Hao Shuai had no idea that, at that moment, every satellite in the world was anxiously watching the unprecedented battle unfolding above him. Calling it a battle of gods wouldn't have been an exaggeration.
The outcome would determine Earth's future. If Hao Shuai's side won, humanity would win, since Hao Shuai had shown no hostility toward humans from the very beginning.
If Ghidorah's side won, humanity might never again stand independently at the top of the pyramid of living things or control Earth's future—especially before humans developed weapons capable of killing Titans.
The U.S. fleet, one part destroyed and another crippled, had already provided the whole world with a bloody example of that.
Of course, when it came to this battle that would decide Earth's fate, what many people secretly hoped for most was that both sides would perish together. They simply kept that thought to themselves.
When someone became powerful enough to stand above everyone else, they became the target everyone wanted to eliminate as quickly as possible.
Sometimes, the human heart was more terrifying than a Titan.
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But once the battle truly began, Hao Shuai brought out the Executioner in front of everyone. The entire world fell silent, stunned.
They had thought Hao Shuai was a god, an immortal, a Superman—but now he'd brought out a high-tech mech. What was that supposed to mean?!
Hao Shuai, inside the mech, had no time to worry about what the various leaders thought. Once this battle was over, he would be leaving anyway.
Now that he had taken complete control of the Executioner, he tauntingly beckoned Ghidorah with a finger.
"Roar! Roar! Roar!"
Ghidorah didn't understand the gesture, but it was intelligent enough to know it wasn't a friendly one. Its three pairs of eyes gleamed fiercely as its three