"Commander! The radar has detected an anomalous disturbance!" The radar operator's voice suddenly rose as he pointed at the rapidly moving blip on the screen.
The commander strode over. On the screen, a blip was rapidly approaching from the southeast, steadily descending in altitude. Its speed—his pupils contracted. It had already exceeded Mach 5, and it was still accelerating.
No flight path, no transponder signal. Not an aircraft, not a missile, not any known flying vehicle.
"Track it by satellite! Confirm what the target is immediately!" The commander was practically roaring.
Dozens of seconds later, the military satellite's live feed came through.
Everyone in the command center froze.
On the massive screen, a figure hovered ten thousand meters in the air, backed by clouds and sparse starlight.
He wore a dark robe, its hem utterly unmoving in the supersonic airflow. An invisible force field seemed to surround him, shutting out the raging winds.
The radar operator stammered, his lips trembling. "It... it's a person..."
"How long until he reaches the base?" The commander's voice had instead calmed down.
"He's... he's already here."
The commander snatched up the microphone and screamed himself hoarse. "All weapons, fire—shoot him down!"
Outside the base, Tianyi slowly hovered above the compound.
Several Phalanx close-in weapon systems activated at once.
The six-barreled 20mm M61A1 Gatling Cannons emerged from beneath camouflage netting, their barrels beginning to spin madly.
With firing rates of three to four thousand five hundred rounds per minute, their muzzles spat flames several meters long, while tracer rounds wove dazzling chains of light across the night sky.
The streams of bullets crossed and converged in the air like several glowing whips, lashing viciously at the figure hovering overhead from different angles.
Each shell was as large as an adult's palm, its warhead tearing through