"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
One Intercontinental Missile after another accelerated to its limit along the outer edge of the atmosphere before plunging back into it. By then, these Intercontinental Missiles had reached an astonishing twelve times the speed of sound.
Although the forty-two missiles had been launched from different locations, distance and timing meant they ultimately arrived over the Xia Kingdom almost simultaneously. Far away, Qiao Sen and Svich, in the combat command rooms at the Hill of Light and the Ninth Division, watched helplessly as forty-two points of light appeared on their screens. Their eyes reddened slightly.
"Madness! Madness! The Golden Eagle Empire has gone mad! They're throwing every last bit of their nation's military strength at attacking our Xia Kingdom! They're trying to ignite a world war!"
Svich roared, "Track the exhaust trails! Intercept them! Launch every interceptor missile!"
"Commander, the Golden Eagle Empire's missiles are too fast, and they've also mastered maneuvering trajectory technology..."
"I don't want to hear any excuses! Initiate Saturation Interception! How many citizens does Xia City have? Especially at this critical moment, with the International Conference underway—if even one missile lands on Xia City's soil, do you know what the consequences will be!?"
Cold sweat covered Svich's forehead. No one knew how much pressure he was bearing at that moment.
Everyone else also dared not show the slightest negligence.
Xia City was now the most dazzling pearl among the cities of the Xia Kingdom. Because of His Majesty Baili Qingfeng, its fame and economy had surpassed those of the capital, the Hill of Light. If the Golden Eagle Empire's missiles truly leveled Xia City, the loss to the Xia Kingdom would be impossible to estimate.
For a time, every corner of the command room rang with all kinds of reports and ballistic trajectory calculations.