"This is the Trieste. The Lenin's position has been confirmed. Requesting authorization to launch a tactical nuclear bomb."
Caesar's voice traveled through the cable, crossed eight thousand meters of seawater, and after being relayed through the Sumeru Platform, reached the brightly lit central control room at Kassel College headquarters. Data flickered across the screens, reflected on grave faces.
Professor Schneider leaned close to the microphone. His hoarse voice was utterly decisive. "Launch authorized."
There was no hesitation.
In the professors' projections, the Embryo serving as the Sacrifice was aboard the Lenin, and the "god" consuming that Sacrifice had to be nearby.
The nuclear bomb's lethal radius was enough to cover every living thing within close range. This was the most efficient solution, and the only plan capable of completing the kill before the Dragon Kind could react.
Though they were all deeply interested in this sunken ancient city, and fully reproducing and preserving the Dragon Script here would greatly aid the study of dragon civilization, none of them could say so.
Beneath the deep sea, every additional second meant another measure of danger.
This was not merely about the success or failure of the mission. It concerned the lives of Caesar's team as well.
The Trieste slowly adjusted its posture, and the launch hatch beneath its hull silently slid open.
The entire fuel compartment detached from the Deep-sea Submersible, like an enlarged mortar shell suspended beneath it.
There were no sophisticated electronic devices, no guidance system. Against the Dragon Kind, such things would all be disrupted and rendered useless by inexplicable forces.
There was only the most primitive mechanical fuse, and a turbine at the tail capable of propelling it several hundred meters through seawater.
"Look," Chu Zihang suddenly said. "What is that?"
His voice could no longer maintain its