Monsters Die When Killed

The members of the Celestial God Descent Association did not actually see eye to eye. The Reborn's thinking had always been aggressive; he always wanted to be the first to solve a problem. After all, he had a near-infinite number of do-overs. In his countless past battles against the Transcendents of the American Federation, he had always managed to achieve victory by relying on his special Undying Ability. This had also fostered his fearless personality.

The Planters and the Controller, however, were experts at fortifying positions and setting traps. They believed that since the enemy had already found them, it was better to lie in wait and use the newly deployed "Activated Wood Spirit Array," "Chain Element Trap," and numerous high-tech weapons for a defensive counterattack.

The various regional Leaders of the Celestial God Descent Association would certainly show each other a bit of respect for being part of the Celestial God's Clan. But at their core, they were all arrogant, vicious, and ruthless Demons and monstrosities. Although they were all quite composed and would never stoop to arguing over a mere difference of opinion, it was still difficult to make them fight as one without a powerful force to unite them.

Silent Bornev was precisely that kind of figure. He rarely spoke, but when he did, his words were final.

But this time, he remained silent.

And if they didn't act, the other side would.

Just as the Reborn feared, the moment the Leaders of the Celestial God Descent Association used their powers, Su Zhou turned his gaze in their direction.

Soon, the others also noticed—via intelligence from drones and satellites—that the advance of the Magical Beast tide in that direction had been inexplicably obstructed.

On the surface, it was just a quiet, peaceful black forest at the foot of a mountain. But leaving aside the question of where one might find a peaceful place in the Demon Realm, if it were truly so quiet, why did the data indicate that the life signatures of several thousand Magical Beasts had suddenly vanished there?

"Do you have missiles?"

Su Zhou was never one for small talk when facing an enemy. He turned to Rafael and the Harmony Bureau Steward beside him. "It doesn't need to have a huge yield. About 200,000 tons of TNT equivalent should be enough. If we launch now, we should be able to wipe out the vast majority of the Celestial God Descent Association's effective forces in one go."

"And don't be stingy. It's like the saying goes: Equivalent Exchange. To put it nicely, you have to give something to get something. To put it bluntly, you can't catch a wolf if you're not willing to sacrifice the bait. It's a rare opportunity to have all their core members gathered together. It would be a waste not to drop a bomb on them."

'Two hundred thousand tons of TNT equivalent... Isn't that a nuke?'

The Steward opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Was Su Zhou wrong? A nuclear bomb dropped on them right now would undoubtedly annihilate most of the Celestial God Descent Association's effective forces. But if nukes could be launched so easily, Earth would have become a radioactive wasteland long ago, and we'd all be out collecting bottle caps.

"We can indeed request one."

It was Rafael, however, who spoke bluntly. He patted the seat of his wheelchair. "In fact, the Harmony Bureau has no objection to deploying nuclear weapons. If one nuke can eliminate that many Extraordinary Tier experts, it would be an absolute steal."

An Extraordinary High-tier being, as long as they aren't killed instantly, can all but ignore nuclear radiation. By avoiding the core of the blast, they can at least survive, however battered. Theoretically, to kill one at the Extraordinary Peak or Commander Tier, it would take a coordinated launch of over thirty nuclear missiles to completely glass the entire area.

The old man was well aware of this, so he sounded quite regretful. "It is indeed a rare opportunity. It's just that our base here in the Demon Realm has been completely destroyed—it's this pile of ruins behind you. Both the targeting calibration systems and the launchpads are gone. It's too late to call in thermonuclear weapons from other bases."

"I see." Su Zhou sounded quite disappointed. It seemed he wouldn't get to use the supreme Mystical Technique of Martial Arts this time: "Of All the Martial Arts, This Is the Nuke!"

He had always been completely unrestrained when it came to eliminating enemies. In a way, he was a true mixed martial artist—he would never use cannons if he could use a nuke, never use a longsword if he could use a cannon, and never fight bare-handed if a weapon was available. There's no need to fight honorably against evil people!

However, he soon thought of another way.

"Your satellites and drones here still work, right?"

"They do indeed." The balding Steward nodded slightly as he led Su Zhou toward a crude, temporary camp. "After the Two Realms Fortress was destroyed, our first priority was to set up a new data center. From here, we can observe the feeds from all satellites and drones."

"Good. Requisition one for me."

"We can, but..."

Su Zhou was being completely blunt. The Steward faltered. It wasn't that he found the request difficult; this was a multi-national joint operation, and Su Zhou's administrative rank was at least five levels higher than his. Forget one satellite—Su Zhou would have no problem taking over command of the entire base if he wanted to.

The middle-aged man was mainly just confused about Su Zhou's objective. If Su Zhou was planning to go take on the Celestial God Descent Association by himself, that was absolutely out of the question. Both the Zhengguo Security Bureau and the Harmony Bureau had specifically instructed him on this matter...

"Don't worry. I'll stay right here. I'm not going anywhere."

Su Zhou understood the man's predicament and explained patiently, "However, just because I'm not going over there myself doesn't mean I have no way to attack them."

"A beyond-visual-range attack, get it? I need a satellite to calibrate the trajectory for me, for precise targeting—and of course, I'll also need some ammunition."