Kael pursed his lips and said:
"His Majesty the Pope... is at half-step eighth order."
Lin Mo's mind rang.
Half-step eighth order!
That was a supreme powerhouse only half a step away from standing at the pinnacle of the world!
According to the Terra Continent's classification of power, eighth-order mages could wield the power of rules, something akin to what the Great Xia people understood as making reality obey their words.
Even a half-step mage saint like that, joining forces with the entire continent's top fighters and paying the price of the Merfolk Kingdom King's death, had only managed to wound Ao Lingsi and force it to retreat!
That had been over a hundred years ago, when the various races still had strong armies.
Now, this nightmarishly terrifying Demon God had returned.
And Terra's various races were already candles flickering in the wind.
Great Xia... together with Terra as it was now...
Could they really win?
A chill shot from the soles of Lin Mo's feet straight to the crown of his head, leaving his hands and feet icy.
Inside the carriage, there was only the rushing roar of the subway.
Thorin clenched his fists, and Kael closed his eyes in prayer.
Just as the despair threatened to swallow everyone-
Bzz!
The terminal on Lin Mo's wrist vibrated again.
Long Zhan's name appeared on the screen.
He forced himself to calm down and answered Communications.
"Commander Lin." Long Zhan's voice was as steady as ever, but carried an indescribable heaviness.
"A short while ago, we launched a Dongfeng."
"A hypersonic missile."
"It carried ten one-megaton nuclear warheads."
"We wanted to hit it with a saturation strike right after it arrived."
At those words, the members of Terra's various races in the carriage abruptly raised their heads.
A tiny spark reignited