One of the most powerful fleets in the world, an aircraft carrier fleet capable of suppressing a small country, was utterly helpless before those massive tentacles.
"My God..."
Damon did not even have time to react before he and the bridge he stood on were smashed into pulp. A violent explosion followed, utterly destroying the carrier's deck and bridge.
Becoming a rising star at the Pentagon, becoming a political star and moving into the White Palace—all of it vanished in an instant like empty illusions.
Until his death, Damon never knew that the president had already posted more than thirty messages cursing him on Twitter, enough to go down in history.
There were no advanced energy weapons. The alien beast attacked with nothing but simple, brutal smashing and battering, yet the Eagle Country fleet had no ability to resist.
In the blink of an eye, the fleet commander and the entire command echelon had been wiped out, throwing the entire Eagle Country fleet into chaos.
Still, it was one of the world's foremost navies. Following the established chain of rank and command, the captain of a destroyer swiftly assumed the position of fleet commander and hoarsely ordered the fleet to fight while retreating.
But it was already too late.
The injury it had suffered and its successful tossing of warships had completely driven the enormous tentacle into a frenzy. It began constantly swimming beneath the sea before suddenly coiling around a warship and hurling it aside.
Each of those warships displaced thousands of tons, yet before this tentacle, they seemed like nothing more than somewhat heavy toys.
The artillery bombardment and missile attacks continued, but they were completely useless.
The craziest ones were the dozens of Eagle Country fighter jets still circling overhead. Their carrier had been destroyed, leaving them