I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early-Chapter 677 - 497: Hydrogen Bomb VS [Ghost]

Chapter 677 -497: Hydrogen Bomb VS [Ghost]

The intertwining of the [Ghost] and [Demon] did not last long.

Darkness blanketed the Snake-man City, and the various night-vision capabilities of the Floating Satellite were pushed to their limits, yet only thick, ink-like darkness could be seen.

However, in the next moment, that black shadow began to move.

Even from the satellite’s perspective, its speed was astonishing—its movement distance reaching 100 kilometers per minute.

“It’s coming. Where is it headed?” Lu Yuan furrowed his brows, his heart pounding.

The Greedy Demon God within his body stirred restlessly, as though encountering its natural nemesis.

Scientists quickly came to a general conclusion: “Judging by the direction of its movement, it appears to be heading straight toward Quincy City of the Lanpeng Civilization!”

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Lanpeng Civilization, Quincy City.

At the very moment the [Ghost] rushed toward their city, Jin Bote narrowed his eyes, his entire body tense with vigilance, and a chilling death warning erupted within him like a volcano.

This time, there was truly no escape.

Three thousand kilometers away, in half an hour, the enemy would arrive.

Any resistance would prove futile.

Yet in this moment, he found himself strangely calm, pushing the power of his “Agitator” ability to its limits. His resonant voice, delivered through technological devices, reached the ears of every citizen: “Come now, comrades, trust me! Drink this cup of water, and we will make it through this ordeal!”

That voice ignited everyone’s fighting spirit like the sun.

“I can feel it; the Reaper is descending! But this method will work. We will triumph over Death!”

Jin Bote consumed the array of stimulants gifted by humanity, and his consciousness began to inflate.

Overusing his ability, blood seeped from his seven orifices.

Yet the effect of his agitation was tremendous; no matter whether they were Awakened or Hibernators, they began to feel a subtle surge of excitement.

Most citizens remained asleep in the Hibernation chambers, their consciousness suspended in a semi-dreamlike state.

“Lanpeng Civilization will live forever!”

“In the next life, I will still be Lanpeng!” The remaining soldiers shouted while consuming the rainwater in their hands. Their cries echoed in the depths of each heart, forming waves of resonance.

“Quickly set up the Dream Network!” Jin Bote ordered several Dream Ability Users. “Utilize the power of this tree branch. We’ve had related results before—find a way to connect everyone’s consciousness together.”

Dream ability was considered an essential stage in exploring the idealist aspect of civilization. Even humanity’s Mother Civilization had made significant headway, and the Lanpeng Civilization had naturally seen similar advancements.

In the past, they had invented a device called the “brain wave connector,” specifically designed to link dreams.

Jin Bote then turned to the Royal Guard, tasked with another mission: “Warriors, have you truly decided to fight the [Ghost]?”

“I have a premonition… this battle will be futile.”

“Your Highness, without fighting, we’re unwilling to simply surrender like this!!” The captain of the Royal Guard, with a tinge of pride, declared loudly, “Let us use the weapons of interstellar civilization! Even if it’s just to buy a little more time!”

“How could we simply concede?”

“Indeed! Your Highness, allow us to join the fight!”

Jin Bote let out a subdued sigh, a tear rolling from the corner of his eye. Yes, pride—pride was what defined them as a civilization. Yet to be defeated in an instant, what did that even count for?

Without refuting, he raised his cup: “Then, I respect your resolve. Comrades, begin executing the plans!”

He lifted his head and drank the liquid in the cup in one gulp.

A surreal sensation erupted within him.

His mental state began plummeting rapidly, as if he had touched a frigid spiderweb laced with nerve-numbing poison.

The spiderweb ensnared him gradually, and no matter how he struggled, Jin Bote’s consciousness became hazy—a [Monster]’s spiritual power so overwhelming it felt insurmountable.

Even with the addition of thousands of minds, they were all collectively bound.

He immediately consumed a Mandala Fruit, and the chilling sensation seeped into his soul.

The feeling of being constricted by the web dissipated slightly.

“Indeed, Mandala Fruit is the key to combating the [Monster]!”

Soon, Jin Bote sensed more and more spiritual entities falling into the mysterious network. The power of the “Agitator” faintly transmitted through: “Comrades, trust me. Trust me completely!”

“Let me become the core of this network!”

“Let us lead you out of this predicament!”

“Come, put your fate in my hands! Together, we will achieve ultimate victory!”

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“Let’s fight it head-on!”

Meanwhile, at the outskirts of Quincy City, the engines of five warplanes roared to life! The earth-shaking sounds reverberated across the airfield.

“Royal Guard—invincible in battle, unstoppable in attack!” The soldiers shouted through the intercom, “Missiles ready, fire!”

“Boom!” Several medium-range missiles equipped with nuclear warheads were launched.

Leading the charge was a Lanpeng individual named Cassini, holding the rank of Major General. He shouted, “Everyone, the [Ghost]’s movement speed is simply too fast—nearly five times the speed of sound—and it possesses exceptional idealist interference capabilities. These missiles are unlikely to strike their target. That’s when we’ll need our warplanes!”

He piloted the plane, heading towards Snake-man City.

As a quasi-star-level civilization, these warplanes reached speeds up to Mach 10, taking off from the airfield and accelerating toward Snake-man City.

Each warplane held two hydrogen bombs in their cargo.

“The [Ghost] possesses extreme idealist interference; our planes may lose functionality instantly.”

“But even if the planes fail, they can still glide momentarily through the air—that will be our best window for counterattack.”

“Our hydrogen bombs are detonated with atomic bombs as initiators… The atomic bombs use the most primitive and interference-resistant gun-type design!”

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“I refuse to believe it can interrupt nuclear fission. Come, let’s show it our might!”

“Royal Guard—invincible in battle, unstoppable in attack!”

The pilots of the other four warplanes also shouted through their headsets.

…

Meanwhile, humanity monitored via satellite as the warplanes hurtled toward the black shadow.

The scene was poignant, as the command room fell silent.

“Damn it, can this work?” Lu Yuan’s heart pounded, even though he knew there was little hope. Humans instinctively clutch at straws in desperation.

Lanpeng people and Ratmen alike held their breath, their gazes locked onto the screen.

Before hope was completely dashed, who would willingly accept a grim reality?

“Contact will happen any moment now!”

“The first missile exploded… The [Ghost] moved too quickly, and the nuclear bomb detonated two kilometers away. Without direct impact, it’s likely meaningless. Was the yield below expectations? Your nuclear bombs—why are they built so small?” A Ratman trembled all over.

“I-It doesn’t matter, we still have warplanes…” Duke Magmit of Lanpeng Civilization stammered, his feathers tightly clumped together.

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“Missile attack!”

“Beep!”

The plane’s alarm rang abruptly. Before the soldiers could cry out, the lead aircraft disintegrated in mid-air.

Many soldiers were engulfed by darkness. Their flight helmets lost vision, and their headsets went utterly silent.

“It can fly? Use space ability?” Major General Cassini saw a peculiar black mist—the Blood Pupil hidden within it.

The moment he grasped what was happening, the second plane disintegrated.

Then the third, then the fourth.

The planes were crushed by an enigmatic force, as if they were soap bubbles being popped…

This was the gap between lifeforms. The opponent’s base speed reached five times the speed of sound, and during attack, it was even faster—so fast that he had no time to react.

“Luckily, I prepared for this! The largest hydrogen bomb is with me.”

Fueled by adrenaline, Major General Cassini grinned bitterly and decisively pressed a button. The mechanical spring released, revealing a hydrogen bomb in the cabin.

This was the method for manually activating the hydrogen bomb.

As the black mist surged, “Come on, you bastard!” The courageous Lanpeng man roared.

At that moment, the high-yield hydrogen bomb… detonated.

If a thousand suns were to shine in the sky simultaneously, the world would end—the earth would be ravaged—I would become Death, the destroyer of worlds.

It was the purest material power, originating from ancient starlight.

Sharing the same roots as constant stars.

The world briefly lit up, illuminating staggered small animals in parched yellow grass, bewildered Snake-men, hundreds of kilometers away in Green Grass City… all witnessing the brilliant flash.

A mushroom cloud rose skyward.

At the same time, one missile after another descended onto the ground. Propelled by momentum, the nuclear warheads were triggered.

In tandem, neutron bombs and hydrogen bombs exploded, with electromagnetic pulses and neutron radiation spreading outward.

The ground trembled; at the epicenter of the blast, a magnitude-7 earthquake erupted.

The sand below was compressed into crystalline, hardened plates by the intense shockwave. Every grain of sand was melted into glass-like material under the scorching multi-million-degree heat. The aircraft’s wreckage, among other things—including the brave Lanpeng individuals—was reduced to the most fundamental atoms, dispersed into the blast wave.

Just like the grand yet tragic history of the Lanpeng Civilization.

Two hundred years ago, they had been a pioneering quasi-stellar civilization, with no obstacle blocking their ascent.

Twenty years ago, they were a powerful force roaming across Pangu Continent, constructing massive Sky Cities as trailblazers of the Ninth Epoch.

Two years ago, they were a proud civilization, trapped here but searching for a way out.

But now, at this moment, they were nothing.

The hydrogen bomb’s explosion marked their final roar, their last light and lament…

Afterward, the stories all dissipated, swept away like smoke in the wind.

As if the moon still hung high in the sky, while the grass on the plains had withered and grown anew many times over.

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