Killed Long Ago
A gigantic shadow poured down, enveloping all the stunned soldiers and civilians of Osaka. At the same time, the courage to resist in their hearts melted away like ice and snow.
Countless troops fell to their knees, crying out, "Amaterasu Omikami!" Their faces were filled with terror.
How could humans stand against gods?
Even the battleships they had been most proud of had been torn apart and held high in someone's hand. What kind of terror was that?
So much so that even after Wang Tong vanished from sight, not a single soldier in all of Osaka dared entertain the thought of resistance.
Of course, Wang Tong could cross more than a hundred zhang in an instant, far beyond the limits of what those soldiers could intercept. Even if they wanted to attack, there was nothing they could do.
The moment they raised their guns, he was already three thousand meters away. How could they possibly attack?
Aichi, Shizuoka, Nagano... In less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Wang Tong had crossed half of Fusang Island and arrived above Tokyo!
By then, Tokyo had only barely managed to assemble its troops after receiving the telegram.
Fighter planes had already taken off one after another, circling high above Tokyo in grim readiness.
Even though they had already seen it in footage, the cabinet ministers and other high-ranking officials, including the emperor himself, could not suppress the fear in their hearts when they saw that enormous shadow bearing down on them.
Less than half an hour had passed since the telegram arrived, yet this being had crossed the Sea of Japan while carrying the Yamashiro battleship and reached Tokyo!
This was simply beyond everyone's imagination!
Just the sight of that colossal shadow and the