Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1180 The Terrifying Dark Ruler

When seawater comes into contact with the flame, it instantly evaporates into a large amount of water vapor, forming a hazy fog area. This is both a physical vaporization phenomenon and a chemical oxidation-reduction reaction.

The salt in the sea water precipitated under high temperature, forming a thin layer of salt mist, which added a bit of mystery and unpredictability to the disaster.

Boom boom boom——

Following a series of deafening explosions, the three warships suddenly collided into each other as if controlled by an invisible giant hand. The scene was thrilling.

These warships, including a Burke-class destroyer and two frigates, were originally carrying out different missions at sea, but their fates were linked by a sudden disaster.

The source of the explosion may be a hit to the ammunition depot on the warship, or an explosion caused by a runaway reactor.

Under the terrifying impact force comparable to that of a 10,000-ton punching and forging machine, the warship's hull was ruthlessly crushed and squeezed like a fragile cardboard, eventually forming an indivisible whole.

The Burke-class destroyer, this steel behemoth that once sailed proudly on the sea, is now in pieces and its original shape is almost unrecognizable.

The armored steel plates on the hull were torn into irregular pieces, like a metal target plate that had been hit hard by a huge hammer, covered with cracks and dents.

The structure inside the hull was also completely destroyed, the partitions between the cabins were torn, the pipelines were broken, and the oil and seawater mixed together to form a chaotic liquid world.

At the moment of the warship collision, the energy generated is equivalent to the power of thousands of tons of TNT explosion, enough to cause a small earthquake on the seabed.

The huge impact force caused the sea water under the warship to be compressed instantly, forming a high-pressure water wall, which then quickly spread out, forming circles of water waves that spread outward.

These water waves superimpose on the surrounding waves, producing complex interference phenomena and forming spectacular whirlpools.

The water flow in the center of the vortex is extremely fast, as if it is going to suck everything around it in, while the edge is relatively calm, forming a strange visual contrast.

As the warships began to sink, their weight caused the surrounding seawater to produce a significant downwelling current, which formed a low-pressure area on the seabed, attracting more seawater to flow in.

As the warships gradually sank to the bottom of the sea, the mud and gravel they brought with them were also deposited, forming a thick layer of sediment.

Finally, when all the kinetic energy was exhausted, the three warships sank unwillingly into the depths of the sea, leaving behind only circles of gradually dissipating ripples and the pungent smell of burnt steel in the air as proof of their existence.

In this sea shrouded in chaos and destruction, the sky seemed to be pressed extremely low by thick leaden clouds. Driven by the storm, the waves became wild and unruly, hitting the broken warships again and again, making a deafening sound.

The distant horizon was obscured by thick black smoke, which was the trace of destruction brought by Gatanjea, a powerful entity.

All those who witnessed this, whether they were bystanders standing on observation ships far away from the battlefield and witnessing the tragedy through telescopes, or survivors who experienced the catastrophe personally and were on the brink of life and death, their hearts were deeply shocked by this sudden disaster and fell into an unprecedented state of stagnation.

Their eyes were empty and blurry, as if their souls had been ruthlessly extracted at this moment, leaving only empty shells, trembling helplessly in this cold, cruel world.

The sea breeze blew by with a salty and humid smell, but it could not blow away the silence and despair on their faces.

In this dead silence, only the roar of the waves and the occasional explosion in the distance reminded people that the war was still going on and the hope of survival was still swaying in the faint candlelight.

"Fire!" At this moment of despair and chaos, the commander of the American fleet, a middle-aged man with a resolute face but unable to hide his fatigue, gave the order to counterattack.

As the order was given, expensive cruise missiles whizzed out from the ship's launch pads, like arrows of revenge thrown by the angry god himself.

They drew brilliant and deadly tracks in the night sky, cutting through the sky and heading straight for the giant monster Gatanjea not far away, carrying the breath of death.

These missiles were originally designed to strike targets hundreds, thousands or even tens of thousands of kilometers away, but now they are launched at a "face-to-face" distance that can almost touch the enemy's body, which far exceeds the designers' expectations and imagination.

However, faced with such a desperate situation, any hesitation is a luxury.

Not launching means sitting and waiting for death; launching, even if the hope is slim, is always better than waiting in despair.

Faced with such a choice, no matter who it is, they will make the decision without hesitation.

The whistling sound of missiles and the rapid breathing of the crew members intertwined to form a tragic prelude.

"Prepare for impact—"

The commander's voice sounded again.

All crew members acted quickly, holding on to any object that could secure themselves, whether it was a handrail, railing or seat, which became their lifeline in the impending disaster.

Their faces were filled with tension and fear, but more of it was the desire to survive.

boom! ! ! ! !
The missile hit Gatanjea, and at that moment, the whole world seemed to be lit up.

The fireball produced by the explosion reached a diameter of one hundred meters, like a small sun falling to the earth, releasing dazzling light and instantly illuminating the entire sea.

The terrifying high temperature, particle flow and shock wave were like a violent beast, wreaking havoc on everything around it.

The waves were lifted dozens of meters high by this force, turning into a huge wall of water, and then slammed back into the sea, stirring up layers of huge waves.

The warship shook violently under the shock wave of the explosion, like a leaf struggling in a storm.

The ship, which had not yet escaped far, suffered severe damage. The tilted hull formed a terrifying 45-degree angle with the sea surface, and it seemed as if it would capsize at any time.

The American Navy on the ship faced an unprecedented crisis. They were thrown out by the sudden force, like dolls tossed by an invisible hand, rolling and colliding violently in the narrow cabin.

The crisp sound of breaking bones, desperate cries and the sound of twisting metal intertwined together to form a picture of hell on earth.

When everything finally calmed down, when the raging storm and flames gradually dissipated, when the warship barely managed to keep its balance in the waves, the survivors fell onto the cold, slippery deck, their faces and bodies covered with scars and blood. Many people had lost their lives and turned into cold corpses.

Their expressions were frozen in the fear and unwillingness at that moment, as if expressing their desire for life and helplessness towards death.

(End of this chapter)