Godzilla Battles the Beautiful Nation

Godzilla threw back his head and roared, violently dismantling the Beautiful Nation's aircraft carrier with his bare hands.

"Once I tear this piece of junk apart, let's see how those mosquitoes in the sky are supposed to land!"

The aircraft in the sky continually rained fire down on Godzilla's back. The attacks did cause damage, but the monster was clearly willing to endure injury just to destroy an aircraft carrier first.

The carrier's captain had already boarded a speedboat with several aides and gradually put some distance between themselves and the battle.

These officials all thought they were safe. At a time like this, how could they possibly care about the safety of ordinary sailors?

Suddenly, a missile trailing flames struck directly toward them.

Boom!

The naval officers were all wiped out, leaving not even scraps behind.

This was not the first time such a thing had happened. Quite a few Beautiful Nation officers had been accidentally killed by their own people. At most, the person responsible for the accidental killing would be held accountable afterward.

Of course, if it served their interests, the media would issue a report like this: The captain and officers of a certain aircraft carrier had heroically sacrificed themselves for their country while battling a brutal monster. Let us salute their indomitable fighting spirit.

Inside the most important office of the Beautiful Nation's White House, the president helplessly gave his final order.

"This monster is simply too difficult to capture. It can fly into the sky and dive into bottomless ocean trenches. Capturing it alive is practically a nightmare-level task!

Order all combat personnel to withdraw immediately. Secretary-General, notify Department Eight and have them launch a Type B tactical nuclear missile at once!"

At that moment, an old man in a white lab coat standing