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Chapter 1717 Nuclear Bomb Destroys Godzilla
The nascent hope was instantly crushed by a deeper despair!
Instead of killing it, MOP acted like a heavy hammer, smashing a sealed bottle containing an even more terrifying demon!

The command center descended into utter chaos.

The piercing, highest-level nuclear explosion alarm was no longer a series of intermittent screams, but a continuous, tearing metallic wail powerful enough to shatter eardrums.

The air seemed to have solidified into a thick layer of glue, and every breath carried the acrid smell of gunpowder and despair.

On the main screen, the crimson area representing the core region is devouring the surrounding mapping grid at an alarming rate, like a collapsing, malevolent star.

The energy readings had long since exceeded all preset thresholds, and the peak line on the chart no longer fluctuated, but instead remained stuck at the end of the dashboard, becoming a despairing straight line.

General Angelela abruptly looked up, his bloodshot eyes now filled with absolute coldness and resolve, replacing the last trace of hesitation and human pain. His gaze, like two tangible swords, instantly pierced the small, encrypted screen displaying "Shadow Watcher" that had remained silent at the edge of the command console.

That ghost hovering at the edge of the stratosphere, that sword of Damocles, is no longer the last resort.

It became the only answer.

The general's hand, steady without a tremor, reached for a red button on the command platform, protected by a transparent riot shield and requiring dual biometric authentication. His voice, deep and hoarse, rang out through an encrypted channel—separate from all the cacophony of alarms and of absolute priority—possessing the power to end all things:
"'Shadowwatch', this is the 'Deephammer' command center. Final authorization confirmed. Execute 'Melt' protocol. Repeat, execute 'Melt' protocol. Target coordinates: Hellgate Core."

"God……"

He uttered the last few words almost silently, but his fingers pressed down with immense force.

"...Forgive us."

The moment the command was issued, in the corner of the main screen in the command center, the pale gray dot representing the B-2A "Ghost," almost blending into the background, subtly but with an irreversible resolve, changed its course.

It broke away from its elliptical flight path and began to swoop down toward the land that was brewing ultimate destruction.

In the thin atmosphere high above, the B-2A Ghost bomber, codenamed "Night Owl," resembled a black silhouette from the future, its sleek, almost eerie fuselage tearing through the thin air.

Inside the cockpit, contrary to expectations of a cold, automated, and desolate environment, a figure dressed in a fully sealed anti-G suit was restrained to a seat.

The goggles of the mask reflected the faint blue-green light from the dashboard.

The only sounds on the communication channel were the faint hiss of encrypted data streams and the constantly repeating, synthesized female voice that sounded like a countdown to the final judgment: "Target locked. Final bombing route confirmed. Meltdown protocol activated."

Pilot's code name: "Raven".

His gaze swept over the ever-enlarging coordinates of the core of hell on the main display, where the energy radiation level was so high that the edges of the screen turned a warning purplish-red.

There were no gasps of fear, only heavy breathing under the mask due to the immense overload, and a heavy breath that was suppressed by clenched teeth.

His fingers applied steady pressure to the control lever, guiding this multi-billion dollar war machine as it plunged into that boiling hell.

"Air route stable. Bomb bays open."

Raven's voice echoed back to Deephammer through an encrypted channel, hoarse, calm, with a strange sense of closure.

Beneath the fuselage, the streamlined bomb bay doors slid silently to the sides, revealing the hidden destruction within.

The B83-1 nuclear bomb, codenamed "Doomsday Pendulum," gleamed with a cold, hard metallic luster within its massive, dimly lit bomb bay. It was not merely a weapon; it resembled more of a sacrificial vessel prepared for a deity.

At this moment, it was slowly pushed out of the bomb bay by a sophisticated hydraulic system, exposed to the chaotic, scorching, sulfur-smelling updraft below.

The wind swept across its smooth shell, producing a low, mournful sound.

"Bombing procedure initiated. 'Pendulum' released. Countdown..."

Raven's voice was completely flat. His thumb applied the final, decisive pressure to the launch button.

The massive nuclear bomb broke free of its restraints and, following its precisely calculated trajectory, began its final descent.

It spun, its tail fin stabilizing its direction, like a silent grim reaper summoned by gravity, plummeting straight towards the center of that boiling lava crater, towards that wildly spinning, all-consuming dark purple core.

Raven jerked the control stick, and the massive black fuselage of the B-2A Ghost emitted a sickening metallic groan as it struggled to climb upwards at an extreme angle, almost tearing its own structure apart.

The roar of the engine instantly escalated to a piercing shriek, and the exhaust nozzles burst forth with a blinding white light, briefly illuminating the churning darkness below.

His body was pressed tightly against the anti-G seat by the enormous overload, his vision began to darken at the edges, and his blood felt like it was about to burst his eardrums.

But all his will was focused on that ever-shrinking point of light, representing the "pendulum," watching it relentlessly plunge into that boiling, seemingly alive core of hell.

The Deep Hammer command center. Time seemed to stand still.

On the huge main screen, a split screen displayed the trajectory of the B-2A Ghost's rapid ascent and the real-time simulated path of the "doomsday pendulum" falling.

Every beat of my heart was in my throat.

General Angeleira stood like a granite statue, his hands gripping the edge of the command platform tightly, his knuckles white from the excessive force.

He stared intently at the point of light representing the nuclear bomb, watching it get closer and closer to the chilling crimson core coordinates that symbolized the gates of hell.

The air was as heavy as lead, and each flash of the alarm lights felt like a hammer blow to the nerves.

"Target has reached detonation altitude!"

The controller's voice became shrill and distorted, carrying a suffocating feeling of impending doom.

The next second, the main screen was completely engulfed by a pure, domineering, and blinding white light!

That wasn't the light of an explosion; it was a reappearance of the primordial light at the beginning of the universe!

A brand new, raging sun was instantly ignited on the earth.

The intense light radiation swept across everything at the speed of light, instantly burning out all the outward-facing optical sensors in the command center, leaving the screens filled with static and noise.

Then, the physical form of destruction was truly revealed.

A massive fireball, over 1.5 kilometers in diameter, suddenly expanded 600 meters above the core of the Gates of Hell!
(End of this chapter)