Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 885 When Superman Is No Longer Kind

After two rounds of attacks, the four carrier fleets deployed along the coast of the homeland finally arrived at the interception zone, and a large-scale naval battle unprecedented since World War II was about to unfold.

The US has a total of ten carrier strike groups, most of which are based on the mainland. However, for some reason, two groups are stationed at the mouth of the Ganges River, one group is stationed in the Indian Ocean to patrol the ocean, one group is stationed in an island nation to deter Southeast Asia, and two groups are stationed at Pearl Harbor to build a homeland defense perimeter.

However, due to the Red Ribbon Army's rebellion, the island nation's three carrier fleets at Pearl Harbor have lost control and have now been transformed into terrifying biological living fleets, like a knife held to the neck of the bald eagle. Their mission is to prevent this knife from getting close to the mainland, otherwise, given the enemy's biological infection capabilities, even if they win, they will suffer heavy losses.

Before they could even see each other, the war had already begun. Carrier-based aircraft, missiles, and stealthy assassin submarines clashed, soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals, and the two sides launched a fierce offensive.

"High-speed target spotted on port!" The roar on the communications channel was torn apart by electromagnetic noise as the first bio-acid missile struck the carrier deck.

The steel sizzled and turned into a viscous liquid emitting white smoke. The carrier-based aircraft next to it were mostly dissolved before they even had a chance to take off, and the pilots were instantly turned into some kind of viscous biomass waiting to be recycled. And this was just the beginning.

Taking advantage of the fact that the radar reflection of the live weapons was not obvious, the live fleet successfully took the first hit on the US fleet. However, the US fleet was not to be underestimated. Multiple military satellites overhead gave them a more comprehensive view, and since the four fleets were dispersed, most of them were not affected. Therefore, they immediately launched a counterattack.

"Launch anti-ship missiles! Saturation attack!" The commander slammed his fist on the control panel, knocking over a coffee cup worth a fortune, worth $1000.

Three hundred Tomahawk missiles streaked across the sky with fiery trails, displaying an impressive momentum, but encountered numerous obstacles as they approached the living fleet.

The live fleet's close-in weapon systems (CIWS) and Phalanx CIWS were exceptionally efficient, almost instinctively. The three live aircraft carriers, the main targets, seemed to be stimulated by something, opening their annular mouths, similar to those of coelenterates, and spewing out hundreds of viscous biological spores. After exploding in the air, they turned into a dense, all-encompassing mycelial net, forming a second line of defense and causing many missiles to deviate from their trajectories.

The fungal missiles were repeatedly thwarted, and even when they did hit, they could not cause devastating damage. Meanwhile, the damaged biological ships could repair their wounds at an astonishing speed. Even the huge wounds torn by the missiles would be filled with wriggling flesh and blood within ten minutes, which was simply despairing.

Fortunately, after analysis, the mold realized that this super regeneration was not unlimited.

Although these things seem completely unscientific, the basic law of conservation of energy still applies. So, once the enemy's biomass reserves are depleted, the living warship, even if it doesn't starve, will enter a dormant state due to lack of energy.

As for whether it's true or not, nobody knows, because no scientist dares to guarantee it, so they can only bite the bullet and go for it.

Shortly after the anti-ship missile was launched, the sonar operator on the US flagship suddenly let out a short cry of alarm. Dozens of fast-moving shadows suddenly appeared next to the blue signal representing their own submarines on the screen. These were modified living submarines with streamlined hulls covered in scales similar to sharkskin. When sonar waves swept over them, they only received biological noises like migrating whales. This was the reason they had been overlooked before, and now it was a fatal mistake.

The red dots representing enemy live submarines are weaving through the enemy at high speed in a serpentine trajectory. The anti-submarine torpedoes launched by our destroyers are repeatedly missing their targets. These monsters can sense changes in water flow through their skin and can bend their hulls at will like fish, thus enabling them to perform evasive maneuvers that exceed the limits of conventional submarines before preying on their targets.

"Submarine force reports that six submarines have lost contact, including two nuclear submarines." The communications officer's voice trembled uncontrollably, and the lieutenant general in command felt dizzy and wanted to faint.

Before any response could be made, a deafening impact was heard from the port side of an aircraft carrier, as it was hit by a powerful live torpedo the size of a shark's egg.

This type of live torpedo is like a high-speed rotating drill bit, so it only explodes after penetrating deep into the ship's hull, causing more serious damage. With the violent explosion, the ship's tilt angle instantly exceeded 15 degrees, and seawater carrying broken steel plates rushed into the lower compartments, making the situation extremely bad.

The vice admiral in charge of the operation looked at the disappearing blue dots on the screen and, thinking of the Pentagon's order to eliminate the enemy at all costs, gave a bitter smile.

Judging from the current situation, let alone eliminating the enemy, even if we want to buy time, we probably won't be able to do so for long.

With support from their homeland, the U.S. side received a continuous stream of missiles, but the biological warships seemed to be immortal, making them difficult to sink. Even if they were severely damaged and couldn't be repaired in time, they would be torn apart and devoured by other living warships, leaving nothing to waste.

As the core of the living aircraft carrier, it receives the most biomass and is breeding living fighter jets with astonishing efficiency. Biological and chemical missiles are also continuously produced, causing serious biological and chemical pollution to the moldy warship.

So the mold fleet only gained an initial advantage, but was then overwhelmed and forced to unleash the giant mushroom.

But just as the mushroom egg was about to reach the area where the living fleet was located, Superman, with his red cape fluttering in the gale, slowly descended, as if a god had descended from the realm of gods to earth.

Instead of being happy, the mold was horrified because a giant eyeball had appeared on Superman's head. This giant eye, parasitic on Superman's head, constantly secreted viscous neurofluid, controlling his thoughts through nerve threads that penetrated deep into his seven orifices.

When the heat rays tore through the clouds, the mold's mushroom project failed completely, plunging the world into despair, because everyone knew how terrifying Superman would become if he lost control.

Therefore, no one noticed for a moment that the high temperature of the heat rays caused the nerve fluid secreted by the giant eye to evaporate rapidly, and Superman's eyes showed a hint of struggle.

"He's resisting!" the lookout, who was lucky enough to witness this scene, shouted in surprise, but his shout was drowned out by the loud noise from the sky, though it did attract the attention of capable viewers around the world.

After releasing the heat rays, Superman's expression was one of great struggle. His fist, powerful enough to destroy an aircraft carrier, slammed into his own head again and again. Each heavy blow caused the clouds to churn violently and the giant eye parasitizing his head to twitch continuously.

But when the giant eyeball released its nerve current, Superman screamed and was eventually controlled again, returning to the Tower of Destiny in a shaky flight.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the mold fleet immediately withdrew. The severely damaged biological fleet did not pursue them, but instead began to replenish its lost biomass. Tentacles with fangs and huge mouths swayed with the waves, picking up and eating any fallen sea mold they touched, wasting not a single bit.

The White House, which had been closely monitoring the situation, remained silent. They each had a copy of the analytical data report on Superman, so they were well aware of just how terrifying a controlled Superman could be.

They dared to openly provoke and scheme against Superman not because they were audacious and fearless, but simply because they knew that Superman had impeccable moral character.

Now that Superman is controlled by villains, expecting them to be gentle and mild-mannered and laugh off their provocations is pure fantasy.

In other words, the other side has not yet fully controlled Superman. Otherwise, the White House would be destroyed in a second, the Pentagon in a second, global mold bases would be wiped out in an hour, and the world would be dominated in a day.

"No matter the cost, Superman must be rescued." The president put down the latest analysis report and made the decision, which became almost a consensus among everyone.

Despite their various attacks on Superman, they also know that as long as Superman is with Bald Eagle, Bald Eagle will be invincible.

The reason for this is entirely because Superman is too powerful and too kind, and is beyond their control, and does not contribute to the global hegemony of the Bald Eagle.

If Superman were even half as bad as Homelander, these guys would be laughing all the way to the bank, because it would mean they could control Superman using all the methods they're best at.

A Superman who has completely lost his moral compass is someone no one wants to see, so Superman must be rescued. Even if he can't be rescued, he must be killed, otherwise the world will be completely destroyed.

(End of this chapter)