Treasure

The devastating strike from the Mediterranean Sea arrived after two waves of electromagnetic pulse bombs had blanketed the area.

Missiles precisely locked onto the figures in Cairo that had been struck by EMP weapons, lying motionless on the ground with white smoke and electrical sparks rising from their bodies.

As wave after wave of seemingly endless missiles scoured the ground, Cairo—which had already been ravaged beyond recognition by the Autobots, Decepticon Corps Replica Soldiers, and Quintessons—was now left riddled with even more destruction under the bombardment.

The ones suffering the most were the Decepticon Corps Replica Soldiers in the city, the remaining Autobots who had yet to withdraw, and the Quintesson soldiers who had invaded the city.

In less than an hour, Hynix and the four arsenal ships acting alongside Sun Cheng had already fired over two thousand missiles.

"Our missile production costs are far lower than those of human nations. They may be more expensive than shells, but they're still acceptable—and they can greatly reduce casualties!"

The fleet was nearing the waters around the mouth of the Nile River where it flowed into the Mediterranean Sea. Looking at Cairo, now shrouded in thick smoke from their bombardment on the screen, Sun Cheng smiled.

With the technological and industrial advantages Base Two had gradually established, it could even keep the cost of a missile equipped with a high-explosive warhead to just one-seventeenth of the human production cost.

EMP bombs were slightly more expensive, but a bombardment like this against Cairo would probably cost no more than a little over a billion dollars when converted into U.S. currency.

To wipe out so many potential adversaries at such a "low" cost—

Sun Cheng felt the money had been exceptionally well spent!

"Commander, when do we land?"

After several rounds of blanket missile