Chapter 1180 The Terrifying Dark Ruler

When the seawater comes into contact with the flame, it instantly evaporates into a large amount of water vapor, forming a hazy fog area. This is both a physical vaporization phenomenon and a chemical oxidation-reduction reaction.

The salt in the seawater precipitates at high temperatures, forming a thin layer of salt mist, which adds a bit of mystery and unpredictability to the disaster.

Boom boom boom --

With a series of deafening explosions, the three warships suddenly collided into a ball as if controlled by an invisible giant hand, and the scene was thrilling.

These warships, including a Burke-class destroyer and two frigates, were originally performing different tasks at sea, but their fates were connected by the sudden disaster.

The source of the explosion may be the ammunition depot on the warship being hit, or the explosion caused by the out-of-control reactor.

Under the terrifying impact force comparable to that of a 10,000-ton forging machine, the hull of the warship was like a fragile paper shell, which was ruthlessly crushed and squeezed together, and finally formed an indivisible whole.

The Burke-class destroyer, a steel behemoth that once sailed proudly on the sea, is now in pieces, and its original shape is almost unrecognizable.

The armored steel plates on the hull were torn into irregular pieces, like a metal target plate hit hard by a giant hammer, covered with cracks and dents.

The structure inside the hull was also completely destroyed, the partitions between the cabins were torn, the pipelines were broken, and the oil and seawater were mixed together, forming a chaotic liquid world.

At the moment of the warship collision, the energy generated was equivalent to the power of thousands of tons of TNT explosives, enough to cause a small earthquake on the seabed.

The huge impact force caused the seawater under the warship to be compressed instantly, forming a high-pressure water wall, which then quickly spread out, forming a circle of water waves spreading outward.

These water waves overlapped with the surrounding waves, producing complex interference phenomena and forming spectacular whirlpools.

The water flow in the center of the whirlpool was extremely fast, as if it was sucking everything around it into it, while the edge was relatively calm, forming a strange visual contrast.

When the warships began to sink, their weight caused the surrounding seawater to produce a significant downwelling current, which formed a low-pressure area on the seabed, attracting more seawater to flow in.

As the warships gradually sank to the bottom of the sea, the mud and gravel they brought with them also settled, forming a thick layer of sediment.

Finally, when all the kinetic energy was exhausted, the three warships sank unwillingly into the depths of the sea, leaving only circles of gradually dissipating ripples and the pungent smell of burnt steel in the air as proof of their existence.

In this sea shrouded in chaos and destruction, the sky seemed to be pressed extremely low by heavy leaden clouds, and the waves became wild and unruly under the drive of the storm, hitting the broken warships again and again, making a deafening sound.

The distant horizon was covered by thick black smoke, which was the destructive trace brought by Gatanjea, this powerful existence.

All the people who witnessed this, whether they were bystanders standing on observation ships far away from the battlefield and watching the tragic scene through telescopes, or survivors who experienced this catastrophe in person and wandered on the edge of life and death, their hearts were deeply shocked by this sudden disaster and fell into an unprecedented state of dullness.

Their eyes were empty and blurred, as if their souls were ruthlessly extracted at this moment, leaving only empty shells, trembling helplessly in this cold and cruel world.

The sea breeze blew with a salty and humid breath, but it could not blow away the dead silence and despair on their faces.

In this dead silence, only the roar of the waves and the occasional explosions in the distance reminded people that the war was still going on and the hope of survival was still swaying in the weak candlelight.

"Launch!"

At this moment of despair and chaos, the commander of the American fleet, a middle-aged man with a firm face but unable to hide his fatigue, issued an order to counterattack.

As the order was issued, expensive cruise missiles whizzed out from the launch nests of the ships, like arrows of revenge thrown by the angry god himself.

They drew brilliant and deadly tracks in the night sky, cutting through the sky, and heading straight for the giant not far away - Gatanjea with the breath of death.

These missiles were originally designed to hit targets hundreds, thousands or even tens of thousands of kilometers away, but now they are launched at a "close-to-the-face" distance that can almost touch the enemy's body, which far exceeds the expectations and imagination of the designers.

However, in the face of such a desperate situation, any hesitation is a luxury.

Not launching means waiting to die, waiting for death; launching, even if there is little hope, is always better than waiting in despair.

In the face of such a choice, no matter who it is, they will make a decision without hesitation.

The whistling sound of the missiles and the rapid breathing of the crew members intertwined, forming a tragic prelude.

"Prepare for impact--"

The commander's voice sounded again.

All the crew members acted quickly, and they grabbed any object that could fix themselves, whether it was a handrail, a railing or a seat, which became their life-saving straw in this impending disaster.

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Their faces were full of tension and fear, but more of a desire to survive.

Boom! ! ! ! !

The missile hit Gatanjea, and at that moment, the whole world seemed to be lit up.

The fireball produced by the explosion reached a diameter of 100 meters, like a small sun falling to the earth, releasing dazzling light, instantly illuminating the entire sea area.

The terrifying high temperature, particle flow and shock wave were like a violent beast, wreaking havoc on everything around.

The waves were lifted tens of meters high by this force, turning into a monstrous wall of water, and then slammed back into the sea, stirring up layers of huge waves.

The warship shook violently under the shock wave of the explosion, like a leaf struggling in a storm.

The ship, which had not yet escaped far, suffered heavy damage. The tilted hull formed a terrifying 45-degree angle with the sea surface, as if it would capsize at any time.

The American Navy on the ship faced an unprecedented crisis. They were thrown out by the sudden force, like dolls thrown at will by invisible big hands, rolling and colliding violently in the narrow cabin.

The crisp sound of broken bones, desperate cries and the sound of twisted metal intertwined together, forming a picture of hell on earth.

When everything finally calmed down, when the raging storm and flames gradually dissipated, when the warship barely managed to stabilize itself in the waves, the survivors fell onto the cold, slippery deck, their faces and bodies covered with scars and blood, many of them had lost their lives and turned into cold corpses.

Their expressions were frozen in the fear and unwillingness of that moment, as if they were telling of their desire for life and their helplessness in the face of death.