gun and pressed the button on his headset:

"Island No. 4, clear it out."

"Silence is maintained over the entire inner four islands," the report came through the earpiece. "Air defense arrays have been cleared."

"A-01, you may enter the country."

"receive."

Wang looked out the window at the night sky: a transport plane roared past, flying straight toward the central island.

"Om——"

The cabin doors slowly opened, and Lin Chen walked to the edge of the cabin, looking down at the central island below.

The name "Space Islands" was already on the clue board when he first joined the Rapid Response Division.

Now, he has finally come here in person.

What comes into view is a magnificent space city, with rocket launch silos everywhere, and silver-white building structures rising from the jungle like a steel mountain.

"It really does exude an aura of futuristic technology," Lin Chen muttered.

At that moment, an alarm sounded inside the cabin:

"Drip drip drip!"

"We are being illuminated by fire control radar!" the driver shouted.

As soon as he finished speaking, the alarm stopped.

“Air defense system is off,” Oswald’s voice came through. “West City No. 6 helipad, land from there.”

"receive."

The transport plane circled the space islands and soon found the "No. 6 helipad" that Oswald had mentioned.

However, at this very moment, the tarmac was filled with a dense array of soldiers.

Upon seeing the transport plane, they raised their guns and shouted into the air:

"Da da da da da!"

"Boom! Boom!"

"Damn it! Oswald! What kind of location did you report?!" Jiang Zhengge shouted amidst the violent shaking.

“Other platforms have more defenses deployed, you won’t like that,” Oswald’s voice came through.

The next second, a violent explosion erupted at the end of the tarmac.

"boom!!!"

The soldiers' formation was instantly shattered, and they were thrown into disarray.