No wonder the president and his staff were panicking.
They had only recently offended Alvin, and his thunderous retaliation had destroyed the Seventh Fleet in a single blow.
Who could guarantee that this was not another act of retaliation from him?
That he was not taking this chance to wipe out the United States of America gathered here once and for all?
Just as they descended into chaos, the phone before the president rang. He hurriedly grabbed it. "This is the president. What the hell happened?!"
"N-No, this is bad, Mr. President!"
"Just now, Warren Air Force Base, all of our intercontinental missile silos, and even the submarine fleet beneath the sea have all entered unauthorized launch procedures—!!!"
"Moscow has reported the same thing. All intercontinental missiles carrying nuclear warheads have entered launch procedures!"
"France's submarine fleet has surfaced, and intercontinental missiles are already taking off!!!"
A stream of panicked reports, mixed with shrill alarms, reached the ears of the president, his staff, and the national security adviser.
Then, emergency satellite surveillance footage appeared on the big screen.
The global map was covered in countless dense red dots, a horrifying sight!
And it was not just the United States of America.
If they pulled back the view, they could see that the same terrifying scene was unfolding almost everywhere in the world.
One enormous missile after another, trailing blazing exhaust, roared toward the heavens like an upward-flying meteor shower. It was a magnificent sight!
On the orbital battleship Holy Flame Arbiter, the Tech-Priests clad in rust-red robes also noticed the scene through their monitoring instruments.
Countless red dots rose into the sky at once, like some kind of virus spreading across this blue planet!
Watching this, the president slumped into his chair as though his soul had left his body.