Wind and snow swept across the land, carrying a mournful howl.
The sky was gloomy, utterly erasing the distinction between day and night in the wasteland. Even the falling snow had turned a faint black.
Dragon Flag Territory, Rebirth Cradle Shelter.
As nuclear bombs exploded one after another, even though the current locations of the Five Great Royal Clans were hundreds of kilometers from the shelter,
waves of high-frequency vibrations still arrived one after another. The shelter's load-bearing sections inevitably trembled constantly, creaking and groaning.
Most survivors had retreated into their cramped living spaces, opened their Game Panels, and silently watched the images of the explosion's epicenter.
Meanwhile, in the Command Room at the shelter's center,
the figures present had also taken their positions, silently watching the various streams of information constantly transmitted across the giant screen.
"Mountain Ridge Base tactical nuclear warheads one through nine have been delivered."
"Snow Mountain Base tactical nuclear warheads fifteen through twenty-one have successfully hit their targets."
"Pit Three tactical nuclear warheads ten through fourteen have reached their designated positions."
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Recreating humanity's weapons of mass destruction after eight years of development had been anything but easy.
The nuclear bombs manufactured and stored by the Three Great Territories numbered only a little over a hundred in total.
One after another, they were launched. One after another, they exploded.
Several figures stood shoulder to shoulder at the front, brows tightly furrowed as they stared at the barrier formed from countless overlapping pale-violet barriers of divine power. It still stood firm.
"Dragon Leader, it looks like we have to begin our Evacuation Plan."
The figure standing in the middle, leaning on a cane, raised his head and revealed a face still shaken with terror. It was Yu Tie, who had narrowly escaped death at the hands