The spell's range covers the entire territory of China? Hand it over to the state.

Across the ocean.

woo-

The low, mournful air raid siren sounded like the death knell.

In this free country, the last time such a sound was heard was during a Cold War-era exercise.

But this is not a drill.

Over Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming.

The sky, once filled with the glow of sunset, was now brutally obscured by a massive black curtain. It wasn't clouds, but billions of tons of volcanic ash and rock debris ejected into the stratosphere by high pressure from underground. They blocked the sun, turning day into night.

Alexander stumbled toward the helicopter emblazoned with the American flag. His eloquence as White House spokesman was utterly useless at this moment; his legs trembled like noodles.

He glanced back.

On the distant horizon, a pillar of black and red fire, connecting heaven and earth, was dancing wildly. How to describe the scene? It was as if God, wielding a red-hot knife, had used irresistible force to cleave open the earth's major artery, and scalding blood gushed out, splattering the sky crimson.

"Quick! Take off! Damn it, take off!"

Alexander roared and scrambled onto the cabin using both his hands and feet.

The helicopter struggled to ascend in the fierce wind. Through the porthole, he saw the highway below packed with fleeing vehicles. Those "free citizens" who would normally draw their guns and shoot each other over a supermarket parking space had now completely ripped off their facade of civilization, resembling a swarm of ants scalded by boiling water.

There was no "for the children" or "women first" sentiment glorified in Hollywood blockbusters.

Faced with a true catastrophe, the lowest limits of humanity were instantly shattered. He witnessed a burly man drag the driver from the driver's seat and shoot him dead, then drive over the people blocking his way and flee in a frenzy.

But what's the use of that?

Alexander shakily pulled out his satellite phone, but all he heard was a busy signal. Just minutes earlier, the president and the real bigwigs of Congress had boarded a "doomsday flight" and flown to an underground bunker deep in the Grand Canyon.

As for the remaining 300 million people?

Sorry, Noah's Ark never sells standing room tickets.

boom--!

A deafening roar, loud enough to shatter eardrums, echoed from afar. The second wave of impact had arrived. A visible shockwave, carrying intense heat, swept across the ground like a giant broom. Forests, houses, vehicles, and screaming crowds were all reduced to dust upon contact.

The helicopter shook violently, and Alexander's head slammed against the glass, blood streaming down his face. He didn't bother wiping it away, staring intently eastward.

That direction is the Pacific Ocean, the sea, and... Longxia.

Just now at the press conference, he was clamoring to redeploy troops and teach Long Xia a lesson. Now it all seems like a joke.

"God..." Alexander muttered to himself, his eyes vacant and his lips trembling, "God has abandoned us... but it seems he lives in Longxia."

Nourishes—

The satellite signal was completely lost, and the screen turned into static.

……

At the same time, in Japan.

If the Eagle Federation is like "dark clouds looming over the city," then this place is a true "scroll of purgatory."

Tokyo, Ginza.

The once bustling and noisy crossroads has now become a wasteland.

The ground was dancing. The asphalt cracked like flaky cookies, revealing scarlet fissures beneath. Lava was gushing out of the subway entrance.

The scene was utterly absurd—office workers dressed in smart suits and carrying briefcases, who were worried about being late and losing their perfect attendance bonus one second, were swallowed up by hot, orange-red liquid gushing from their feet the next, turning into burning charcoal before they could even scream.

On the Shinkansen track, a speeding train is rushing towards its destination at a speed of 300 kilometers per hour.

The driver slammed on the emergency brakes in terror, but it was too late. The mountain ahead—Mount Fuji, which they regarded as a god—was disintegrating.

The perfectly conical mountaintop looks as if it has been halved by a giant, with countless tons of crimson lava flowing down the slope.

sizzle-

That was the sound of melting steel.

The white front of the car crashed into the lava flow, instantly turning red-hot, softening, and then vaporizing. The people inside the car didn't even have time to feel pain before being instantly evaporated into gas by the intense heat.

Inside the Prime Minister's official residence.

The Prime Minister was kneeling on the ground, clutching a red hotline tightly in his hand. It was the highest-level hotline to the capital of Longxia, and his only lifeline at this moment.

"Please answer it...please answer it..."

Tears streamed down his face; he showed none of the composure expected of a leader of the Sakura Kingdom, resembling a stray dog. "We were wrong... We're willing to cede Okinawa, willing to publicly apologize and retract our statements, save us... Only Longxia can save us now..."

Sizzle—sizzle—sizzle—

There was only static in the receiver.

It's not that Longxia wouldn't accept it; it's simply impossible on a physical level.

The violent volcanic eruption disrupted the entire ionosphere, and coupled with the global electromagnetic storm originating from Yellowstone, Japan is now an isolated island.

Outside the window, the sound of air raid sirens was drowned out by the roar of the waves.

The prime minister looked up in despair.

On the eastern horizon, a wall of water over a hundred meters high is advancing. It is no ordinary wave; it is a black reaper carrying seabed silt, shipwreck fragments, and destructive power.

That was the prelude to Lu Chen's downfall.

"It's over..."

The so-called "Bushido spirit" that right-wing politicians are so proud of is utterly useless in the face of this massive wall of water.

……

Longxia, the East China Sea defense line.

This is the forefront of the storm.

Although some distance from the epicenter, global disasters know no borders. The terrifying shockwaves, transmitted across the ocean, were not significantly diminished in power.

Coastal defense company commander Cheng Bin gripped the edge of the bunker tightly, his knuckles turning white.

"Everyone! Hold on tight to something! No matter what happens, don't let go!"

He roared until his throat was hoarse, but in the face of the raging wind and waves, his voice was barely louder than a mosquito's buzz.

All the warriors stared wide-eyed at the approaching monster.

That was a wall.

A black cliff connects the sky and the sea. It is nearly two hundred meters high, and its rolling waves, mixed with the wreckage of broken ships and the corpses of deep-sea monsters, block out all the light from the east. In the face of this mighty force that can flatten the folds of the earth's crust, the reinforced concrete dike that mankind has spent decades building is as fragile as building blocks on the beach.

Are you afraid?

That's for sure. It's an instinct ingrained in the genes of living beings when facing natural enemies.

But no one backed down.

Cheng Bin gritted his teeth, thinking of his elderly mother at home and his newborn daughter. If this wave crashed down, it would affect several coastal provinces…

"Company commander... this... can this really hold them off?"

The new recruit next to him asked a question with a tearful voice.