Novellv Chapter 407 Double Offensive!
Chapter 407 Double Offensive!
Chapter 407 Double Offensive!
"Citizens of the Earth, leaders of all nations, and all those who are uneasy."
"I am Lu Mingfei, the leader of the Sword of Revelation Legion."
"This name, along with my legion, is now shrouded in the stigma of 'destruction' and 'extinction,' and a wave of fear and the shadow of war hang over your homeland. I understand your anger, your doubts, your fears—it is the most natural human reaction to the unknown forces."
"But I am standing here today not to intimidate or declare war. I am standing here to clarify a fact that has been maliciously distorted."
Having foreseen this in the East, Eva almost simultaneously took over all the big screens, television stations, and radio stations around the world, clearly presenting Lu Mingfei's image and audio, simultaneously translated into hundreds of different languages, to everyone.
"We are not the destroyers."
"The army you see, with its power beyond its time, is not an invader, nor is it a destroyer seeking to cleanse humanity and restore dragon rule. We are of human origin, and like you, we are compatriots with the same blood."
"You may have doubts and concerns about the dragon blood we possess, but we will prove that we will always stand firmly on the side of humanity; after this message, we will publicly reveal to the world the history of the struggle between hybrids and dragons."
"We have no intention of ruling or enslaving humanity. What we yearn for is unity, a goal that unites all humanity to reach the stars and the sea, rather than wasting ourselves in suspicion, fear and pointless wars."
"Therefore, we ask for an opportunity, an opportunity to engage in dialogue and communication on the United Nations or any impartial international platform."
"I hereby declare: We are human beings, we are guardians, and we fight for the future of humanity."
"For humanity."
In the scene, the giant clenched his right fist and gently tapped the left chest of his heavy armor. A deep and firm metallic echo, like the lingering sound of a war drum, pierced through the screen.
The signal was then interrupted.
This footage, like a boulder thrown into a still lake, instantly stirred up a massive wave across the globe. The panic and gloom that the media had previously portrayed began to quietly recede, replaced by a curiosity and fervent anticipation that spread like wildfire.
Who exactly is this legion leader? How did he build that mysterious and powerful legion? Are his promises true? Can humanity truly set aside its differences and, under his guidance, join hands to journey towards the stars?
……
People launched a heated discussion on the Internet with many questions. The video's views on overseas platforms and websites skyrocketed. At first, the website's administrators tried to delete the video under pressure from US officials, but they found that their website's core code had been tampered with and they did not have the authority to delete the video!
This is also the core purpose of Lu Mingfei's first announcement: to dispel the fear of the unknown existence of the Legion in the hearts of most people in the world.
Even under the gloomy filter and eerie lighting of Western media, Lu Mingfei's image still conveys a strange and reassuring power; moreover, when he clearly appears before the world and makes a declaration in the same language, this power is amplified infinitely.
Within hours, hundreds of groups of varying sizes had emerged on the internet, all supporting the leader of this legion.
In some areas where the internet is underdeveloped, or even nonexistent, many more people are spreading the word:
“I testify that what this great man said is true! His holy warriors destroyed the despicable warlord Erhash and his lackeys, and shared the food and water he plundered with us! He is our savior!”
"I saw with my own eyes those powerful warriors destroy the Red Scorpion Gang, and those wicked villains were killed on the spot! We are saved!"
"He is the savior!"
……
As for the official response from North America...
Hours after the footage was broadcast, a second wave of "meteor showers" tore through the night sky and hurtled towards the now-defunct Kassel College, along with the piercing missile strike alarms blaring inside the college, provided the most naked and cruel answer.
"Tactical nuclear missile strike detected: two 'LGM-30G' intercontinental ballistic missiles and twelve 'Tomahawk' cruise missiles..."
"No need to recite the menu, Eva. And turn off the alarm, it's a bit noisy." General Tang, the forging expert, waved his hand lazily.
"No matter how many more are fired, won't it just be adding fuel to our 'plasma defense network'?"
Beside him, several alchemy masters from the Equipment Department had set up four six-meter-high black prisms in the garden of the Kassel College courtyard. The base of the prisms was seamlessly embedded in the alchemical matrix flowing on the ground, the patterns of which moved like living snakes with a ghostly light.
Compared to the "Sky Shield System," the "Plasma Defense Network" is more of an alchemical product than a machine that combines alchemy and technology; but so what? As long as it works.
"The 'plasma defense network' has been deployed and is now operational."
The four alchemists each held up a fiery red Philosopher's Stone the size of a washbasin and pressed it heavily into the groove in the center of the prism—
The matrix patterns etched on the surface of the black and gold prism instantly lit up with a striking blue light, and energy flowed like blood vessels beneath the metal shell.
The next second, the tops of the four towering prismatic towers burst forth with blinding light, illuminating almost the entire Kassel College.
A total of twelve torrents of plasma, each containing destructive energy, erupted from the top of the tower, tearing through the night sky; and within a hundredth of a second, they intertwined, spun, and spread wildly.
Buzz————!
A deep, bone-piercing infrasound sound, high-pitched enough to tear eardrums, resounded as a massive, three-dimensional net, entirely woven from plasma energy, blanketed the sky above Kassel College, turning the night into an eerie day.
In the Elemental Horizon, each line forming the network is a torrent of fire elements, forcibly constrained by the Alchemy Matrix and boiling to a plasma state.
They intertwined and tumbled like countless melted, fine cables, the light twisting within the net, the air being ionized, creating a dazzling halo and the pungent smell of ozone.
The first Tomahawk cruise missile, launched as a feint and seemingly to probe for a possible interception system at Kassel College, struck the target.
But no explosion occurred.
Only a blinding burst of light erupted at the point of contact, and then the entire missile melted away silently, like a snowflake falling into a furnace, as if it had never existed.
Then, the second, the third, the fourth... nearly twenty expensive missiles, bunker busters, and nuclear missiles, like moths drawn to a flame, were completely annihilated the moment they came into contact with the giant white net, not even a wisp of shockwave or debris could pass through.
All that remains are countless faces frozen in shock and horror as they watch this scene unfold.
"Lord Norton... what, what is the principle behind this?"
The vice principal looked up at the sky, his dry throat squeezing out a hoarse question.
"Hey! I told you to use your job title when you're working!" Old Tang scoffed. "Actually, it's nothing much. Powered by the Philosopher's Stone, this transmitter statically heats the fire element into a plasma state, and the alchemical matrix on the ground is responsible for dispersing and fixing it into a large net."
"The collision of fire elements, which are forcibly fixed by the alchemical matrix, can generate a strong magnetic field. The missile will be torn apart by the magnetic field the moment it hits it, and then burned to ashes by the plasma flow. Finally, 'poof'—it vaporizes, and the white blade music turns into a loud fart."
"It's actually similar to the tortoise shell shield of the Void Realm, but our net has barbs."
His gaze swept over the now dull crystal at the center of the prism, and the Forging General scratched his head helplessly. "It's just that it's too good at creating Philosopher's Stones. The second-generation product will need to be equipped with a fusion engine."
"General, can this technology be applied to His Majesty the Emperor's universe?" an alchemy master asked.
"It's hard to say. There are too many demons and monsters over there, and they're all quite unpredictable. We can't test it right now," Old Tang sighed. "We still have a long way to go, brothers. Don't let His Majesty the Emperor down."
"Don't worry, General, our Alchemy Equipment Department will definitely not let His Majesty the Emperor and the Legion Commander down!"
The alchemists suddenly roused themselves, pounding their chests with their fists, the clanging of metal creating a heavy drumbeat.
……
"Who...who can tell me..."
The president's voice was stuck in his tight throat, like a rusty gear spinning aimlessly, "What...what is that thing?"
Inside the offices of a deep underground nuclear defense facility, North America's top decision-making body fell into a thick, deathly silence.
They didn't know what the strange white giant net on the screen was, only that nearly twenty missiles—including two nuclear missiles—hit it without exploding, without a roar, without a mushroom cloud...
Nothing at all.
That's nearly a billion dollars (according to military spending reports), enough to buy a brand-new destroyer, but it ended up as a fleeting spot of light on the internet.
Just as this suffocating silence was about to drive people mad—
"The Arctic!!!" An intelligence officer practically slammed open the heavy oak door, his hoarse roar shattering the deathly silence:
"Seven unidentified flying objects have been detected in the Arctic direction! Four of them are heading towards the carrier battle group in the Bering Strait, while the other three are all heading towards the Middle East!"
"Fight back! Don't let them intimidate us! Give them a good beating!" the Defense Minister roared, waving his fist.
"Are you crazy! They clearly have more advanced technology than us!" Treasury Secretary Paulson tried to stop him.
"Do you want the most powerful country in the world to surrender to them?! The whole world is watching us!"
The Minister of Defense turned around, and the sudden flash of golden light in his eyes startled him so much that he took several steps back.
……
The flight decks of the USS Washington, USS Truman, and USS Ford transformed into a bustling honeycomb, with F-18E fighter jets roaring into the sky, trailing orange afterburner exhaust plumes against the cold wind.
Meanwhile, the Ticonderoga-class cruisers and Arleigh Burke-class destroyers surrounding the aircraft carrier were all poised for action, with their Aegis systems operating at full power and Tomahawk cruise missiles ready to launch at any moment.
However, this fierce and prepared atmosphere quickly crumbled under the constant stream of data appearing on the tactical screens of the various carrier combat information centers (CICs).
"Eagle Nest 1-1, signal lost."
"Eagle Nest 2-3, signal lost."
"Eagle's Nest 3-2, lost contact..."
The green dots representing friendly aircraft went out one after another, cleanly and decisively, in front of the red target representing the direction of the attack from the Arctic.
Instead, there is a glaring, constantly flashing bright red box and huge white letters—LOST.
The speed was too fast! From takeoff to approaching the enemy airspace, it only took a few minutes, and an entire squadron of elite fighter jets was wiped out—even though the enemy only had four aircraft!
However, the crimson area representing "loss" on the screen continued to expand, like a gaping maw, relentlessly devouring the captains' sanity.
"What happened?! All units, respond immediately! Report the situation!" The fleet commander's roar boomed through the encrypted communication channel, his voice visibly trembling.
"Eagle Nest 1-4... locked onto by enemy aircraft... laser!"
"This is Eagle's Nest 2-2! Missiles... all missiles are out of order! God, their aircraft have some kind of shield!"
"Interference detected—strong interference! Flight system malfunction—"
……
The only responses to the fleet commanders were intermittent and panicked voices; despair, like a cold tide, overwhelmed the CICs of each aircraft carrier.
Their most prized military strength, their aerial battlefields, their most expensive weapons, and their most elite pilots are being decimated.
The officer on duty on the bridge inadvertently looked up, his gaze falling on the sky outside the porthole, which was divided by the twilight line and shimmered with a cold, iron-gray light.
Upon seeing something, his pupils suddenly contracted, his mouth opened involuntarily, and a gasp of fear escaped his throat.
A huge shadow fell on the aircraft carrier's deck, and more and more people looked up;
Then, they saw three ferocious metal behemoths slowly descending, creating a highly oppressive standoff with the towering islands of the three aircraft carriers.
The cold metal shell reflected a dark luster in the thin morning light, and the intricate patterns and sharp sword emblems on its surface exuded an ancient and solemn majesty; while the weapon system hanging there was even more chilling.
A piercing buzzing sound drowned out the waves, the wind, and even the roar of the ship's engines. Sailors, officers, and the fleet commander saw the fourth metal behemoth fall, along with countless small drones flying out of its "belly".
They swarmed towards the fleet below, densely packed with close-in weapon systems, fighter jets still on the flight decks, phased-array radars...
Explosions and roars were erupting everywhere, thick smoke billowing into the air, and the three carrier battle groups lost all ability to resist within a minute.
"Everyone—"
"Give up resistance!"
The angry roar pierced through the metal and flames as the three metal behemoths issued an ultimatum to everyone.
The fleet commander stared in despair at his invincible fleet, which was now engulfed in flames, watching as armored giants fell from the gaping maws of the metal behemoths outside his window. He picked up the communicator, and with what seemed like the last of his strength, his voice, filled with bitterness and the instinct for survival, tolled like a death knell to the other ships:
"Everyone in every organization, everyone who can hear this—"
"Give up resistance. Repeat, give up all resistance."
……
As the death knell tolled for the steel torrent that symbolized North American maritime dominance, less than an hour after the Legion of Revelation displayed its epoch-making military might to the world, stocks in the military industry sector surged across the board.
Illuminated by the red light on the big screen, but with his face turning green, the finance minister finally realized—
It's not just about military force.
That terrifying legion, wielding a sharp blade forged from money, stabbed them hard from a financial perspective!