Chapter 1189 A 300-megaton nuclear explosion!
"Sir... the Yokota base has finally confirmed... the incoming attack... the possibility of carrying a nuclear missile is more than 90%..."
(Gentlemen... Yokota Air Base has finally confirmed... the incoming missile... has a greater than 90% chance of carrying a nuclear warhead...)
Just then, a pale-faced technical officer responsible for liaising with Yokota Base turned around and reported in a dry voice.
Upon hearing this, the monitoring room fell into an instant silence.
Nuclear warheads...more than 90% probability...
Although we were mentally prepared, when this chilling probability was confirmed again, a deeper chill still crept up everyone's spine.
They may not worry about the mobs on the ground, but they cannot help but fear the impending destruction from the heavens above.
The prince closed his eyes, his fingers unconsciously twirling the rosary beads, whether in prayer or to calm the turmoil in his heart, it was unclear.
Sato Shigenobu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the tremor in his heart, his gaze turning fierce again:
"よし! ならば长上だ! I'm 々は生き Yanびねばならない! この神国の kind火を极やしてはならぬ!"
(Good! That's even more so! We must survive! We must never let the flame of my God's Kingdom go out!)
"あの騒动など, 译 ice by a dead flower by a maniac)!"
(Those disturbances were nothing more than a fleeting, desperate struggle!)
They turned their attention back to the monitor screen. The blood and chaos on the ground now seemed to them like a cruel and brief drama that had nothing to do with them.
They huddled in this absolutely safe metal fortress, filled with fear, anger, disdain, and a twisted expectation, awaiting the final judgment that would decide their fate and utterly annihilate everything on earth, whether loyalty or betrayal, oppression or resistance.
.........
On the ground, the bloody riots continued.
Roars, gunshots, the crackling of burning metal, and piercing air raid sirens mingled together, creating a chaotic symphony of doomsday.
The crowd surged and surged like boiling magma in the narrow alleys and open areas, engaging in a brutal battle with the remaining control troops.
Maintenance worker Matsumoto had just pierced a soldier's throat with an iron rod, hot blood splattering on his contorted face. He was panting heavily, looking towards the direction of "Thousand Cranes' Nest," his eyes burning with the flames of revenge.
Haruko Ishida was directing a group of people to try to use the explosives they had found to blow up a roadblock leading to the inner area.
Just as this chaos reached its peak—
"お, おい... Sora, Sora を见ろ!!"
(Hey...hey! Sky! Look at the sky!!)
A near-voice-breaking scream, filled with extreme terror, abruptly drowned out all the noise, coming from a certain direction.
The sound was so piercing that people in the midst of the battle involuntarily paused, instinctively looking in the direction of the sound, or looking up at the sky obscured by gloom and smoke.
Above the somber sky, a dazzling trail, trailing a long, blazing white flame, moved at a speed beyond mortal comprehension. Like a fragment of the sun falling in mythology, or a thunderous spear hurled by Death, it hurtled towards the northeast with an unwavering resolve to destroy everything.
The former heart of Kyoto city has fallen into a mad dash!
Its light was so intense that it temporarily overshadowed all the firelight on the ground, illuminating countless upturned faces, stained with blood and sweat, in a deathly pale light.
Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at this moment.
Everyone who witnessed this scene, whether they were crazed rioters or stubbornly resisting soldiers, froze in their tracks.
Their pupils reflected the ever-approaching, ever-brighter light of death.
"Na...なんだあれは...?" (Then...what is that...?)
Someone muttered to themselves, their madness replaced by a more primal fear of the unknown behemoth.
"It fell down...!"
The next second—
No sound.
Or rather, in the very first instant, sound was robbed of its existence by extreme light and heat that exceeded the limits of human sensory endurance!
It was a pure, extreme white that transcended the limits of human visual perception!
On the original site in the distant city of Kyoto, a pure white sphere of light appeared, more dazzling than a thousand suns!
In that instant, everything in their field of vision vanished—whether it was the rebels and the ruling forces engaged in a bloody battle, the civilians huddled in shacks waiting to die in despair, the dignitaries staring intently at the monitors in the underground shelters, or even the zombies and mutated creatures wandering and howling among the ruins.
It was not darkness, but was replaced by an absolute light so powerful that it erased all color and shape!
This light did not come from any particular direction; it filled every inch of space between heaven and earth, as if it were the first Big Bang at the beginning of the universe, bursting forth from the inside, from the outside, and from the gaps between every atom!
A brand new "sun" has been forcibly ignited!
At the impact point of the Dongfeng-41 intercontinental ballistic missile, the temperature soars to tens of millions of degrees Celsius within microseconds, which is many times hotter than the surface of the real sun!
The ion fireball expanded wildly to a diameter of over one kilometer the instant it was born, greedily devouring everything around it—air, dust, water vapor, and even light itself.
The fireball displayed a terrifying color that defied description, somewhere between incandescent white and pale gold. Its surface churned and roared due to the unimaginable release of intense energy, radiating light radiation dozens of times stronger than the midday sun!
"あっ...! 目が...!" (Ah...! My eyes...!)
A rebel soldier charging into battle felt an indescribable pain in his eyes, as if a red-hot iron rod had been plunged into them. His vision was instantly replaced by a murky milky white and blood red. He covered his face and let out a shrill scream, but his voice was quickly swallowed up by an even louder roar.
That blinding light brought not holiness, but the most primal terror and pain.
For the countless lives in the Kyoto community who either look up or are simply exposed to the outside world, this light is a karmic fire that scorches their souls.
Following the light radiation comes a violent tearing apart at the physical level.
First came a brief, almost imperceptible, eerie low pressure that contracted inward, as if the whole world were gasping for breath.
Immediately afterwards——
BOOOOOOOOOOOM————————! ! ! ! ! !
It was like billions of thunderbolts exploding overhead at once! Or like the entire planet groaning in pain!
This sound did not come from one direction, but rather burst forth simultaneously from all directions, from the sky, from the earth, and from the very marrow of every person!
It surpasses the limits of human hearing, transforming into a pure, destructive pressure that slams hard onto the eardrums, chest cavity, and every inch of the earth!
The next second, from the epicenter, a shockwave ring, visible to the naked eye and solid as a white wall, spread wildly in all directions at supersonic speed!
Wherever it passed, the already dilapidated city ruins were further crushed and flattened!
The taller building ruins collapsed with a deafening roar, turning into dust, as if struck by an invisible giant hammer! The smoke and dust, carried by the shockwave, formed a wall of death mixed with rubble, debris, and flames, advancing forward!
A terrifying pulse of thermal radiation spread outwards at the speed of light!
On the edge of the Kyoto gathering place, those people who were looking up at the sky did not even have time to react before their skin facing the direction of the explosion felt an unimaginable burning pain!
Their clothes began to smoke and carbonize within a fraction of a second, and their exposed skin instantly blistered, charred, and even burst into flames, as if thrown into a steel furnace!
