Chapter 1147
The War to Destroy Atlantos
Chapter 1147 The War to Destroy Atlantos
On the bridge deck of the USS Hornet, four swordsmen stood side by side, calmly watching the crumbling, burning, and disintegrating ruins of a city on the horizon.
Los Santos, once the cultural heart of the Atlantean civilization, is now nothing more than a cemetery of flames and ashes.
Crimson flames continued to spread across the sky, like layers of slowly expanding scarlet petals, gradually swallowing up the city's last outline.
The tower is burning, steel bars and glass melting together, like flowing flaming skeletons; roads are torn apart and collapsed, pipelines spewing flames and toxic steam, turning into the mouth of an abyss; the once brightly lit city is now only a twisted and dilapidated outline, struggling like a ghost in the firelight.
The city, engulfed in flames, possessed a strange, destructive beauty—a beauty that was both eerie and deadly.
The angel of destruction personally orchestrates an aesthetic judgment for sinners on earth.
"It's getting more and more lively." Xia Xiu raised his hand and looked around. His great spiritual sense had already detected that within a radius of hundreds of kilometers, the Atlantos mainland was rapidly entering a state of war.
Military satellites are lit up, the orbital air defense system is back online, and extraordinary and powerful units composed of multiple ranks begin to assemble.
There are at least three general-level units, and their spiritual energy surges like a giant wave straight up to the sky. These three are undoubtedly crown-level units of great power.
The mid-level commanders, lieutenant generals and major generals, are responsible for coordinating the pace of firepower, while superhumans at the colonel, lieutenant, and sergeant levels are spread across various war zones, ready to unleash saturation attacks on targets in the sky at any time.
They were like giant whales in the ocean, opening their mouths and pouring their anger and cries for revenge into every missile track.
Thousands of missiles, spiritual tracking missiles, and quantum disruptive beams soared into the sky, overwhelming the silent black coffin lid in the firmament—the Sword of Damocles.
That is the instrument of judgment.
That was something they couldn't understand.
That was the point where divine punishment would descend, which they were eager to eliminate.
However, all firepower ceased when they approached within 500 meters of the orbiter's outer shell, which was naturally due to the Divine Edge Protection Field of the Sword of Damocles.
"A futile struggle."
The second swordsman, Qasim, gently waved his long, slender right hand, deciding to activate his space-based weapon to expedite the extermination order.
"Let the destruction be hastened, Sodom—send it into orbit."
A message was instantly released from his body, connecting to the core of the deep protocol of the Heavenly Kingdom lineage, and he activated the vast space-based strike authority.
[Activation: Sodom - Space-based Punishment Device - City of Sin]
Far away at the other end of the synchronous orbit, another massive, starship-like coffin-shaped structure slowly tore through space, appearing above the Extreme Shark Line, opposite the Sword of Damocles, its surface adorned with intricately engraved cross inscriptions.
"and--"
Qasim used his left index finger to draw an arc, thus unlocking the seal that had been sealed long ago.
“The sins of Sodom and Gomorrah are so grave that I hear their accusations.”
The Gemini Protocol has been activated – Unlocked: Gomorrah
As the agreement was finalized, hundreds of kilometers to the right of Sodom, another coffin-shaped orbital weapon slowly rose.
Its surface is unmarked, exuding only a suffocating, eerie tranquility.
The second basic weapon of Qasim Muhammad, the second sword bearer of the Kingdom of Heaven, was a special twin device.
Normally, its standard model is called "Sodom," but when the Sin City Protocol is activated, this device will separate out a second model—"Gomorrah."
In ancient legends, these two cities of sin were destroyed. In heaven, when sin reaches a certain threshold, the twin mode will be activated, and the cities of sin will mercilessly pour out their fate of destruction upon sinners.
Sodom represents fire and punishment.
【Gomorrah】represents complete negation and destruction.
The great spirituality of the second swordsman, Qasim, permeated the entire state; his voice was like a whisper from the ashes of hell, each word distinct yet chilling.
"From the so-called Los Santos, thousands of kilometers north along the Grey Sea Fault Zone, from Old Silver Mountain to Desolate Tide Harbor, from Tower Town to Snake Bone City, from the Lost Mine to Windcut Valley... the entire region has 481 registered towns, of which only six have detected faint human spiritual fluctuations, while the rest show no human presence."
A faint light flickered in his eyes, as if celestial fire burned within them. The authority of the great spirituality slowly expanded, synchronizing with the orbital control system of the City of Sin. The authority of the twin celestial bodies interlocked in the spiritual circuit, constructing a concentric ring-shaped sequence of destruction centered on Los Santos.
"May the rain of fire in the land of sin come more than once."
The Sword of Damocles, Sodom, and Gomorrah—three celestial weapons—began to unleash a rain of destructive fire along the route from Los Santos.
Xia Xiu raised his cane, his gaze sweeping over the three approaching general-level superpower units in the air, and then down to the countless extraordinary units and legionary mechanical torrents mobilized from the sea and land, airspace and high-altitude orbit.
The sky and sea trembled, countless machines roared, and the front lines of fire were dense—it was the fury of a nation, a torrent of war mobilized by a civilization with all its might.
However, Xia Xiu simply turned to look at the three seniors and said to them very politely:
"Then, I'll handle these national powers."
The three naturally wouldn't object, and two of them, who were carrying swords, had their own prey in mind.
Saint Valentine Sauron, the first swordsman of the Kingdom of Heaven, slowly closed his eyes. Spiritual threads flew from his fingertips, like invisible ladders piercing through the city, mountains, rivers, and time itself, finally anchoring steadily between a gray-white bridge and a broken bay.
——Old Silver Mountain.
That place is a sacred realm of abnormal history, the most ironic footnote in the Extreme Shark timeline.
A wanderer who calls himself emperor—Norton I—should have been a laughingstock in the mortal world, but he is endowed with the power of a king of history by a distorted history, becoming a rewriter of reality, chosen as a king in a fantasy, and ultimately bearing the narrative absurdity of the entire Extreme Shark Line.
"Norton I..."
Saint Valentine slowly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with irony, pity, and an indescribable divine gaze.
"History is a cruel shepherd, and you are nothing more than a monkey that has strayed into the flock."
"Nothingness exists in the breath, just as the fire of sin burns under the eyes of God. You are a ridiculous king, sitting on the throne of the wasteland, and I—have come to end your absurd existence."
As he spoke, his figure disappeared, and Xia Xiu and the others could naturally sense that the first swordsman had appeared on Old Silver Mountain.
Meanwhile, the second swordsman, Qasim, turned his gaze toward the spine of the Far East—Ashton Platinum Palace.
That was the core of Atlanto, a distorted reflection of the old Federal White House. Beneath its towering, silver dome, a Lord of Might sat serenely, awaiting the enemy. He was the second King of Abnormal History, and also…
Theodore Roosevelt, the 26th President of Atlantos, leader of the Progressive Era of the Union, propagator of the Monroe Doctrine, leader of the White Fleet, builder of the Grand Canal, and the first member of the Union to receive the Terra Peace Prize.
In the Shark Omega timeline, he underwent a brief leap through a ritual of the Fish-Flesh Cult. His soul and glory have long been imbued with the Sealing narrative, becoming a shining example and a shadow in the history of the Shark Omega world.
“You want to build a great world,” Qasim said coldly, “but you’ve used the wrong tools and stood on the wrong historical path. On this timeline, you’ve betrayed humanity.”
The next instant, the figure of the second swordsman also disappeared from the Wasp, and his true form appeared in the sky above the Platinum Palace in the next second.
Flames raged amidst the embers of Los Santos, thick smoke rising slowly like a curtain, outlining the devastation on the gray sky. On the deck of the Hornet, the wind remained calm, as if the distant apocalyptic catastrophe was merely a silent corner of a landscape painting.
The two swordsmen had vanished, leaving only Mu and Xia Xiu standing at the bow of the ship, one old and one young, their robes fluttering, gazing at the still-burning afterglow on the horizon.
Mu smiled gently, his aged yet serene face reflecting a warm glow in the firelight.
"Younger generations are always considerate of the elderly. This world will eventually belong to you. An old man like me should move as little as possible."
His tone carried a casual, joking tone. Xia Xiu withdrew his gaze from the city, slowly turned around, his expression respectful yet relaxed, and bowed slightly to Mu.
"You don't need to do anything right now, so please take a rest."
He smiled slightly, his silver-gold pupils reflecting the ravaged city sky, then softly took his leave:
"I still need to clear out the nearby prey, so I'll take my leave for now."
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure vanished from the deck as if gently blown by a sea breeze.
Mu stood still, the wind ruffling his white robes. His gaze remained calm as he looked up, silently staring at the rising crimson mushroom cloud in the distance. Thick flames surged in his pupils, reflecting the fate of a nation being annihilated.
A slight smile played on his lips as he murmured to himself:
"...Just like before, fireworks are the most authentic ritual for humanity."
……
……
Within Atlantos, above the ruins of Los Santos.
Three monstrous figures slowly emerged from the tearing clouds, like giant sea creatures fallen from mythology to earth.
Their bodies swelled to an astonishing fifty meters in size, their forms resembling giant black whales gliding through the sky, stretching across the air as if crushing and bending the entire heavens.
They don't fly, but wander, as if they are in their own mother sea in the sky. With each swish of their tails or stretching, the air trembles and stirs up violent wind pressure waves.
They were the three most outstanding Sea Heirs Generals of the Atlantos Empire.
Admiral Joseph Steeljaw Carrington had a body that resembled a combination of a shark and a whale, with his mouth occupying two-thirds of his face and covered with neat, large metal scales. His crown was a crimson halo, like the raging fire of the sea.
Admiral Reginald Frostscale Simmons, originating from the Sawscale Swordfish lineage of the Frozen Sea, has a bone spur several meters long on his head, a crown of ice-blue halo, and eyes like an extreme cold abyss. With each breath, frost forms on the horizon.
Admiral Milton Roarer Stanfield has a body that is a hybrid of a golden tiger shark and an ancient striped eel. His dorsal fin extends like a banner, his crown is golden, and he trails a stream of high-temperature particles behind him, leaving a trail of scorching flames in the air.
The three of them, like fallen and ferocious behemoths, circled the black prism [Sword of Damocles] suspended in the synchronous orbit high in the sky, their tail fins and bone wings flapping back and forth, forcibly tearing the edge of the shield.
The spiritual torrent flowing down from behind them intertwined in the air into phantoms of war songs that seemed to possess self-awareness. They howled as they impacted the shield array of the space-based weapon, causing the surface of the Damocles to flash with distorted, reversed light arrays, like cracked water.
At the same time, Atlantos mobilized its armed forces in full force.
The highest level of red alert has been activated at various military bases, including Hudson Field in New York State, the Joshua Line, the central command post in the Utah desert, Castile Energy Fortress in southern Texas, and the Federal War Chamber in the heart of the Pentagon.
Hundreds of supersonic anti-rail weapons rose from underground catapults, aiming directly at the twin space-based weapons, Sodom and Gomorrah, high in the sky.
But all of this was in vain.
On the western shore of the Federation, two cities have been reduced to scorched earth by the combined attacks of Sodom and Gomorrah.
The first city was Puerto Santa Fe, a once bustling beach and neon-lit amusement park now a hellish furnace of sulfur and fire. The streets crumbled completely in the first wave of attacks, the ground collapsing into a massive crater.
The intense heat and flames transformed the city center into a churning pool of molten lava. The steel buildings of the streets melted into viscous molten iron like blocks of wax. Before the cartilaginous fish-like residents on the streets could even understand what was happening, they were reduced to a pile of silent, charred bones in the intense heat.
The second city is Knox Valley, located in the inland hills, and is a prime example of the middle-class residential area of the Blue Abyss.
Its melting process was more like an apocalyptic storm.
Once the high-orbit trajectory of the City of Sin was locked, several strike warheads streaked across the sky, descending from the depths of the clouds and bombarding the entire city center into a circular black hole several kilometers in diameter.
Residents screamed in terror at the edge of the collapse, and many half-lived sea creatures were directly carbonized, disappearing completely without even uttering a scream.
A hot tornado swept around the city, carrying scorched earth and debris that pounded against the still-standing neighborhoods like a torrential downpour.
The entire west bank looked as if two fresh wounds had been torn open, with flames of pain raging across the land.
High in the sky, the three generals roared repeatedly, seemingly trying to shatter the entire sky.
"Stop it right now!!!"
The three Admirals, like three colossal gods of the sky, carried earth-shattering power. Finally, with their combined efforts, the protective barrier of the space-based weapon platform let out its last groan, and then cracked.
The next moment, their eyes lit up with ecstasy, but just as they were about to destroy the platform, an accident occurred.
boom!!!!!
The sky suddenly darkened.
The gate to the heavens was pushed open by an invisible giant hand, and a huge silver pillar supporting the sky fell from its synchronous orbit like a meteor. The silver light tore through dozens of layers of air currents, carrying layers of spatial folds and immense pressure.
Before it could react, the steel jaws at the forefront felt an unprecedented pressure descend from above, freezing even its soul in mid-air.
He only had time to open his eyes wide and let out a halting roar:
"Stop right there!!!"
thump—
The behemoth collided with the towering structure.
Unfortunately, his words were of no use; the silver pillar descended and crashed down!
At that moment, a silver-white shockwave several kilometers in diameter erupted at the boundary between the ground and the sky. The gale and spiritual pressure merged into a destructive ring-shaped surge, and the Steel Jaw Admiral's massive body was directly pinned to the ground.
"Joseph!!" Hanlin and General Roarer exclaimed in shock, but what horrified them even more was the creature that appeared atop the towering silver pillar.
What appeared before them... was actually a human!?!
“The three of you,” the blond youth said slowly, “it is very impolite to touch other people’s things without their permission.”