Besides the soldiers and Ability Users, America's carrier fleet had been patrolling nearby waters. When needed, they would launch missiles at the battlefield—even nuclear missiles.
Fighter jets would also take off as needed, but nobody had much confidence in them. Through all these disasters, the jets had never accomplished anything. Their greatest contribution was turning into fireworks and lighting up the world.
The Shark King, the Saintess, and their personal guards stood on the open deck of a Crystal Warship, gazing at Los Angeles as they considered how to capture the city as quickly as possible.
Just then, the Shark King spotted Samantha and the others. He roared with laughter. "Humans, are you actually planning to resist? Do you know what a joke that is? An incredibly bad joke."
"A joke? You're the joke. Anyone who dares invade humanity will come to a bad end. Demons, monsters, the Dragon Clan—none of them escaped that fate. You Atlanteans won't either."
As the commander, Samantha flew from the front line to the beach and shouted those words.
Behind Samantha, large numbers of Ability Users used earth-based abilities and steel-based abilities to construct defensive lines. They had done this before, and their work was extremely efficient.
"They came to a bad end because they were too weak."
The Shark King looked at Samantha and said, "You're the commander? I never imagined you'd be stupid enough to fly over here alone to die. Kill her."
The Shark King spoke those last two words quietly to his guards. He liked showing off, but he was no fool. If he had a chance to kill the enemy commander outright, why wouldn't he take it?
At his order, the guards immediately raised their Crystal Energy Guns and aimed at Samantha. More than a hundred beams of crystal