The Grand Finale, Global Chapter Unification 1

The underground base. Five months have passed since the last live stream was cut off.

Zhu Dijun stood in front of the giant holographic globe.

Instead of a marker, I held a glass of strong liquor with ice.

Five months ago, he shut down his live stream. The historical dirt that needed to be exposed has been completely laid bare, the battleground of public opinion has been won, and the rest can't be accomplished with words alone; it requires the use of force.

Over the past five months, the computing power of the Grey Wolf template has been pushed to its overload limit. This is a kind of idealistic creation that completely disregards basic scientific laws. Scrap car recycling stations, abandoned steel mills, and construction waste from land reclamation, once assembled by the automated robotic arms set by the template, can directly skip smelting, forging, and precision machining, and be reassembled on the spot into high-dimensional killing weapons.

Ten million units.

Ten million T-850 and advanced T-1000 liquid metal robots, like dormant terracotta warriors, are densely packed in underground bunkers in the northwest, deep-sea trench bases, and stealth warships in near-Earth orbit.

Not just infantry.

There were originally only three 800-meter-long floating warships, but now there are three hundred.

The number of near-Earth orbit spaceships with a range of three thousand meters has expanded from three to fifty. The main gun caliber specifications indicate a terrifying yield capable of penetrating the continental shelf.

"Owner."

Xihe's electronic voice rang out in the hall, completely flat and exuding absolute control.

"All 30 million war machines worldwide have completed their self-checks. Cold fusion arrays are operating at full capacity. Space-based weapon matrices have locked onto the coordinates of all 17,000 alien lairs and related conglomerates and clandestine organizations."

Princess 50 and Princess 20 stood behind Judy Jun, their mechanical armor gleaming with a chilling, dark light. Their weapon systems had long since been deactivated.

"Have you found them all?"

Judy Jun swirled the wine glass in his hand, the ice cubes hitting the glass with a crisp sound.

"Not a single one will be missed."

Xihe displayed rows of dense red dots on the screen.

"Including the original mother nest lurking beneath the ice, and the mixed-race descendants in the bunkers of North American and European conglomerates. All the nodes that are manipulating and falsifying history behind the scenes, attempting to destroy the foundation of China, have been locked down."

Zhu Dijun tilted his head back and downed the glass of liquor in one gulp. The strong liquor felt like swallowing a piece of burning coal.

His eyes were as cold as the Siberian permafrost.

"Kindness is reserved for humanity. To speak of humanity to these beasts who have treated China as a pasture for hundreds of years is a crime."

Zhu Dijun casually smashed the empty wine glass onto the metal floor, scattering glass shards everywhere.

"Issue the order to the entire army."

Zhu Dijun's voice was lowered to an extremely low pitch, like the wind blowing from hell.

"Plow the courtyard and sweep the acupoints. Initiate."

The moment the command was issued, the Earth's magnetic field experienced a violent disturbance that lasted for ten seconds.

Deep in the ocean, in the Mariana Trench.

The once pitch-black and deathly silent deep sea was illuminated by thousands of eerie blue thruster exhaust plumes. The seawater instantly boiled and vaporized. Hundreds of deep-sea heavy mechs, each over a hundred meters tall, burst from the water, seawater cascading down their cold, optical camouflage armor like waterfalls.

Their electronic compound eyes are fixed on the North Atlantic, the very place where those European pirate colonists started their business.

In space orbit, fifty 3,000-meter-class spaceships simultaneously deactivated their optical cloaking. Their massive cannons were aimed at North America's famous tycoon estates, the ruins of Lolita Island, and the doomsday bunker buried deep beneath the Rocky Mountains.

Japan, also known as Xiaoliuqiu on the Ming Dynasty nautical chart, is now one of the four islands.

Tens of thousands of airdrop pods fell from the sky without warning. They crashed onto the streets of Tokyo and into the base at the foot of Mount Fuji. The pod doors exploded.

There were no warnings, no declarations of war.

The T-850 mobile unit, a dark mass, carrying high-frequency electromagnetic rifles, marched in perfect unison, launching a one-sided physical elimination operation.

The island's anti-aircraft weapons struck the robotic soldiers in their liquid metal hybrid aerospace armor, leaving not even a spark. The television signal was completely taken over by Xihe; the screen showed no negotiations, only a countdown to execution.

Those high-ranking "Bullhoof" individuals, specifically named by Judy Jun, wearing split-toe socks and exhibiting abnormal skeletal structures, were dragged out of their underground bunkers by T-1000s like dead dogs. On the streets, high-energy lasers wove together a web of death. Those tycoons attempting to seek help online or activate the dark web to contact their North American masters discovered that the entire nation's external communications had been physically severed in the first second.

The crater of Mount Fuji.

Princess 20 and Princess 35 hovered above. They watched the mutant creatures below trying to escape through the lava tunnels.

"Commander's order: Leave no survivors." 20-hime's cold, mechanical voice rang out.

With their miniature vector engines fully loaded, the two mecha girls raised their plasma cannons and bombarded the crater continuously. The ultra-high temperature plasma triggered a chain reaction in the Earth's crust. The dormant volcano erupted instantly, burning the "nest" buried deep underground, along with the lava, to ashes.

At the same time. The Nordic ice sheet.

Europe's underground cave system.

Hundreds of airships hovered above the ice, while space-based kinetic weapons were launched directly from space. Solid tungsten alloy projectiles, several meters in diameter, hurtled through the ice layer, which was hundreds of meters thick, with a terminal velocity of over Mach 10.

The earth trembled. The so-called ancient Western Mother Nest, the Druid's sanctuary, along with their underground altars where they worshipped antlers and preserved the custom of human sacrifice, collapsed into dust under the crushing force of kinetic weapons.

This is not war at all; it is the extermination of pests through a dimensional reduction attack.

The Ming Dynasty. A parallel Hongwu era.

On the square outside Fengtian Hall.

Zhu Yuanzhang did not sit on the dragon throne. He was dressed in plain clothes, with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky.

On the screen, Zhu Dijun's face was not shown. The entire screen was divided into dozens of perspectives, broadcasting indiscriminate massacres around the world.

The land of North America was ravaged by space-based weapons. Ancient castles in Europe were reduced to dust by electromagnetic railguns. On the island nation in the East China Sea, flames soared into the sky, and the cries of the alien race were completely drowned out by the explosions.

"Good! Well done!" Zhu Yuanzhang pointed to the sky, panting heavily, his eyes gleaming with bloodlust.

During those five months, he was not idle. Crown Prince Zhu Biao, Prince Qin Zhu Shuang, and Prince Yan Zhu Di led hundreds of thousands of border troops in a bloodbath throughout the Ming Dynasty and beyond the Great Wall.

Those descendants of the Pu family surnamed Bu and Yang, those spies involved in the Manchu Qing dynasty's fabricated history, were dragged out by the Imperial Guards. The blood at Caishikou hadn't dried for five months. On the northern grasslands, the Ming army used cannons to blast those monsters burrowing under the frozen ground into mud.

The bloodline of the Ming Dynasty has been thoroughly cleansed from its very roots.

"Father." Zhu Biao walked to Zhu Yuanzhang's side, looking at the devastating fleet in the sky. "Future generations will be even more ruthless than we were. The world of China is secure."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded heavily and patted Zhu Biao's hand.

"Notify the Ministry of Works to wrap all the true historical records in the underground vault in gold leaf and seal them." Zhu Yuanzhang's voice carried a magnanimous air of profound wisdom. "That child in the celestial canopy has brought honor to our Zhu family; we cannot allow future generations to be deceived by those barbarians again!"

Parallel Yongle Time and Space.

Zhu Di stood on the deck of the treasure ship. Zheng He's navy had already surrounded the bay area.

On the night sky, modern Japan is experiencing destruction. Before Zhu Di's eyes, the Ming Dynasty's Shenji Battalion cannons are unleashing a torrent of ammunition, blasting the Japanese spies, still living in the age of cold weapons, into fragments.

"Father!" Zhu Gaosui knelt on the deck. "Scouts report that all the hideouts on the island have been destroyed, and numerous caves inhabited by strange creatures have been discovered, all of which have been burned away with oil!"

"Keep burning!" Zhu Di drew his imperial sword, pointing at the thick smoke ahead. "The descendants in the heavens can use those flying iron ships to fight them, and I'll use the cannons of the Ming Dynasty! Two timelines, let's send these beasts to the afterlife together today!"

modern.

The cleanup operation on Earth lasted only seventy-two hours.

When ten million Terminators with overwhelming firepower were used in conjunction with space-based weapons to wipe out the enemy, their so-called chaebol mercenaries and high-tech weapons became nothing more than vulnerable toys.

North America's financial district was flattened by T-850s; the head of a family that controlled global capital and whose bloodline was considered alien, was hung on a Wall Street lamppost. Europe's ancient, secretive papacy was burned to the ground by plasma flames. The so-called foreign military bases surrounding China were reduced to scorched earth in the first wave of attacks.

The world is quiet now.

Zhu Dijun stood on the bridge of the main warship in near-Earth orbit. Beneath his feet was a single, massive piece of transparent reinforced glass, offering a completely unobstructed view. From here, Earth appeared as a stunningly beautiful, azure planet.

Those dark stains that once clung to it, those coordinates representing the lairs of the "Huayu" and other races, have all been erased from the holographic tactical map.

Clean and tidy.

"Master." Xihe's virtual projection appeared in the center of the bridge. "Seventeen thousand major high-risk targets worldwide have been physically destroyed. The remaining small fry are undergoing a final, thorough search. Cyberspace has been 100% taken over. The falsified historical database has been overwritten by the underlying logic, and the true history of China has been fully uploaded to global terminals."

Princess 50 and Princess 36 retracted their plasma blades and stood silently on either side of the bridge, like two emotionless statues of slaughter. Li Jiujiang, dressed in special operations gear, stood at the rear, clenching his fists as he looked down at the planet that had been reshuffled.

Zhu Dijun looked down at the blue planet beneath his feet.

Four hundred years of fabricated history, the blood and tears of countless ancestors. Suppressed technology, stolen time, and a spine broken by barbarians.

Under the correction of absolute violence, everything finally returned to normal. History is a little girl who can be dressed up as one pleases, but that's where cannons can't reach. When ten million war machines hold plasma cannons to the throats of the whole world, truth lies only on the edge of China's sword.

"Well done," Judy said calmly.

He turned and walked toward the metal throne behind the bridge, which belonged to the supreme commander.

"Send a final broadcast to all parallel universes of the Ming Dynasty."

Judy Jun sat on the throne, his fingers tapping on the metal armrests.

"Tell our ancestors. This land, the descendants of China, has been reclaimed."

The vast starry sky cast a massive shadow over Earth's orbit. A new era, devoid of outsiders and tampering, and absolutely dominated by Chinese civilization, was about to begin amidst this baptism of blood and fire.

(End of the book)