Exterminate the Mortal World

The B61-11 Tactical Nuclear Bomb weighs 322 kilograms.

The power is equivalent to 340,000 tons.

As the sun sets, the sea becomes a dim, yellowish-brown, reflecting the afterglow. However, the eternal and unchanging natural law of sunset and moonrise is broken today, as a second, blazing sun rises over the sea.

It was neither magic nor divine power.

Rather, it is the ultimate weapon created by humans from another world, through thousands of years of Civilization evolution, hundreds of years of accumulated wisdom, and decades of technological advancement, with brilliant intelligence, vast organizational capabilities, ultimate collective collaboration, and intense hatred and fear of destruction.

High-energy explosives detonation.

Uranium is enriched by pushing it under high temperature and pressure, which triggers a chain reaction.

The ultra-high temperatures and pressures caused by nuclear fission release X-rays that trigger fusion.

The deuterium-deuterium thermonuclear reaction produces helium-4.

In this process, approximately 0.7 percent of the mass was sacrificed to the god of destruction.

Thus, a power that did not belong to mortals surged forth from the cracks in the world, transforming into endless light and heat, scorching the ocean, the sky, the earth, and all living things.

This principle led to the development of the hydrogen bomb, also known as a thermonuclear weapon.

Its birth officially declared that the human race had acquired the ability to self-destruct.

Because of the criticality effect of fissile materials, the power of an atomic bomb has an upper limit, while the power of a hydrogen bomb can theoretically be increased infinitely, enough to tear the earth apart and unleash a massive tsunami.

Thus, the devil's weapons defended world peace.

Now, nuclear weapons, which have been absent from the battlefield for seventy-five years, are exploding in another world, igniting the dim night sky. A Chuan probably doesn't understand that the order he issued not only signifies the first use of thermonuclear weapons in war in human history—but also that the impact of this brilliant fusion is so profound that he probably can't imagine or predict it in his lifetime.

Now, Chuanbao stared wide-eyed at the equally astonished Defense Minister, asking, "Watzefak?"

Meanwhile, in another world unknown to him, the most powerful rulers of that strange planet were witnessing that dazzling radiation. The shock these monarchs felt was no less than that felt by the giants who held the future of the world in their hands before dawn in August 1945.

At first they saw a blazing, dazzling light, then a mushroom cloud of fire surging and rising from the sea, like a totem pole of the god of destruction, rooted in the blue sea and rolling in the sky, punishing vile lives with the fire of judgment and violently venting the wrath of the gods.

Inside the Forbidden City, the princes, princesses, and ministers who usually held their breath and dared not utter a sound in front of the emperor gasped in shock. Even the deepest composure and the most self-control, which allowed them to keep their emotions hidden, completely collapsed under the blazing sun. The so-called important figures looked at each other, their faces pale.

The Dome of True Seeing was completely silent. The councilors remained in a grappling position, with two of them even embracing each other. They turned their heads in astonishment, staring at the fire element aggregate rising in the sand table of the beacon tower, their mouths agape, and some even drooling involuntarily.

In the Silver Moon Council, all the elders slowly turned their gaze back to the Queen.

All the rulers felt a sudden soreness and pain in their eyes, a symptom of staring directly at a bright light, but that was all. The remote monitoring system created by the various nations based on the principles of Atmospheric Perspective and Eagle Eye only simulated the reflection of light and gas elements in the target area, and even then, it had an upper limit on energy levels.

This lesson came from a disastrous accident at the Council. A talented and fervent seeker of Truth created a prototype of the beacon tower. His gaze was first drawn to the blazing sun in the sky. He wanted to unravel the secrets of the sun, to know how this celestial body eternally released unimaginable amounts of energy and bestowed its blessings upon the Mortal World. He wanted to see if there was a temple of Sura there.

So he used the prototype to extend the observation point as high as possible into the sky, aiming it at the blazing sun.

The prototype observation instrument faithfully simulated a tiny fraction of the incredibly violent energy this star unleashed upon the icy planetary system.

As a result, the immense energy within the three magical cores and five elemental furnaces was completely depleted. The instantaneous burst of light elemental particles burned away the alchemist's eyes, peeled off his skin, and turned him into a magnificent torch. The impact of the elemental tide's backflow detonated all eight power supply devices, causing immense damage in the horrific explosion. This incident added a significant element to the Council's safety guidelines—all observation devices' feedback platforms must be limited by energy levels.

It was precisely because of this that they were able to witness the blazing sunlight intact.

The discomfort in my eyes was insignificant, for the shock and awe to my soul were beyond words. This was not a sophisticated and powerful alchemical weapon, nor a meteorite Forbidden Spell that fell from the sky, nor even a powerful divine spell recorded in ancient secret books—it was the sun! The sun that shines eternally and watches over eternally!

Billions of rays of light, boundless heat.

This power, clearly belonging only to the gods... is actually in the hands of humankind!?

"What is this! What is this thing?!"

The Dome of True Seeing echoed with the hysterical roars of the councilors, filled with fear, unease, and rage. Their eyes were wide open as they howled like wild beasts, desperately trying to hypnotize themselves, telling themselves that none of this had anything to do with Kang De —because they were terrified.

Because their reason compels them to connect this all-destroying, blazing sun with the alchemical bomb that leaped out of the Phase Gate —three meters! That thing was only three meters long!

Are you kidding me!

"--go out."

The emperor's voice rang out coldly within the star map array.

The princes and princesses, along with the cabinet ministers, had not yet recovered from the shock and panic.

Then the roar of the sovereign of mankind erupted.

"Get out of here! Everyone!"

The empire's most distinguished officials rushed out in a panic, their faces still bearing astonishment and fear, while the emperor stared blankly at the firelight on the star map and the crimson mushroom cloud.

His body was trembling; the composure and dignity of a ruler of mankind were gone.

A chilling light flickered in those eyes like a revolving lantern.

Shock, panic, fear, fury, and... a chilling, unforgettable murderous intent.

Before this, he had been curious about Kang De, admired him, and had patience with him.

Now, the emperor's mind is filled with boiling murderous intent, resentment, and fear.

He could accept a Forbidden Spell spellcaster wielding the power of destruction, a mysterious Cathayan, and an outsider who seemed to command an extremely powerful army, because he ruled the human world and was the sovereign of humanity. He didn't mind having such a capable son-in-law.

But now...

The rulers of the human race could not tolerate a god among men.

But what could be done if it was intolerable? The surging, raging light still stung the emperor's eyes. He saw countless sea monsters being swept away and reduced to ashes. He saw hundreds of fiery springs erupt from the body of the colossal beast, which resembled a mountain range. Its pillar-like tentacles burned with hellfire, collapsed, and caved in. Countless golden crystals, red Levitation Stone, and green gelatinous substances gushed out, shining brightly under the scorching heat.

He had already judged the power of this magnificent sun simply by looking at it.

One can even imagine the sight of the sun's fiery rays shining brightly over the capital.

The historic capital was swept away by the blast wave. Magnificent buildings collapsed into countless scorching fragments, torn apart by the storm's speed of hundreds of kilometers per hour. Countless wealthy imperial citizens were instantly reduced to charred corpses, then vanished into ashes. Smooth streets were ripped up, all windows were shattered, and the earth was transformed into tidal waves, wave after wave of destruction ravaging this once glorious city...

And what about him?

Can His Majesty the Emperor, bearing legendary blood and ruling over the human world, escape the wrath of heaven and earth? Can his loyal army, boundless wealth, supreme power, and powerful subordinates preserve his life, status, and glory?

The answer was already in my mind.

This mushroom cloud, rising into the sky and filling the heavens and earth, rendered everything he possessed, relied on, and depended on meaningless—how could this be! How could this be! How dare this be!

The emperor, consumed by impotence and rage, drew his sword and began to lash out in a frenzy of fury.

The Silver Moon Council remained silent.

In the endless silence, the elders stood there, their faces blank.

Over their long lives, they had witnessed far more magnificent and terrifying scenes than this—super tsunamis that swept everything away, the immense power of collapsing snow-capped mountains, and the endless molten lava erupting from volcanoes. In terms of sheer power and force, these far surpassed what was here, but they were the might of planets and the wrath of heaven and earth.

This is the brilliance and power of living beings.

They witnessed a bomb appear and ignite the sun.

With the body of a mortal, he wielded the authority of the gods.

They simply stared blankly, either at the rising mushroom cloud or at Her Majesty the Queen.

After a period of silence, a royalist elder with a good sense of humor broke the eerie silence.

"How about..." he tentatively suggested, "Setting a wedding date?"

Distant Harbor.

The second shift handover has ended. On the road from the suburbs to the Distant Harbor, horse-drawn carriages travel leisurely. Volunteers exchange their day's work and achievements, and discuss the upcoming "Europa Great Roulette." Rangers patrol back and forth in an orderly manner, and the camp is filled with the aroma of food and the laughter of people.

The atmosphere is so peaceful and warm. Everyone is doing their job and helping others. They are doing good and righteous things, and they are recognized spiritually and rewarded materially. Is there anything better than this? Every Distant Harbor loves and is content with these wonderful days.

But they were unaware of the threats facing the city.

Only a small number of people in the know are waiting anxiously.

Hong San and other officials from the Distant Harbor City government, along with the heads of the multinational forces within the military system— the Valentan faction, the Survey Corps faction, the Distant Harbor faction, the Goth faction, and even the commanders of the three-nation fleet—were all holding their breath, knowing what had happened on the Broken Isles.

Perhaps soon, they will be on the battlefield, facing an unprecedentedly powerful enemy.

Hong San asked in a low voice, "Any response from the patrol boats in the open sea?"

"No, Mr. Mayor."

The young mayor sighed silently. Even with unwavering faith in his lord, he was still filled with apprehension. According to the intelligence, the deity from the Star Palace was a ferocious beast that had destroyed a Civilization, its form resembling a mountain—what kind of power could be used to defeat it without causing too much aftermath?

Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open.

An elderly man in white robes strode in, startling the soldiers who immediately drew their weapons. Hong San glanced at him and shouted, "Don't move! Commander..."

No sooner had he finished speaking than his master grabbed his collar.

Dong Tianming's eyes were bloodshot. "Where is Kang De! Where is Kang De? Where is he?!"

Hong San asked blankly, "Master, what's wrong? Please explain clearly, what happened?"

"Let him see me—no, tell me where he is! I want to see him! If he comes back, tell him immediately that Dong Tianming wants to see him! Do you hear me? Do you hear me?!"

The old man was disheveled and looked deranged. Hong San was shocked. He had only ever seen his master like this when he was drunk—beating his chest, wailing, and cursing himself. It was a heart-wrenching pain.

"I heard you, Master, I understand!" he answered loudly, his worry and confusion growing stronger. "But Master, what happened?"

Dong Tianming looked stunned and ignored his disciple's question.

The renowned minister from China Cathay eastward to the east was stunned into tears.

"It's too late..." he murmured, "Why did he come so late..."

He murmured those words, and as the light swirled, his body turned into specks of light and vanished, leaving a paper figure that fluttered to the ground.

The people inside the room then came to their senses and began to whisper among themselves. The elf Quilion asked, "Mr. Hong, is that your teacher? What happened?"

Hong San bent down and carefully picked up the paper figure, flicking off the rolling teardrops on it.

"I don't know, but..." he whispered, "Maybe it's news of victory."

The soldiers inside looked on incredulously. Han Zezheng asked in surprise, "It's over?"

--Is it over?

In the Silver Moon Council, a blushing Dairila realized she had been tricked again. She was so ashamed she wanted to protest loudly, but the Minister of War said, "Your Majesty, something seems amiss!"

The Empress's expression changed instantly.

But it's not because of this "situation".

She sensed that her ancestor had left the palace and quickly ascended into the sky.

What happened?

Something has indeed happened.

That dazzling, radiant light of fusion, illuminating heaven and earth, with its boundless glory, destroyed evil, shone on the sea, and even pierced the sky, breaking through the clouds and shining brightly in the heavens.

Above the nine heavens, in a realm inaccessible to mortals, a wondrous world where matter and spirit intersect, floats a vast and magnificent palace complex. At this very moment, melodious bells resound amidst the glittering Stellaris.

In a colossal palace thousands of meters high, a majestic figure clad in gleaming golden armor traversed the void, the Wheel of Destruction behind him burning with annihilating flames. He stared in disbelief at the massive machine occupying hundreds of square meters before him, its core instruments turning the doomsday pointer, pointing towards the realm of destruction.

One figure after another appeared in the palace.

"--Radiant Radiance Emission detected in the Mortal World! The Mudseed of this era has touched the realm of the gods. The Doomsday Clock has tolled; all of you, prepare to sound the horn of destruction!"

The remaining God of the Star Palace are already in place.

The Destroyer reached out and grasped, conjuring Flame spear out of thin air. He raised the spear high and roared, "Send a message to the Land of the End, informing the Pioneers of this matter. In my name, according to my master's orders, restart the War Council, activate the Extermination Mechanism, and erect the Bridge of the Starry Firmament..."

"--Exterminate Mortal World!"

He looked around. "Gentlemen, the War Factory will be restarted, the dormant legions will awaken once more, prepare to lead them into battle—let us descend upon the Mortal World!"

"Wait a minute!" said one of the God of the Star Palace. "This doesn't make sense. According to the feedback we've received, the Mudbloods are still far from the Doomsday Red Line. Why would they suddenly emit Radiance Emission? We need to at least figure out what happened."

"That's easy!"

The Destroyer turned and retreated, looking down upon the Mortal World from the Star Palace, his gaze piercing through layers of clouds. "That fool Lahma descended to the Mortal World not long ago. He has now merged with the Beast of the Overturning Sea and has been attacked by the Radiance Emission —but he's not completely dead yet. As for what happened, we'll just bring him back and ask! Order the Starry Firmament Bridge activated, dispatch the Warband Guard, and bring him back to the Star Palace!"

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PS1: Update... I misjudged the progress, the big scene is coming tomorrow! Guess what it is!