You Fucking Come and Fight Me!

"Mr. President."

In the military intelligence room, the Department of Defense's voice carried an air of exhilaration.

"You are about to witness the largest naval and air attack in America history," he emphasized. "Never before, far exceeding the Gulf War and Operation Desert Fox... and the highest density of fire per unit time, targeting the same objective in a confined area—you have never seen anything so spectacular."

The America's spirit seemed to be ignited.

Isn't that true for everyone?

From the generals and staff issuing orders at the Pentagon to the naval and air force soldiers carrying out orders on the front lines, everyone was full of fighting spirit and vowed to make this war a lifelong honor.

What a just and glorious battle this was!

Their enemies are no longer certain Middle East countries fabricated against them, nor do they need to use white phosphorus bombs and cruise missiles to "additionally harm" some women, children, and the elderly. They don't need to run to the other side of the earth to bomb some people's homes into ruins, nor do they need to endure the criticism and scorn of their foolish domestic population. The righteousness of this war is beyond doubt. They are fighting against inhuman, terrifying behemoths outside their own borders.

Is there any military achievement cleaner than this?

Aside from a few brainless extreme environmentalists and animal rights activists, no one would criticize it.

Upon thinking of this, even the Department of Defense was overjoyed and excited. He, who had been temporarily promoted, had actually stumbled upon such a good thing. This was a real achievement and qualification.

He went on to emphasize, "Mr. President, you have certainly never seen such a salvo of missiles..."

The president glanced at the screen and casually waved his hand. "No, I've seen it before. It's one of the X-Men. On the beach, Magneto, that beach boy, blocked the missiles and shells of the American and Soviet fleets..."

The defense minister's face darkened.

This president is absolutely adept at dampening other people's enthusiasm.

The giant screen was divided into two areas: one side showed the behemoth advancing proudly, and the other side showed the aircraft carrier battle group sailing on the blue sea. The majestic warships trailed white waves, and the aerial view from above did not diminish their imposing presence. Without a doubt, this was the most powerful naval force on Earth.

Looking at his fleet, A Chuan suddenly said, "I will give the order to fire."

The defense minister thought for a moment, "... That's your authority, sir."

"Is everything being filmed? Including the missile salvo and the sound of me giving orders." After saying this, Chuanbao shouted, "Photographer! Photographer!"

The defense minister asked in surprise, "Mr. President?"

The president then said, "Now go and contact the fleet commander. When he orders the ships to open fire, remember to shout 'For Trump! For United States!' That's an order!"

"..."

Five minutes later, the Commander of the Pacific Ocean Fleet, aboard the carrier battle group flagship Chancellorsville, issued combat orders to all combat units.

"Alright, all combat personnel, all fleet members, now I will brief you on the situation. We are facing an unknown enemy, whose origins and capabilities we know nothing about. But the only thing I know is that we are here to defend our home, our families, and our country! We will be here to demonstrate the courage and power of the America Navy! Go—NAVY!"

"Hurrah!"

All the American Empire soldiers who heard the commander's speech on the radio responded in unison. The piercing battle alarm rang throughout the sea. This modern fleet had entered combat readiness. Radio waves roared through the air, and personnel moved about busily. Soldiers were like cogs in a machine, connected together, each holding their post. Thus, the terrifying war machine began to rumble, and launch orders were issued layer by layer, down to every single warship.

Countdown begins.

10, 9, 8, 7...

The MK 41 Vertical Launching System covers of Arleigh Burke class destroyers and Ticonderoga class cruisers are opened.

6, 5, 4, 3...

The M141 Harpoon Missile Launcher is pointed into the sky.

II. One!

Intense flames erupted from the launch unit of the vertical launch system. The missile engine's thrust quickly reached the critical point, the limiter was released, and the tail seal bloomed like petals under the impact of the exhaust gas flow. A huge amount of combustion gas was discharged to the deck surface through the vertical exhaust duct, forming large plumes of white smoke.

Amidst the rising smoke and clouds, a cruise missile, over six meters long, slowly ascended, broke through the primary sealing shield, and leaped out of the launch compartment. The killing weapon, weighing nearly 1,500 kilograms, swayed with brilliant flames as it rose into the sky, gliding towards the distant horizon like a shooting star.

The launch hatch closed, and another door of destruction slowly opened. The launch system continued to issue commands, and amidst the intense smoke and flames, cruise missiles roared into the sky.

Beneath the vast sky and on the azure sea, the US fleet, arrayed in battle formation, launched its attack.

Seven warships were continuously enveloped in white exhaust streams, with streaks of flame shooting into the sky. After the Tomahawk missile reached their maximum altitude, they descended to cruising altitude under the control of the altimeter and servo mechanism. The turbine propulsion continued to erupt, and the high-subsonic missiles entered cruise mode, passing through the blue sky and the azure sea, roaring forward along the surging waves, preparing to enter the terminal attack phase.

The flying Tomahawk, some high and some low, along with the Harpoon soaring into the sky, shrouded the azure sky. Above the sea, endless white shadows flew in from all directions. This unprecedented joint attack was aimed at an unprecedented enemy. Everyone was waiting to make a name for themselves in this battle.

At the Pentagon, intelligence experts and staff members in the intelligence room watch the real-time feedback on the strike route map.

They were keeping a close eye on the "Kraken," Leviathan, which was its true codename. They were looking forward to this successful attack and had been planning for it for a long time.

"Dense salvo, continuous attack, multi-stage attack... The missile swarm's attack missions have been assigned. We need to test how that energy shield works, reach its limits, and shatter its shield!"

In the pitch-black command center, where only the lights of various instruments and screens flicker, soldiers are busy relaying orders and intelligence, while generals stare at the large screens without uttering a word.

"Situation detected!" an intelligence officer shouted. "Leviathan deploys its shields!"

The generals were horrified and deeply moved.

Because in the missile trajectory map, the joint strike from naval and air forces was far from arriving.

What's going on?

"General, it's obvious that our enemy can sense approaching danger in some way, perhaps through some kind of highly sensitive organ, or perhaps through a mechanism we don't understand."

"--It doesn't matter, we'll capture it anyway!"

Unfortunately, Pentagon military experts, biologists, and occultists racked their brains but couldn't figure out what the real nature of this colossal, superhuman Kraken was.

What lies hidden beneath its body, which stretches for several kilometers and has an unidentified, withered-wood-like exterior, is not a powerful intuition or predatory instinct capable of sensing danger.

Instead, it is the 1850 Early Warning Radar System and the EMPAR Europe multi-function phased array radar.

This passive phased array radar, which had to be manufactured as a single array due to cost issues, was extremely ineffective at intercepting anti-ship missiles. It was so ineffective that even with its best efforts, it could not withstand the dense barrage of so many anti-ship missiles. Fortunately, the system responsible for intercepting these Harpoon and Tomahawk was not the even more ineffective Aster air defense missile, but the Kang De brand "your anti-ship missiles are pretty good" phased array system.

Phased array radar, on the other hand, only needs to detect the target.

With a detection range of 180 kilometers, assisted by Horus, Kang De was well prepared.

Faced with a combined attack from hundreds of missiles, Kang De had only one thought in his mind.

Grateful.

Thank you United States Navy; thank you, Pentagon; thank you United States Congress.

We thank them for upholding tradition, staying true to their original aspirations, embodying the spirit of craftsmanship, cultivating expertise meticulously, seeking stability while maintaining the established methods, and steadfastly adhering to the subsonic anti-ship missile for fifty years.

Yes.

The American Empire's long-standing signature weapons, whether it's the Tomahawk or the Harpoon—

They are all subsonic weapons.

Russia's Zircon missile has broken through to an absurd speed of Mach 8, and China's YJ-18 has also reached Mach 4 in the terminal phase. The American Empire still insists on the idea of subsonic penetration of anti-ship missiles - no matter how reasonable or theoretically justified this choice may be, at least for now, this is a major advantage for Kang De.

Low-altitude subsonic missile.

Theoretically, an AK47 could intercept it—of course, this is just a theoretical guess and might work.

If it were Zircon missile traveling at Mach 8, Kang De might not have been able to react in time.

The shouts of Iron Son rang in my ears.

"Yin--Kamin--"

Kang De placed his hands on the bridge panel.

His mental energy instantly spread and merged perfectly with the Paradox Element that filled the ship. His mental power wandered within the Paradox Element, even reaching every corner of the warship and the massive shields several kilometers in diameter—he was ready.

"--Hit!"

In the Pentagon's operations room, reports of missile hits continued to pour in. Under the watchful eyes of the generals, cruise missiles, whether attacking from above or skimming the sea, bombarded the purple, malevolent shield from all directions. Fierce flashes of fire erupted continuously, and the shield flickered on and off, shimmering with chaotic light in the sunlight. Intelligence personnel involuntarily stood up, all their eyes fixed on the largest screen.

They held their breath, for this offensive represented almost the most powerful conventional attack force the America could muster.

The attacks continued relentlessly, with naval carrier-based aircraft and air force bombers launching air-launched missiles incessantly. From the sky, streaks of white missiles crisscrossed between the sea peaks.

And Kang De's spiritual power shrouded this enormous illusion.

Horus had already marked the impact points of numerous missiles. The Fire Thief activated his temporal magic, his mental energy surging rapidly. Wherever his will touched, spatial beacons appeared everywhere. Akatum's power unfolded mirror portals, and black Phase Door opened continuously under the cover of explosions and flames, swallowing the incoming missiles and binding them within the slow timeline— A Chuan's missiles are good, now they're all mine.

The explosions continued incessantly.

BMW, Lamborghini, and McLaren crisscrossed the sky and sea, while US-made flamingos filled the air. Hundreds of millions of dollars in wealth drifted away and dissipated, turning into harmful gases that dispersed into the planet.

Wealth destroys wealth, and in the end, weapons and targets are reduced to ruins and garbage.

This is war.

Kang De laughed heartily, his spiritual power flowing into the Afu, sharing its frenzied onslaught and feeling the immense impact, threat, and pressure. He roared with laughter, "I really wanted to shout 'Thank you, Commander Trump, for the rockets'—what a pity, what a pity!"

Unfortunately, this astonishing scheme to exploit the world's leading military power never had the chance to be revealed to the public. The tale of an iron ship borrowing a rocket was destined to remain only a source of amusement for Kang De himself.

"There will be an opportunity, Father," Horus said solemnly. "One day you can tell him yourself."

Kang De spread his arms, Paradox Shield stretched out and stood tall. Missiles bombarded from all directions, Horus controlled the phased array for early warning positioning, smoke and dust swirled, black fog billowed, and this fierce Flame storm continued endlessly, but it was not inexhaustible. Even the American Empire, which was powerful, had its reserves run out.

"Target not detected. Repeat. All enemy missiles have been cleared!"

Upon hearing Horus's report, Kang De smiled and said, "Then let's put more pressure on A Chuan."

Paradox Element are injected into the engine.

The generals, their faces ashen, watched as the monster, unscathed from the barrage of hundreds of cruise missiles, roared to the sky. Its skin shone with a brilliant gold, as if intricate and mysterious patterns were shimmering and forming within it. Then, its speed suddenly increased!

"--fxck!"

The Phase Door opened, Kang De returned to the other world. He appeared above the sky, swooping down into the Endless Sea, the path of the God of the Star Palace. He was to kill this celestial monster here.

The moment the Fire Thief appeared, the God of the Star Palace sensed it, and his excited roar shook the heavens and the earth, "Here we go again! Here we go again! Kang De! Fire Thief! Come and meet your destiny!"

Flames erupted from his suit Kang De skimmed across the sea, hovering in mid-air. The Ring of Star Authority formed a radiant beam on the sea, extending to his feet like a street lamp.

"Bastard," he said arrogantly, "My weapons are more than enough!"

The Phase Gate, large and small, spiraled out, extending rounded heads. This was the king's arsenal, containing harpoons, Tomahawk, and Joint Air-to-Surface Standoff Missile seized from the America Cannon Solar Cannon Grand Commander. Now was the time for them to prove their worth.

Kang De pointed, and a dozen Tomahawk missile shot out, entering the terminal penetration phase. The cruise missiles roared and flew, raising Flame and smoke, creating a huge shockwave. The floating boulder exploded, and debris flew everywhere.

The God of the Star Palace's maniacal laughter shook the heavens and earth. "Too weak! Too weak!"

Kang De chuckled coldly, scattering spatial beacons in all directions. He moved at will, traversing and shifting through the void. Phase Gate opened continuously, and rows of cruise missiles shot out, bombarding the peerless beast from all directions according to the attack zones and strike plans set by the American Empire.

Numerous cruise missiles breached the defenses of the floating boulders, exploding on the beast's hide. The beast roared and howled incessantly, but its terrifying regenerative power continued to regenerate its charred and shattered flesh. Even such attacks could not pose a fatal threat to this terrifying behemoth.

But the eyewitnesses to the battle were already stunned.

Above the clouds, Dong Tianming stood solemnly, stroking his beard and gazing intently, lost in thought.

At the Tower of All-Seeing, the councilors stared in astonishment as Kang De, with his high-intensity spatial teleportation and near-instantaneous movement, fought the sea monster like a spinning top. Giant arrows of flying flames were projected from the Phase Gate, falling like meteors, crashing down violently, seemingly endless in number. The speed at which the giant arrows pierced the air and the skill with which they moved were even more terrifying to them.

The lawmakers have stopped comparing it to the Azure Fleet.

Imperial City.

The Human Sovereign gazed at the star map projected onto the screen and murmured, "Can it still hold out now?"

The Minister of Magic lowered his head and remained silent.

The eldest prince wished he could disappear into the ground so no one could see him.

The emperor neither spoke nor looked at his son.

He had his back to everyone.

Concealing the fear in his eyes...

He felt this scene looked familiar.

It's like intelligence regarding the Battle of Distant Harbor.

That was the scene of the Knight Astolfo slaying the dragon horde. Intelligence reported that Flame rose from the warship's deck, followed by flaming arrows soaring into the sky and chasing after the dragons.

The flaming arrow that killed the dragon looks very similar to this.

There was also intelligence on the Battle of Danfeng Lucerne: high-speed aircraft dropped alchemical bombs on the elven army, Flame rising and spreading for miles, indestructible...

Thinking about these things, he even had a kind of illusion.

It was not Kang De who launched the attack on this sea monster.

Instead, a dozen or so warships far more powerful Astofor, and hundreds of high-speed alchemical flying vehicles, like the combat vehicles that shot down the dragon in the Battle of Danfeng Lucerne, launched an attack on this peerless ferocious beast that transcended the Mortal World, with an invincible posture of crushing everything and conquering everything.

Just thinking about such a fleet would send shivers down his spine.

Kang De... Kang De...

--Where do you come from?

Silver Moon Council.

Silence reigned.

Only the Phoenix King's maniacal laughter echoed throughout the hall.

"How is it? How is it? How are you all feeling? How are you all feeling?!"

Malegith yelled, "Answer me! Isn't my husband amazing?!"

But behind that arrogant laughter, the Parrot glanced at the screen out of the corner of its eye, and a "Holy crap!" thought popped into its head—was Kang De trying to provoke the Pacific Ocean Fleet?

Meanwhile, at the White House in America, A Chuan, his face ashen, stared at the Department of Defense.

"Use, the nuclear weapon, now!"

The henchman's face was filled with stubborn refusal.

Meanwhile, on the sea in another world, after a round of Harpoon attacks, Kang De distanced himself and, before the other could even utter a sound of taunting, launched a sarcastic attack.

"How does it feel to be beaten by a Mudblood? The screams are loud and joyful. Can't you rely on your rough skin and thick flesh to withstand the beating? I tell you that Distant Harbor has begun to retreat. There is no other way for you to come but to be beaten, because you are a turtle with no offensive ability and only a thick skin!"

He gave the God of the Star Palace the middle finger and arrogantly shouted, "Come on, you fucking hit me!"

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PS1: Update...5000 words.

PS2: I still didn't sleep well last night. I always have insomnia whenever I go out. I only fell asleep at 3 a. m. last night and got up at 9:30. I was in a daze all day... Although I can continue writing today, I've decided to go to sleep first. I want to get back to a normal sleep schedule... I still owe 5,000 words. I'll pay them back slowly over the next few days.