Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1190: Gatanjea's Black Mist

However, even the best-laid plans cannot fully protect against unexpected disasters.

The explosion of the hydrogen bomb was not just a physical disaster. It was more like a key that opened Pandora's box, unleashing a series of chain reactions that pushed this once prosperous city into the abyss.

The electromagnetic wave impact generated by the hydrogen bomb explosion is like an invisible tsunami, spreading rapidly around with the explosion point as the center.

This force exceeded the limits of human technology. Even the capital city and financial district far away from the explosion point were not spared.

On the streets of the capital area, the originally orderly traffic system was paralyzed in an instant, traffic lights lost control, vehicles collided in disorder, and pedestrians panicked and looked for shelter.

In the Financial Street, in those towering skyscrapers, high-intensity electromagnetic waves are like invisible blades, directly penetrating the thick metal protective layer and destroying the sophisticated hardware facilities in the data center.

The hard disk emitted a sharp whistling sound under the impact of the electromagnetic pulse, and then failed completely. A large amount of data was lost or damaged during the transmission process, as if the memory of human wisdom was ruthlessly erased.

“We tried our best,”

An engineer's voice sounded particularly heavy in the noisy emergency command center.

His eyes were bloodshot and his face was filled with fatigue and helplessness.

The screen in front of him, which was supposed to show a chart of real-time data flow, was now blank and had a flashing error message.

"However, the impact of the electromagnetic pulse was far beyond our expectations. We thought the backup system could withstand such a shock, but it was not. A lot of critical data was lost during the backup process, and the data that was successfully transferred could not be delivered to the decision makers who needed it in time due to the interruption of communication."

As soon as the engineer finished speaking, another technician anxiously added: "What's worse is that our communication system has also been severely affected. Telephone lines, radio signals, and even satellite communications are not working properly due to electromagnetic interference. Now, we have almost lost contact with the outside world."

"It's too late. The monster won't give us this chance."

A deep and powerful voice rang out among the crowd. It came from a high-level commander, and his tone was full of determination and helplessness.

Luther had planned all this long ago.

Although attacking the naval fleet could cause severe damage to America, it would not be enough to completely destroy this beacon of human civilization.

So he summoned Gatanjea, the nightmare from ancient times, intending to cripple America in one fell swoop.

Gatanje did not rush directly to the already devastated capital area and financial street as people expected.

Instead, it began to use its own shadow, the black mist, which was an existence beyond human cognition.

Ink-like black fog continuously gushed out from that huge body. The black fog not only quickly covered the earth, but also climbed to the sky, interweaving with the dark clouds, obscuring the originally clear sky.

Black fog is not simple smoke. It transcends the constraints of physical laws, has no mass, and cannot be reached by conventional weapons.

When a bullet passes through it, it is like shooting into the void; when a missile explodes, it can only stir up a circle of invisible ripples at its edge, and then dissipate invisibly.

These black mists seemed like nightmares escaping from the cracks of another dimension. They silently penetrated into every inch of space, and wherever they touched, all life was lost.

People soon discovered that if they inhaled the black mist, the consequences would be disastrous.

In mild cases, the whole body will feel weak, muscles will gradually lose control, and eventually become completely paralyzed; in severe cases, vitality will quickly fade away, the body will shrink from the inside out, and only a skeleton will be left to witness the disappearance of life. Even more disturbing is that the black fog also contains a strange kind of ions, which have the ability to interfere with electronic equipment.

Car engines suddenly stalled without any warning, and drivers panicked as they tried to restart them, only to be met with a dead silent dashboard.

The plane lost control and fell in the air, and with the screams and despair of the passengers, it turned into a fireball and slammed heavily into the ground.

When communication equipment loses signal, all tools that can contact the outside world, such as mobile phones, walkie-talkies, and radios, have become useless scrap metal.

The whole city seemed to be paused and fell into silence, with only people's screams of fear and cries of despair remaining.

At this moment, Gatanjea's huge claws were waving in the air like claws stretched out from hell.

Every swing was accompanied by a thunderous roar and a gust of wind, as if it was going to tear the whole world apart.

Every swing of the giant pincers was accompanied by a gust of wind that swept away everything on the ground.

No matter whether it was ruins or sturdy buildings, they all seemed so fragile under its giant claws, as if they would be crushed into powder with just the slightest touch.

Every touch of the giant claws was accompanied by an earth-shaking vibration.

In the capital and the financial district, those who have survived are facing unprecedented difficulties.

Not only did they have to deal with problems such as fire and radiation pollution caused by the hydrogen bomb explosion; they also had to be on guard against possible attacks from Gatanjea at any time.

Naturally, none of these worked and all efforts seemed to be in vain.

The ground force's attack seemed so powerless under the erosion of the black fog and the sweep of the giant claws.

The soldiers, holding their guns, tried to charge towards Gatanjea, but their figures were quickly swallowed up by the black fog and disappeared from people's sight.

The occasional gunshots seemed so weak and powerless that they could not cause any harm to Gatanjea.

And those soldiers who were fortunate enough not to be swallowed by the black fog were also facing the threat of the giant claws.

They could only watch the huge pincers waving in the air, and every touch was accompanied by a loud noise and a gust of wind, which made them feel extremely scared and desperate.

What's even more desperate is that Gatanje's body is surrounded by hundreds of tentacles, which twist like living things, and each one is enough to easily destroy a tank.

The ends of the tentacles are as sharp as blades, flashing with cold light. They dance wildly in the air, weaving a web of death that tightly binds any creature that dares to approach.

Those soldiers and civilians who were unfortunately entangled by the tentacles screamed miserably as their bodies were squeezed by the tentacles, but were soon swallowed up by the black fog and disappeared from people's sight.

“Is America finished too?”

This sentence became a common question in the minds of leaders around the world. They witnessed the tragic situation in America through the remaining satellite communication equipment, and their hearts were filled with fear and powerlessness.

(End of this chapter)