The establishment of the Time Travelers Alliance began in the first year of Conan

Chapter 181 The Sorrow of the Gate

The operation went almost beyond GSSRA's expectations.

Few major changes were made to the tanker's internal structure.

Under the cover of thick fog, the GSSRA commandos advanced so quickly that the command center that received the information could hardly believe the intelligence they received.

Those who had originally chosen to betray chose to surrender at the first opportunity.

They raised their hands without hesitation, and some even led the way for GSSRA with gritted teeth.

"Don't shoot! We're willing to cooperate!"

"They're at the bottom! The commander is still there!"

Then, this smooth progress only lasted until the soldiers broke through the last unnecessary line of defense and reached the location where the commander was located, as the surrenderers said, at the bottom of the entire tanker.

Because Ye Wenjie had already arranged a final feint to attract the attention of the two timelines.

"After allocating a portion of the time crystal in the TDD, it is no longer possible for us to maintain ourselves from being reset outside the range of the gate radiation."

"But we must make the dual timelines think we are trying to delay until the Alliance's reinforcement arrives. We cannot show the weakness of our equipment."

"Otherwise, the dual timelines might notice that Senna's disappearance is unusual."

A voice suggested.

"Can I use only the battery module to power the acceleration system?"

"The perpetual motion system connected to the gate is still functioning, and the battery recharges almost instantly. Furthermore, as long as the CYZ effect is underway, it will be difficult for the dual timelines to figure out what we're using to power TDD."

This suggestion caused the data displayed in the air to fluctuate. The analyst changed a few numbers, and finally he shook his head.

"It's probably too late."

"If we only use the battery function, the acceleration system can last for about twenty seconds. Taking into account the time it takes to return and recharge, we can only use it for less than ten seconds."

"No, I think we can give it a try."

Ye Wenjie's guard captain stood up and said that he was confident that he could stop all the opponents by himself.

"My acceleration system score is A. Using 25x acceleration, I alone can handle it. At least before the bottom layer of the ship's structure is destroyed, they won't be able to pass through that corridor."

Then everything changed.

The influence range of [Circular Gate] turned into a fortress that GSSRA could never break through.

The elite soldiers of GSSRA finally reached the influence range of the [Circular Gate].

In the steel corridor at the bottom, the elite soldiers of GSSRA truly faced the power of the Alliance for the first time.

For these commandos, they had no idea what was going on.

They clearly pulled the trigger when they saw the figure on the infrared device, but in just a moment, the enemy who was still several meters away disappeared, and then a blurry black shadow appeared behind them.

The captain of the guard was moving back and forth in this somewhat narrow corridor. He was able to break down the defenses of all the soldiers in the corridor with such precision at a speed that no one could catch up with.

The magazine and the gun barrel were cut open by the monomolecular knife like butter, as were the tactical knives, the detonators of grenades, and even the lamps worn on the chest that provided light in the dim and narrow corridors.

This was not a battle, but more like a one-sided massacre.

The soldier at the end just blinked, and he saw the lights in front of him that were still on go out one by one.

Then, the comrade standing in front of him suddenly fell down as if he had lost consciousness.

Fear gripped his heart along with the darkness, and he almost subconsciously pressed the radio button frantically:
"They are not human—we have encountered the devil—!"

Then the next second, the captain of the guard came back after changing the battery.

In the end, all that was transmitted to the communication channel was intermittent electromagnetic noise - and the echo of the gun hitting the ground when it fell.

For the few soldiers who stayed on the deck, they easily commanded the transport ships in the distance to approach, handcuffed the surrendered personnel one by one, and made them line up to be escorted away.

They even had time to start whistling.

"I didn't expect this operation to go so smoothly. I thought—"

Then they suddenly heard a terrified scream over the radio.

"Wait—there's only one of them!"

Immediately afterwards, a chaotic shouting was heard on the communication channel.

"We need backup!—They're demons!"

The last cry for help was replaced by a harsh noise a moment later, and finally only a dead silence remained.

Everyone in the command center was silent.

On the tactical map on the screen, the signals of the third team went out one after another, like faint lights swallowed by darkness.

As the third team also lost contact, the command had to admit that their plan was only half successful.

"Fortunately, the third team was able to send out some blurry images in the end."

A technician reported in a low voice as he played the blurry video in slow motion.

The picture was blurry and chaotic, and all one could see was a vague figure suddenly disappearing and then suddenly appearing in front of or behind the soldiers.

This was followed by the camera tilting and tilting its perspective in all directions, until finally all that was left was "signal loss" on the screen.

The commander stared at the dimmed camera feeds, then thought for a moment.

"Have the divers immediately blast a tunnel through the bottom layer of the tanker to let the water in. Then have the frogmen put on their submersibles and go in."

Someone turned around in astonishment: "Sir?! If the seawater floods in, our troops——"

The commander interrupted the officer's questioning.

"They're moving very fast, but the resistance of air and seawater is different." "But sir! The biological signals of everyone in those three teams show that they are still alive!"

The commander's eyes were calm as he slowly uttered a word.

"That was the result they intentionally displayed by interfering with the instruments. They are all dead."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment. The officer who sent out his elite troops was still trying to persuade his superiors:
"But is it possible that the scientific frontier wants us to be cautious—"

His words came to an abrupt end under the oppressive gaze of his superior, which was like a sharp knife. The naval captain clenched his teeth and his eyes immediately became moist.

The cold voice paused, and finally he made a certain compromise.

"Have the Fourth Squadron evacuate with their bodies, and have the frogmen evacuate with oxygen tanks."

This time no one objected.

Even Hattori Heiji opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he just sat there in a daze, staring at the red dots on the screen that were fading one by one.

It was he who proposed that the GSSRA not use nuclear weapons. What reason does he have to stop it now?

"Boy, I know what you want to say."

Hermann nudged him with his elbow. He seemed to be reminiscing about his past time on the battlefield. His tone was terrifyingly calm. Only at this moment did one feel that he was a lieutenant general and not a veteran.

"How can there be a war without the dead?"

After receiving the order, the frogman team immediately took action and installed the explosives according to the instructions of their superiors.

With a slight explosion, the entire tanker trembled slightly, and the hull slowly tilted toward the side where the seawater was pouring in.

A gap about five or six meters wide opened up in the hull, and the dark sea water rushed into the lowest cabin.

Several fully armed frogmen adjusted the submersibles. As the vanguard, they carefully held their spear guns and quickly dived into the bottom deck along the turbulent water.

Beneath the water, the beam of the tactical light penetrated the murky mist, outlining the dilapidated and empty engine room in the shadows.

And there, stood an indescribable door—the [Gate of Circulation].

It looks like metal, but also like some unknown synthetic material, and its surface has a flowing texture that seems like a living thing.

The main structure, interwoven with black and silver, is about ten meters high. The edges of the door frame are inlaid with complex and intertwined pipes, and six dim blue light bands flicker in an undulating manner like a living thing breathing.

And just as the frogmen landed on the deck, the halo of the door seemed to sense their presence, and a faint golden light began to flicker in the groove at the top of the door.

It was obvious that something was about to come out from the other side.

The dual timelines immediately urged everyone to take action, and Hattori Heiji felt that the atmosphere in the entire operations room had completely changed in an instant.

"Destroy that thing immediately!"

The GSSRA command system went into a frenzy almost instantly, and everyone's tactical channel was flooded with urgent orders.

"Don't worry about casualties, try to cut off the connection with that door immediately!"

Those soldiers who had been rational and cautious just now suddenly turned into wild beasts like wolves. They very cautiously and coincidentally gathered outside the influence range of the door.

Then choose the safest and most brutal way to pour fire towards the door!

Even the Fourth Detachment, which was originally evacuating with its soldiers, turned back.

The moment the captain of the guard began to disarm the frogmen, they even started throwing grenades and even small high explosives at the glowing door, regardless of their own safety.

The violent explosion stirred up a large amount of foam in the water in front of the door, and the sea water mixed with the smell of blood filled the entire cabin.

In the command room, more than a dozen screens connected to cameras showed everyone that the golden light almost occupied the entire screen.

The enormous pressure brought by this unknown fear finally made the commander unable to bear it, and he grabbed the communicator.

"Coordinates 21.30°N, 157.85°W, launch a torpedo immediately!"

The electronic signal immediately traveled through the communication system to a submarine lurking not far away. Then, as the operator inside the submarine slid his finger across the console—

A nuclear torpedo that locked onto the target coordinates slid silently out of the launch tube and quickly moved towards the target in the dark deep sea.

A dozen seconds later, the nuclear torpedo exploded.

The violent shock instantly engulfed the entire tanker.

Right at the bottom of the ship, an indescribable dazzling white light tore through the dark deep sea. The fireball from the nuclear bomb explosion spread in all directions at an irresistible speed, directly vaporizing the surrounding water layer.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying shock wave exploded underwater, and the seawater swept by the impact of the explosion swept everything with terrifying kinetic energy.

The steel hull was vulnerable to this devastating force, and the structure of the bottom was torn into pieces.

This is true for steel, and even more so for humans. In the face of such absolute destruction, no one has any ability to resist.

Especially those soldiers closest to the door,

Most of them were instantly carbonized by the high temperature, and then the shock wave and sea water shattered the charcoal, and the broken limbs were mixed with the churning sea water and poured into the cabin.

The [Gate of Circulation] was destroyed.

When the aftermath of the explosion subsided, all that remained on the sea was a charred wreckage and surging blood-red waves. The rising sun dispelled the thick fog that seemed to have never existed.

With several loud whistle sounds, the GSSRA salvage vessels and rescue ships began to move towards the wreckage of the Explorer in the last sea mist that was golden by the morning sun.

Once again, the familiar salvage work began.

At the same time, on the beach near the harbor where no evacuation notice was given and tourists were still laughing, a black watch was washed ashore by the waves.

As the small tsunami caused by the nuclear bomb explosion caused chaos and people fled in panic, a lifeguard who was trying to direct everyone to evacuate suddenly froze in his eyes.

"Hey! There's a guy over there who was knocked unconscious by the waves!"

(End of this chapter)