This Is a War to Steal a Country!

The earth shook violently.

The Hammer of Archimedes, located underground in the center of the city, was suddenly activated.

The totem pole, engraved with Earth's Wrath Rune, slowly rose, powered by three Aixei Crystal, and then suddenly slammed into the base of the magical device with a violent force.

The violent energy surged and dissipated in all directions.

Under the control of the Olduvai Directional Polarity Magic Array provided by the Goth National Defense Department, this violent power was able to be released in a restrained manner. The array bound the area that was driving the mud waves and solidifying the soil into a cylindrical shape, preventing the bombardment of magical artifacts from affecting the buildings on the ground.

The powerful Magic Power of the earth constantly alters the hardness, humidity, and concentration of the underground mud environment, imprisoning, suffocating, and crushing the tunnel worms formed by locusts, thus preventing their burrowing activities.

"Famos Reverse Magnetic Flow Model activated."

Horus's report came through the earpiece.

The results of the Goth National Civil Engineering Corps were deployed underground in Comora. The properties of the flowing soil were temporarily altered, and blazing electric currents surged and coiled around the locusts. The relevant elemental parameters had been precisely adjusted. These were data records personally written by the previous Phoenix King Malegith, originating from ancient times and specifically designed for the optimal magic resistance parameters against the Grewind Swarm.

"Big Bob!"

The swarms of insects occupying the skies above Moyani are becoming increasingly agitated and ferocious, a testament to the unease and rage of the higher consciousness controlling them. The underground attack has been crushed.

This means the enemy was prepared... and may have been even more prepared.

The Grewind Swarm roared.

The locusts formed a vast and powerful array of shapes. The swarms of locusts, weighing hundreds of thousands of tons, were terrifying in terms of sheer mass. They formed twisted and chaotic human bodies, or faceless beasts, long snakes with multiple heads, and swirling, ever-changing floating spheres—all extensions of Big Bob's will.

The resonant hum of the wings sounded like the shrill roar of a ghost.

A scene resembling the end of the world unfolded as bizarre, distorted, and gigantic beasts rose from the ground. The low-lying city of Moyani, surrounded by them, resembled a plate laden with delicacies. The humans, as weak as ants, were helpless and terrified. But the sacred veil of the heavens shrouded the city, shielding it from the devourers' covetousness.

Amidst the chaotic dance of the unwilling demons, a small yet radiant figure stood atop the sacred barrier, spreading its wings of light and drawing its sword against the malevolent power. Its magnificent brilliance pierced through the dense swarm of insects, ensuring that those watching and praying could always see its light.

The people in the city watched all of this in silence.

Regardless of status, whether poor or rich, official or commoner, in the face of such terror, external forces can no longer grant any privileges; everyone can only pray and wait quietly.

This even included those extraordinary individuals from various countries who had a very poor first impression of Kang De.

The city that was saved.

Terrifying disasters from the outside world.

The scene depicting Kang De confronting Big Bob's swarm avatar.

Blooming wings of light, distorted forms, light and darkness, good and evil, order and chaos, justice and wickedness—all were so clearly distinguished in this scene before our eyes.

"My God," one of the extraordinary beings exclaimed, "What have the France done...?"

"Clearly, they made a deal with the devil, blinded by his whispers and enticements. I knew they would mess this up; they've been doing this kind of thing all along."

The Britain nearby took the opportunity to speak ill of the France, starting with the invasion of Gambia and exposing all the stupid things the Fr*nce governments had done.

The extraordinary individuals, standing in three rows in the center of Moyani, with their hands tucked into their trouser seams and aligned front, back, left, and right, listened intently. After all, Kang De had only told them to stand here; he hadn't said they weren't allowed to whisper.

This excessively neat military posture also stemmed from the obsessive-compulsive professional habits of the China instructors standing nearby.

The wind direction is changing rapidly.

On the way to Comora by plane, people were mocking Kang De's arrogance and cursing the China man for causing trouble, making everyone go on a mission to such a remote, poor, and dangerous place. But now, people's tone has changed, and everyone has started cursing the France.

The instructors, who were also watching the game, listened intently to their conversation, a cold smile playing on their lips.

Sure enough, Westerners are human too. They're not much more civilized or tougher. They're easily swayed, bully the weak and fear the strong. They're just like that. Not even a single black king has any guts.

Above the sky, Kang De's wings of light extended behind him, radiating brilliant holy light.

Despite the terrifying monsters surrounding him, a smile still lingered on his lips.

"Ancient Chinese military strategy says, 'Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle.' You think you understand me, but I don't understand you; I think I understand you, but you don't understand me. Now, let's talk about it—"

"Who is right after all!"

Big Bob responded with action.

The twisted human body leaned over its massive frame, waving arms made of locusts. The arms twisted and extended, with countless densely packed locusts crawling and leaping, their palms opening their enormous mouths to devour Kang De.

The beast raised its head, the sphere opened, and a twisted, malevolent force surrounded it from all directions.

Kang De opened his right hand, palm facing upwards.

The intense light, like a spear, stretched for thousands of feet, shooting straight into the sky.

In an instant, a deafening rumble came from afar, and the sky darkened dramatically. Dark clouds rolled in at an unimaginable speed, appearing in a single line from south to north.

Lightning flashed, and electric dragons surged through the clouds.

Lightning has been summoned!

"Report! A lightning storm has occurred!"

Military satellites from all major global powers have been pointed at this location. Employees from various intelligence agencies and experts from related fields have been urgently summoned and gathered in the intelligence halls of various countries. They are calculating, exchanging ideas, observing, and inferring. The world's brightest minds are colliding with sparks of thought, and an unbelievable scene is unfolding once again.

"Okay... at least manipulating natural forces is more acceptable than that kind of protective shield."

Some experts shook their heads and smiled wryly.

Strange phenomena are occurring all over the world, with people suddenly awakening to some mysterious supernatural power. These phenomena mainly fall into two categories. One category involves sensing the energy and phenomena of nature, such as frost, Flame, air currents, communicating with plants, and controlling changes in water. It is as if they have built a bridge of communication with the chaotic and vast nature.

And the ability to control lightning is certainly included.

Only...

That's an exaggeration.

Research departments in various countries have proposed using this ability as an auxiliary human battery to charge small railguns and then fire needle-shaped bullets. Even this plan is very conservative, for fear that a superhuman might suddenly have a flash of inspiration, causing the ability to grow out of control.

Under this line of thinking, superhumans with lightning abilities are closely controlled and guided to enhance their abilities along a "safe route" designed by the government. The strongest among them can only effectively strike a single target at close to medium range with strong electric currents, which is not even as effective as a railgun. Once superhumans realize this, they naturally train their energy intensity rather than the breadth of their manipulation.

--And here we've already gained control over celestial phenomena!

The impact of Kang De's repeated performances on various countries is truly difficult to describe in words.

Its impact on the future will inevitably be extremely profound.

They no longer need to worry about preventing superhumans from growing too powerful and becoming uncontrollable.

The question now is, who will control Kang De?

An eerie silence, an eerie atmosphere, awkwardness, embarrassment, panic, unease.

What followed was a tense discussion, filled with shouts, roars, and proposals, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Inside the White House in United States, the voice of someone slamming their fist on the table echoed once more, "What are you all afraid of? What the hell? Did you wet your pants? Let me, the president, tell you shit-eating bureaucrats something!"

"From the 1990s to now, the America experiences an average of more than a dozen Category 4 to 5 hurricanes every year! A single severe hurricane can wipe out tens of billions of dollars in assets and wreak havoc on more than a dozen states! Now open your tearful eyes wide and look at this shitty satellite imagery. If that doesn't work, ask those sons of bitches of an expert and tell me, how much smaller is a thunderstorm of this scale than one that blows from Earth?"

The president's voice was powerful and resonant, almost reaching the ceiling. "And don't you all know about the law of conservation of energy? If he can spew these thunderstorms around like spitting, then we might as well propose at the United Nations the establishment of a unified human nation and make him the world's leader!"

After silencing the officials with his scathing remarks, he cursed, "Shit! The France have messed up again!"

Meanwhile, Moyani's lightning bolts were already surging down.

Its brilliance never fades.

The world, once obscured by the swarm of insects, blazed with intense light again. Lightning surged incessantly, bright bolts of electricity illuminating everything, bombarding and cleaving away the swarming insects like a heated knife cutting through butter. This was a well-prepared war. The exact magic resistance parameters of the Grey Wind Locust had been thoroughly studied during the wars waged by the Fire Thief hundreds of years ago. Modern Goth mages only needed to adjust their spell models according to these parameters... to achieve maximum results.

Weakness, low temperature.

Dark clouds billowed, frost chilled to the bone, and Blizzard raged, sealing off the insects' ability to move and interfering with the locusts' functions. Since the target was only a single, extremely weak insect, the power of the spell model was greatly reduced, replaced by sufficient wide-area attacks and duration.

Weakness: Thunder.

Lightning flashed, moving among each locust, burning, destroying, and annihilating it.

The superhumans watching the battle were no longer moved. Compared to the terrifying thunderstorm with its churning dark clouds and lightning, the scene of the north wind blowing and snowflakes falling was nothing.

As they watched the lightning sweep across the land and the Blizzard rage, the holy light shone as always, leaping and soaring amidst the disintegration of grotesque forms and the vanishing of demons. Everyone knew that the outcome was decided.

"Big Bob! Do you see that? Everything you rely on, everything you possess, everything you acquire is worthless. Why am I standing before you? Why are we enemies? Blame your son! If he hadn't kidnapped my father, none of this would have happened! Your son sowed the seeds of his own death and sowed the seeds of your downfall. That's cause and effect—who could have foreseen this beforehand!"

He shouted sternly, "Do you foresee your own defeat and demise?"

Big Bob's voice reverberated in all directions.

"This power... is it the energy contained within Tacitus!? Kang De, you have stolen what belongs to me! Give it back to me! You have no idea how to wield its true power!"

Anxiety and rage had taken over his reason.

Perhaps now, the France mercenary known as Big Bob Buruo can no longer be called a human being.

Kang De gave a cold laugh. His figure passed through the portal of space and arrived underground. In an instant, Horus transformed into armor, protecting his shoulders and back. The next moment, Kang De returned to the sky.

Beneath the outer shell, the Transformers activated at full power. The concealment and power-masking items obtained from Lily not only suppressed the Dragon Might's aura but also concealed the power fluctuations of Tacitus. At this moment, the seal was broken, and the power of the ancient relics of Comora was released unrestrained!

"--Then come and get it!"

With his plan thwarted, Kang De displayed unimaginable power, crushing his proud swarm offensive one by one. Victory seemed impossible, but his desire for Tacitus was stronger than ever. Under Kang De's relentless attacks, Big Bob had lost his composure.

The aura of Tacitus was the final trump card that overwhelmed reason.

In an instant, the swarm of locusts surged wildly, driven not only by the instincts of locusts but also by the will of Big Bob. Breaking through the blockade of the Blizzard and the prison of lightning, the surviving locusts rose up and gathered together, transforming into an enormous serpent that charged fiercely toward Kang De!

"Give me--"

The entire world was filled with Big Bob's mad roars.

A vast amount of spiritual energy intertwined and resonated among the locusts, and it was now extremely clear.

A fiery will surged forth.

I could feel it.

Kang De gripped the Dragon Might Crystal on his chest. The power of the Fire Thief was re -Extraction from the crystal, and the pure spiritual power, under the control of Dragon Language Magic, became an extension of his soul. Kang De's soul roared like a dragon, Dragon Might transformed into a sharp spear, fiercely hurled at the enemy!

Syllables, spiritual vibrations, the unity of matter and spirit—this is the mystery of Dragon Language.

The vast dragon roared proudly, shaking heaven and earth.

A deafening explosion.

Thunder roared, a low growl echoed, and the deafening roar of the heavens and earth was drowned out by the melodious dragon's cry. The powerful force tore apart the boundaries between matter and space, piercing the consciousness of the locusts' nest like a sharp sword. Through the spiritual connections built by each locust, it traversed, shattered, roared, and annihilated countless individuals.

Big Bob's pitiful and painful screams grew increasingly agonizing.

Under this terrifying power, the lowly locusts chose to submit. They yielded to the spiritual pressure of the chosen race of the previous era, and the consciousness of the mother nest was also weakened and eliminated under the offensive. The locusts, out of control, fell and collapsed like souls, crashing to the ground.

In an instant, the swarm of insects that had once blotted out the sky vanished without a sound.

Without their obstruction, the sunlight shone down again. It was already evening, and the afterglow of the setting sun was beautiful. In the eyes of the survivors, the sunset could be just as beautiful.

For a moment, the world fell silent, and the Shadow that had shrouded Moyani had receded.

The insect plague is over.

Kang De gazed at the setting sun and slowly exhaled.

Horus asked, "Is it over?"

Kang De rolled his eyes. "End my chicken dinner? I haven't even finished them off, looted the corpse, looted the gear, raided the enemy's base, or paid reparations to the France?"

This Iron Son is still too young.

They still haven't figured out the joy of fighting.

He turned and swooped down, passing through the city from the sacred curtain and landing on the ground. The extraordinary beings stood in three rows, and seeing him descend from the sky, they all straightened their backs, regardless of gender, skin color, or nationality.

They looked like they were being inspected.

Indeed, even though we don't speak the same language or have different cultures, we are all human beings after all.

They all agree on an internationally accepted method of communication.

"Good standing," Kang De said to the instructor. "Keep an eye on them; this isn't over yet."

--No, it's over.

The same thought arose in the minds of those extraordinary individuals who could understand Kang De's words.

Having witnessed all of this, and after Big Bob's complete defeat, even the Fr*nce government, which remained an enemy of Kang De, should have considered how to mend relations and compensate for the losses.

Admitting defeat is nothing to be ashamed of.

This matter is probably settled now.

Before the instructor could say anything, Kang De stormed off.

It flew towards the China Embassy.

"The shrine will remain open for a while—are you sure no one can dig it in?"

"Don't worry, Father. It's very deep. Even a professional construction team can't handle it in a short time. After all, you've been through it yourself. The underground isn't made up of thick, solid soil, but rather flowing mud and loose rocks. Furthermore, all the sacred artifacts are bound to your ring. Anyone who touches them will inevitably react."

That's good.

Let this beautiful misunderstanding continue.

He returned to the embassy, where the man with the buzz cut had obediently hidden to the side, not daring to show his face.

The short-haired girl didn't run away, but her eyes were extremely uneasy.

She seemed to want to ask something, but in the end she just sighed and said, "No wonder you wanted to go abroad."

Kang De glanced at the bag at her feet, which was stuffed with a lot of equipment.

The short-haired girl said, "Please excuse us, we... sigh..."

She didn't know what to say... She too was a superhuman cultivated using similar principles.

Kang De stroked his chin. "No, I'm also quite interested in your ideas and tactics. Perhaps we can exchange ideas and collaborate sometime..."

The other person's eyes lit up slightly, then they lowered their gaze.

Upon entering the embassy, they first went to their father's place, which Kang Jinzhu had been staying in, in a heavily guarded basement.

"Congratulations, you missed a true 3D blockbuster that blows Hollywood's top special effects teams out of the water. But someone definitely filmed it, so just appreciate my power through other people's stories and comparisons."

"Roll."

Kang De gently hugged his father and said, "Get ready, it's time to go home."

Comora is no longer safe. Parents returning home would bring peace of mind to anyone.

Whoever it is.

"It's over?"

"It's almost over, I'm going to loot the corpse."

"Don't crash."

"Every time we play online games, you're the one who always messes up and lets us down."

On the third floor, the ambassador was unsure what expression to wear.

"You..." he said with a wry smile, "I was really, really, really scared."

Kang De nodded to the other person and then looked at the king sitting to the side.

He wasn't seriously injured, just had some bruises on his neck from being choked, but the mental exhaustion and shock were undeniable. At that moment, he just stared at Kang De, unsure of what to say.

What he and Comora owe each other is something they can probably never repay in their lifetime.

"What are you looking at?"

Kang De rolled his eyes and said, "You've rested enough, get up and get to work. There's a mess waiting for you to clean up—and the great Chakat II, be prepared to wear another crown."

The king asked in confusion, "Huh?"

"I mean, prepare to take over the Gambia regime," Kang De said. "I will go to Gambia to hunt down Big Bob. Zhuerban has been ravaged by locusts; everyone from the king to government officials to civilians has disappeared. You, as a victim of invasion and with the right to inherit the throne, it is time to unify this country divided by England and France—be prepared."

After he finished speaking, he was about to leave when he stopped by the door and said, "Thank you for trusting me."

Then he strode away.

The phone rang again; it was Qin Mengjin's voice. Her tone held an ambiguous meaning; everything was different, and she hadn't yet adjusted to the change.

"The France are here again," she said, then burst out laughing. "I feel a little... sorry for them."

Kang De shrugged. "They've probably been used to this kind of thing for a long time anyway."

Miss Qin asked, "They want to talk to you... What are you doing?"

"I'm going to finish him off, kill Big Bob."

Kang De looked westward. "And... conquer the entire territory of Gambia!"

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PS1: Did you think it would be 4,000 words today? Wrong, it's 5,500 words!