Chapter 314 Hephis's Return Gift
In the depths of the ocean, three "Seawolf-class" submarines are like silent monsters.
After completing the missile launch mission, they sank silently into the deep sea, waiting for new instructions.
The pressure of the sea water wrapped their figures tightly, as if they merged into the darkness.
"Report to the commander! Radar detected an unidentified object at a speed of 220 knots, rapidly approaching us. Request instructions!"
A non-commissioned officer in naval combat uniform stared nervously at the red dot on the radar screen.
A burly middle-aged man frowned after hearing the report.
Steve muttered to himself, "220 knots..."
Then he quickly walked to the radar screen, staring at the rapidly approaching red dot with sharp eyes.
"Jack, activate the sonar system immediately and confirm the identity of the unidentified object!"
Jack quickly operated the sonar system, and the waveform on the screen began to fluctuate violently.
A moment later, Jack's eyes widened as he heard feedback from the sonar system.
He said in disbelief: "The unidentified object is suspected... suspected..."
"What the hell?" Steve's voice was stern.
"It's a person, sir. The system's feedback is a person." Jack swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly.
Steve's frown deepened.
He is not like his soldiers who know nothing.
A large number of wizards gathered on the island they had just attacked.
They were sent to destroy.
The feedback from this sonar system is most likely from a wizard.
"How many people are there?"
Jack looked at Steve in surprise. He didn't expect that his superior would accept this fact so quickly.
He quickly responded, "Only one person."
"All personnel, enter combat status, lock on to the target, and prepare to launch torpedoes!" Steve's voice echoed in the submarine.
"Yes, sir!" Jack immediately conveyed the order to all officers and soldiers on the boat.
All were immediately ready in their places.
Hephis soon appeared right in front of the three submarines.
He had just stood still when three torpedoes were fired at him almost at the same time.
The torpedoes drew tracks of death in the dark sea.
Hephes had deliberately exposed his whereabouts.
The purpose is to let those wizards see the power of Muggle weapons again.
He smiled slightly, and gently clenched his palms. Three huge magical hands instantly grabbed the three torpedoes.
The torpedo kept struggling in the hands of magic, but was unable to break free.
As the magic hand squeezed, the delicate electronic components inside the torpedo turned into debris.
The deafening explosion echoed in the sea water, and the huge energy tore through the sea water, causing columns of water and bubbles.
The aftermath of the explosion lasted for a long time until the sea returned to calm.
The marines in the three submarines widened their eyes, unable to believe what they were seeing.
They didn't know why the torpedo exploded prematurely.
But the man was within thirty feet of the blast.
Their submarines were shaking constantly due to the aftermath of the explosion.
But the sonar showed that the man had not changed at all.
Steve also watched this scene, and his uneasiness grew stronger.
He shouted anxiously: "Retreat, retreat quickly!"
The officers and soldiers in the submarine immediately took action.
But it was too late.
A shrill alarm sounded inside the submarine, foreshadowing the impending disaster like a death knell.
"The game is over." Hephis snapped his fingers lightly.
Deep under the sea, three powerful forces converged to form three huge whirlpools, locking the submarine tightly.
Steve was extremely anxious and urged the Marines to escape at the top of his lungs.
But facing the magical power of Hephaestus, their struggle seemed so powerless.
Hephis did not destroy the submarine directly.
He wants to teach the United States a profound lesson, a shock that will be remembered forever.
He waved his arms, and golden and red halos appeared, surrounding the three submarines.
The submarine was instantly teleported from the bottom of the sea to the sky above New York City.
This unimaginable scene also left the Marines stunned.
Steve never thought in his life that he would be flying a submarine in the sky.
Suddenly, a strong feeling of weightlessness came over me, and the submarine began to fall rapidly from an altitude of ten thousand meters, heading straight for the surface of the earth.
Jack's face lost all color in an instant and turned as pale as paper.
His lips trembled slightly and he wanted to shout, but no sound came out.
His legs lost strength and he collapsed to the ground helplessly, his mind completely confused at this moment.
Panic quickly spread among the Marines and they began to scream, their voices filled with helplessness and despair.
Some, driven to extreme fear, made desperate attempts to escape the submarine through the hatches.
But they forgot that at an altitude of 10,000 meters, they had nowhere to escape without a parachute.
The cabin door was pushed open suddenly, and a strong cold wind rushed in instantly, cutting everyone's skin like a sharp blade.
Under this sky of death, they felt unprecedented fear.
Despair surged like a tide, drowning their consciousness bit by bit.
My vision began to blur and everything around me no longer seemed real.
It was as if they were in an absurd dream.
In the end, they could only fall back into the cabin helplessly.
Steve steadied himself with difficulty, his eyes refocusing on the screen in front of the console.
As the submarine fell, the ant-sized buildings on the screen continued to grow larger.
His pupils contracted violently. That was the Heptagon.
Three blinding streaks of fire streaked across the sky above New York.
The citizens looked up in horror and saw three huge black shadows approaching rapidly.
With a deafening sonic boom, it seemed as if the end of the world had come.
The first submarine hit the Heptagon like a meteorite.
The huge impact force tore off a corner of the building, and rubble and glass fragments fell like raindrops.
Flames shot up into the sky, dyeing half of the sky a terrifying orange-red.
As the missiles carried by the submarine exploded one after another.
The Heptagon, a once glorious building, is now reduced to a burning ruin.
Soon after, a second and third submarine crashed into other famous landmarks.
Each impact was accompanied by a heart-shaking roar and earth-shaking vibrations.
The entire city of New York seemed to have been hit by a huge bomb, and panic and chaos spread rapidly.
People screamed and ran in all directions, trying to escape this sudden disaster.
The sirens of fire trucks and ambulances sounded one after another, but in the face of such huge destructive power.
All rescue efforts seemed so insignificant.
"My friends in the United States, this is my return gift to you."
Hephis's voice echoed coldly in the air.
