Chapter 121 120: Actions of Various Nations
Tokyo's core area.
At the moment those two beams of light tearing through the night sky collided, the world seemed to lose all sound.
Torrents of crimson and deep purple clashed fiercely in mid-air, their intersection erupting with a light comparable to the sun!
The light was so pure and violent that it instantly pierced and evaporated the purple-black clouds of madness shrouding Tokyo's core.
For the first time, the night sky revealed its original deep blue hue, even showing a few sparse stars, but their light was as weak as a candle flame compared to the energy of the impact below.
Then, the violent energy shockwave arrived late, yet it was even more lethal!
"Boom—!!!!!!!"
It expanded rapidly from the point of impact, spreading in all directions and continuing to ravage the already scarred core of Tokyo!
Objects around the colliding sphere—all matter, whether surviving building skeletons, reinforced concrete on the ground, or dust and energy residue in the air...
...were instantly decomposed, ionized, and turned into basic particles, merging into that destructive orb of light!
The orb of light expanded to nearly a hundred meters in diameter before slowly stalling and dissipating, leaving behind an absolutely clean, circular basin.
The interior of the basin was scorched into glass by the intense heat; crimson lightning pulsed within the purple-black misty energy... Far beyond the coastline, the fleets of various nations watched.
Whether it was the hundred-thousand-ton steel behemoths of the Dragon Country, America's carrier Enterprise, or vessels from other nations, the decks were already crowded with people.
Without orders, everyone stepped out of their cabins in unison, gazing toward Tokyo at the purple-red light that had flared and then slowly dimmed, and the terrifying energy aftermath that rose and lingered.
No instruments were needed to detect it; that destructive Intimidation, still clearly discernible across kilometers of sea, washed over every ship like freezing seawater, clutching at everyone's throats.
Many soldiers composed of ordinary Reincarnators stumbled back, their faces pale and foreheads sweating, as if facing the Last Judgment of myth.
Dragon Country Aircraft Carrier, command tower platform.
Luna stood with his hands behind his back, his purple eyes staring at the distant sky stained with crimson and deep purple, his gaze calm and steady.
The faint purple-gold light naturally circulating around him easily blocked the incoming waves of violent energy.
"It seems that not only has the Japan's Ghost Prison appeared, but his strength has also reached the level of a Corpse Slaughter Hunter."
His voice wasn't loud, yet it pierced the sea breeze and reached the ears of those behind him clearly, showing little surprise as if everything was expected.
"Isn't he on the Hive Lord path?"
Xuanwu, standing beside him, had returned to his human form, but his face still held a look of shock and uncertainty.
Though the aura was far away, the pure pressure of power was even stronger than his own.
"Don't forget what he sacrificed."
Luna's tone was flat, yet every word carried immense weight.
"The flesh and souls of tens of millions of living beings were forcibly converted into the purest, most frenzied nourishment. With such a massive sacrifice, it's not surprising he pushed himself to this height. In fact..."
He paused, a purple glow flickering in his eyes.
"This is likely far from his limit."
Luna, who could mobilize national fortune and deeply understood the relationship between collective power and individual capacity, knew the terror and potential of the path Ghost Prison walked better than anyone.
It was an evil path, diametrically opposed to his own, yet one that also touched the fundamental rules of the world.
Using absolute deprivation and sacrifice in exchange for the infinite expansion of individual power.
In the Mad Prison home field created by Ghost Prison himself, unless his core could be destroyed before he completely finished his ascension to godhood, once successful, conventional means would no longer be able to restrain him.
If he had chosen Hive Lord, he would have faced the same situation as Ghost Prison.
However, compared to Ghost Prison's sacrifice, he would have had to use the national fortune. Doing so would have touched the very foundation of the Dragon Country; while he would easily become powerful, the Dragon Country would weaken in turn.
Moreover, the current Dragon Country needed a top-tier combatant to stabilize the situation. Although Hive Lord suited him better, for the sake of the big picture, he chose Corpse Slaughter, pursuing individual limits to become the current Spirit pillar of the Dragon Country.
Luna took one last look at the area shrouded in destructive brilliance. A flash of purple-gold lightning crossed his eyes as he turned silently, his robes fluttering slightly.
"Relay orders to all ships."
Luna's voice regained its usual steady majesty, but with a hint of cold decisiveness.
"Enter final strike preparation. Lock onto Tokyo's core coordinates. Once we confirm that [Night]'s life aura has completely vanished, execute the Purification Protocol immediately without further consultation."
The order was brief but as heavy as a mountain.
This meant that if Lilith was defeated, or if Ghost Prison's power spiraled out of control and threatened the world, the pre-set final plan to completely level Tokyo or even the Japan with nuclear weapons would be launched immediately.
"Yes!"
From behind came a low and firm response... America, the carrier Enterprise.
Forti stood atop the island of the ship, his dark red pupils also fixed on Tokyo.
He sensed it more clearly than others; the Bloodline Power within him, originating from Lilith, allowed him to vaguely feel the two violent auras clashing at the center of the battlefield.
Master's aura remained strong; in fact, a more terrifying explosion was brewing within a certain suppression.
But Ghost Prison's aura had indeed reached a heart-stopping new height after the collision.
"It seems the nations can no longer sit still."
Forti murmured to himself, a cold curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.
He could feel that not just the Dragon Country, but the fleets of several other major powers with nuclear strike capabilities were also suddenly tense. Invisible communication waves zipped through the air, conveying the same vigilance and killing intent.
Master needed time, and a relatively clean battlefield.
"Notify the sentries and neighboring fleets."
Forti instructed the adjutant beside him, his voice brook no opposition.
"Activate highest-level electronic jamming and anti-missile early warning. Within our designated safety zone, any movement without America's explicit permission—be it nuclear or missile launches—will be considered a hostile act. And for hostile acts, we shall naturally respond with 'courtesy'!"
His mission was to clear an undisturbed hunting ground for his Master.
As for whether the Intimidation would succeed, it would depend on how much weight the name of America still carried today, after the descent of the Main God Game.
"The battle is almost over."
Forti looked toward Tokyo, a bloody light faintly appearing in his eyes...