If I made you a special forces soldier, would you become a terrestrial god?

When the letter of unconditional surrender from Country M, written in humble terms and filled with pleading, was urgently sent to the capital of China through various diplomatic channels.

Inside the Dragon Kingdom's supreme command headquarters, the long-suppressed atmosphere was instantly ignited.

"We won!"

"We won!"

An elderly general with graying temples slammed his military cap to the ground in a fit of emotion, tears welling in his fierce eyes.

The staff and personnel around them all dropped the documents in their hands, embraced each other passionately, and cheers almost lifted the dome of the entire command post.

They witnessed history.

A former hegemon of an era ended in the most humiliating way.

The dawn of a new era is rising slowly, accompanied by the roar of the Eastern dragon.

However, amidst this sea of ​​jubilation, Commander-in-Chief Lin Weiguo kept his eyes glued to the large screen, his tense nerves not relaxing in the slightest.

On the screen, the golden dragon that had been coiled over the Pacific Ocean did not turn back to Kunlun as they had expected.

What is he doing?

A sense of foreboding welled up in Lin Weiguo's heart.

"Contact General Su Chen!"

"Tell him that Country M has surrendered, the mission is complete, and he should return to base immediately!"

The communications officer immediately began operating, but no matter how he tried, all the signals he sent went unanswered.

"Reporting to Commander-in-Chief! Contact cannot be established!"

"The energy reading on the screen... Oh my god! It's accelerating!"

"The destination... is eastward! He's crossing the Pacific Ocean at a speed we can't comprehend!"

The atmosphere in the command center, which had just been boiling, instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Everyone stared in astonishment at the golden streak on the screen that was so fast it left a trail of afterimages.

He didn't come back.

He went in another direction.

A direction that makes all Chinese people uneasy.

Above the sky, the golden dragon, which had just feasted on a "nuclear energy feast," had no intention of returning home immediately.

Su Chen slowly turned his enormous golden dragon head, which was as big as a mountain.

Those enormous dragon eyes, like two golden suns, seemed to pierce through endless time and space.

It landed on the other side of the Pacific Ocean.

It landed on that island nation that left an indelible mark on him and the entire Dragon Kingdom.

Japan.

Although he had previously personally uprooted and razed the filthy Yasukuni Shrine to the ground.

The souls of those Class A war criminals were cast into the deepest hell, where they will never be reborn.

But he always felt it wasn't enough.

Can demolishing a temple and killing a few souls wash away a century-old blood feud?

Can the wronged souls of those millions of compatriots who were slaughtered finally rest in peace?

Scenes from history flashed through Su Chen's mind.

On that ancient land, the mountains and rivers were shattered, and corpses littered the fields.

The cries of women and children, and the roars of soldiers, still seem to echo in my ears.

The source of all this evil was the culprit who started the war but was cleverly packaged as an innocent symbol afterward.

Their totem, their spiritual pillar.

They remained high above, enjoying the offerings and worship of countless people in that country.

This is unfair.

A chilling, bone-deep coldness flashed in Su Chen's golden dragon eyes.

He is not a saint and cannot repay evil with good.

He cultivates a state of mind where his thoughts are clear and unobstructed.

Today, he will use the most direct, shocking, and unreasonable way to tell that forgetful and unrepentant nation.

What? It's called the cycle of karma.

What does it mean that good and evil will ultimately be rewarded?

Blood debts must be repaid with blood.

Now that we've come this far...

So, there are some historical issues.

It's time to resolve this once and for all.

"roar--!!!"

A dragon's roar, filled with boundless killing intent, once again resounded through the sky!

The dragon's roar contained a raging inferno that caused the Pacific Ocean to churn.

The golden dragon, its enormous body that blotted out the sky, suddenly trembled!

His body transformed into a golden streak of light, instantly traversing a distance of thousands of kilometers!

He appeared in the skies above Japan!

When that golden dragon, several kilometers long and exuding overwhelming power, appeared without warning in the sky above Tokyo.

Time seemed to have been paused throughout the city.

next second.

An unprecedented and immense panic, like the shockwave of a nuclear explosion, swept through every corner!

Countless Japanese people poured out of their homes, offices, and shopping malls.

They looked up at the golden figure in the sky that cast a huge shadow and exuded endless divine power.

Everyone's face was filled with extreme fear and despair.

"A dragon...it's a dragon! It's the divine dragon of the Dragon Kingdom!"

"How did he get here? Didn't the US launch a nuclear missile at him?"

"What...what's he doing here?!"

"Run! The end of the world is coming!"

Screams, cries, the sounds of cars crashing, the piercing wail of air raid sirens...

In every corner of Tokyo, it rises and falls.

In just a few minutes, the bustling international metropolis was completely thrown into chaos!

The official residence of the Prime Minister of Japan.

The cabinet members, who had just been urgently discussing how to deal with the dramatic changes in the international situation following the defeat of the United States, all rushed to the window.

They stared at the dragon in the sky, their faces pale, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

"Baka! Why did he come to Tokyo?!"

"Quickly! Deploy the Air Self-Defense Force! No! Order them not to take off! We absolutely cannot provoke him!"

The Japanese Prime Minister, a middle-aged man with meticulously combed hair, could no longer maintain his composure. He grabbed his assistant's collar and roared wildly.

"Emergency communication! Connect with the Dragon Kingdom! Tell them we are willing to submit! We are willing to pay any price! As long as he leaves!"

However, it was all too late.

Su Chen completely ignored the Japanese civilians below who were fleeing in panic like ants.

His cold, emotionless dragon eyes moved slowly.

Ultimately, they settled on a large, classically styled building complex in the heart of Tokyo.

Japan, the Imperial Palace of the Emperor!

That place is a symbol of what Japan calls "an unbroken imperial lineage."

It is the highest totem of their national spirit.

Indeed, it was the root of the evil of that war of aggression back then!

"This is it."

Su Chen, in the form of a golden dragon, spoke in human language.

His voice, like a rolling thunderclap, exploded in the sky above Tokyo!

The voice clearly reached the ears of every terrified soul below, carrying a judgmental majesty.

then.

He opened his enormous dragon mouth, a mouth large enough to devour the heavens and the earth.

Within the imperial palace.

The newly enthroned Emperor of Japan is holding a secret meeting with his core members of the imperial family in his palace.

The loud commotion outside had already made them uneasy.

When Su Chen's judgmental voice rang out, they could no longer remain calm.

Everyone scrambled out of the palace and looked up at the sky.

When you see that open, bottomless dragon's mouth, and the golden light that begins to gather within it, even more dazzling than the sun.

All the royal family members were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, defecating and urinating involuntarily.

"No...don't..."

The new emperor, a man who had always considered himself a descendant of the gods and maintained an arrogant demeanor, now let out a desperate wail like a pig being slaughtered.

He wanted to beg for mercy.

He wanted to kneel down and kowtow.

But he couldn't even speak a complete sentence.

Because, above the sky.

The golden sphere of energy, brighter and hotter than the sun, rapidly condensed and compressed in his mouth!

That was the purest dragon breath he had condensed after absorbing the energy of nearly a hundred nuclear bombs!

It contains a terrifying power at the level of laws, enough to burn everything to nothingness!

That golden dragon flame orb, which had been condensed to its maximum, was uttered!

It did not transform into rays.

Instead, it transformed into a golden sea of ​​fire that swept across the heavens and the earth!

With a speed that surpassed the limits of human cognition, it crashed down upon the Imperial Palace below!

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Space seemed to freeze at that moment.

That golden sea of ​​fire precisely covered the entire area of ​​the Imperial Palace!

No, there was no earth-shattering explosion.

No, a devastating shockwave.

Only one pure white!

That white light was so dazzling, so blinding!

As a result, people throughout Japan, and even the entire Northeast Asia region, were temporarily blinded for a moment!

The world fell into absolute silence and pure white.

As that blinding white light slowly dissipated.

As countless people, with tears in their eyes, recover from temporary blindness.

They witnessed a scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

Downtown Tokyo.

That vast Imperial Palace, which symbolized Japan's thousand-year glory, has completely disappeared from the map.

Instead.

It is a huge, circular, glass-like pit with a diameter of over tens of kilometers and an unfathomable depth!

The edge of the pit was as smooth as a mirror, as if a piece had been carved out of thin air by a god with supreme power.

At the bottom of the pit, crimson magma was slowly flowing, emitting billowing black smoke.

The terrifying heat distorted the air above, making the whole scene look like hell descending to earth.

Inside the deep pit, everything—ancient buildings, precious artifacts, and even those who claimed to be descendants of gods—was instantly vaporized and evaporated under the terrifying dragon flames!

Not even a speck of dust remained!

One strike!

Just one strike!

Japan, the so-called "unbroken imperial line" emperor, along with his entire imperial family, and that nest symbolizing sin and lies.

And just like that, it was completely and utterly erased from this world.

No trace of the body remains!

Soul fly away!