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The strange creature slowly swam into the sea, its figure gradually blurring in the murky water until it finally disappeared from sight.
Jiang Xiao, Shi Shi, and the old men stood quietly by the sea, and no one spoke.
They looked at the dead creatures and the polluted seawater, their hearts filled with endless sorrow.
At that moment, they all understood that humanity was not the master of this planet; they were merely one part of it.
If this continues, humanity itself will ultimately suffer the consequences.
The sea breeze continued to howl, and the waves still gently lapped against the shore, but the tranquility and harmony of the past were gone.
"What are everyone's opinions now?" Jiang Xiao asked.
Everyone fell silent, speechless.
Can this be considered a natural disaster?
This is clearly a man-made disaster!
The cycle of cause and effect is inescapable; isn't that exactly what's happening to humanity in the world of strange tales today?
Even though we know the ocean is unfathomably deep.
We know perfectly well that humanity's exploration of the ocean is only superficial.
However, they still resolutely dumped the unmanageable wastewater into the ocean.
"Now we've incurred divine punishment. We deserve it."
An old man couldn't help but sigh.
"Is there any way to salvage this? After all, the vast majority of ordinary people are innocent."
"Heh~" Shi Shi sneered: "What? Why don't you say that all marine life is innocent?"
People were living peacefully when suddenly the seawater they depended on for survival turned into toxic water.
These marine creatures don't even have a way to fight back!
Chapter 553 Bombing the Altar
As everyone knows, their previous bestial acts were not much different from the wastewater dumped by the ghost story world.
This resulted in countless dead fish on the coast, and local fishermen dared not go down to fish.
At the same time, the "god's" revenge was like a mountain, pressing down on the hearts of all those who knew about it.
Director Wang and the other high-ranking officials have regrouped.
"According to our research."
An expert stood up, breaking the silence in the conference room.
“The energy fluctuations emitted by the altar last time did not completely match the energy characteristics of the legendary ‘god’. We have reason to believe that it was just the altar’s self-defense mechanism.”
These words were like a shot in the arm for everyone. A glint flashed in Director Wang's eyes, and he immediately took over the conversation.
"Then we must hurry. If 'God' has not returned, we may be able to destroy the altar and prevent an even greater disaster."
The atmosphere in the meeting room gradually became tense, and everyone realized that this might be their last chance.
"We need to develop a detailed plan."
Director Wang continued.
"We cannot afford to make any more mistakes. This operation must be precise, swift, and decisive."
A tactical expert stood up and began sketching out the blueprint for the operation on the whiteboard.
"Our first step is to conduct a thorough reconnaissance of the area around the altar to ensure there are no other self-defense mechanisms. Then, we will deploy a demolition team to use the latest destruction techniques to destroy the altar."
“How long is our time window?” an intelligence analyst asked.
“Uncertain,” the expert replied. “But we must assume time is of the essence. Every minute could be crucial.”
The air in the conference room seemed to freeze, and everyone felt the urgency of this race.
"Alright, let's settle on that then."
The bearded general stood up, his voice firm and powerful.
"Let's get moving! All teams, prepare to go. This isn't just for ourselves, it's for the future of humanity."
Everyone nodded in agreement, and the meeting room was filled with determination and courage.
They knew this would be a race against time, and a battle against the unknown.
The machine operates at an unimaginable speed.
Under Director Wang's command, a series of instructions spread rapidly to every corner like an electric current.
In less than ten minutes, dozens of fighter jets were already on the base's runway, ready to take off, their engines roaring incessantly.
The pilots, dressed neatly and expressionless, checked all the equipment to ensure everything was in perfect working order.
Regardless of who the opponent is, all the soldiers have unwavering confidence.
Where the sword points, the heart follows!
Meanwhile, the rest of the main force was also ready to go.
The Tiger tanks roared, armored vehicles lined up in a row, soldiers fully armed, like a giant iron fist ready to strike at any moment.
Their actions were equally swift and orderly; everyone understood the importance of this operation.
At the same time, their fighting spirit was completely ignited, and the cry of "Hurrah!" resounded through the sky.
Is the opponent a god?
Ordinary soldiers might feel fear or despair when faced with such an opponent.
I'm sorry, but these fearless soldiers only believe in the weapons in their hands!
The journey from the Lighthouse Country to the Nika tribe is relatively slower, but their efficiency should not be underestimated.
Although they started a few minutes later, their fighter jets were the fastest, so they didn't fall too far behind in the overall time.
The pilots quickly moved through the hangar and jumped into the cockpit, the blue exhaust plumes of the fighter jets streaking across the night sky.
As time went on, the main force began to converge, forming a vast network of joint operations.
As for other things
There's no need for that for now.
Especially the abstract nation, whose "war spirit is boiling".
To be honest, they are genuinely afraid of the large random missiles they are developing.
Within the communication channel, various languages intertwined, but all conveyed the same message—ready to depart at any time.
Inside the command center, Director Wang and other high-ranking officials from other countries monitored the progress of the entire operation via satellite imagery.
On the screen, red, blue, and green markers move continuously, displaying the positions and statuses of each team.
"Attention, all units."
Director Wang's voice was transmitted through the communication system to every member involved in the operation.
"We have only one goal: to destroy the altar and prevent potential disaster. Please remember, we are not only fighting for the country, but also for the future of all mankind."
"Now, let the operation begin!"
With Director Wang's order, the entire operation officially commenced.
Fighter jets soared into the sky like arrows, while tanks and armored vehicles formed an advancing iron torrent on the ground.
The forces in the air and on the ground began to advance rapidly toward their target—the altar hidden in the deep sea.
Soon, the buzzing of fighter jets circling overhead became clearer.
The unease and fear in the hearts of the Nika tribe residents were once again awakened.
They knew that the outsiders had returned!
No one instructed them on what to do, but the tribe's elders, acting on instinct, quickly organized themselves and led everyone back into the underground space.
At the same time, fighter jets in the sky began to descend.
The canopy opened, and well-equipped elite squads parachuted out one after another.
These young team members had only one goal: to head straight for the altar that was believed to be the source of the disaster.
After landing, the squad quickly assembled, removed their parachutes, checked their weapons and equipment, and then swiftly headed towards the altar.
Their steps were steady yet swift, and each of them had a determined glint in their eyes.
Soon after, the team arrived at the location of the altar.
From the outside, the altar does indeed appear to be made of ordinary stones.
The team members began to use instruments to carefully examine the altar. The results showed that the composition of the stones was not abnormal, but this did not make them lower their guard.
But everyone knows that there is a hidden power here.
"Place the bombs carefully; there can be no mistakes at any step."