In Tokyo, the dungeon master

It was as if the end of the world had truly arrived, with looting, vandalism, and arson becoming the norm in the city.

Large-scale violent protests, fanatical cult gatherings, and extreme self-destructive behavior erupted in major cities across the United States after news of the Great Evil God spread.

Ultimately, the fact that the death of a Black person could lead to a nationwide free shopping spree is truly astonishing.

Now that the evil gods have attacked, it's perfectly reasonable for the apocalyptic carnival to have all sorts of demons and monsters jumping out to smash, loot, and burn.

At this point, the president was already seriously discussing with his staff whether or not to proceed.

To launch or not to launch, that is the question.

Furthermore, we definitely can't let one person take the lead. We need to discuss it beforehand. If it's effective, all the weapons in the world should be used together to fight against it. Otherwise, I won't shoot the evil god. I'll shoot everyone. If we can't kill the evil god, then we'll all die together.

If I can't kill the evil god, can't I kill you all?

There's one more thing: is it too late to acknowledge this evil god as God? If I finish shooting and it's ineffective, and then admit defeat and acknowledge this evil god as God, will there still be any chance left...?

Although this thing talks about destroying the world all the time and kills people everywhere with its dragon head, it doesn't seem like a true god. But it's just that it's been forced into a corner.

Moreover, some legendary gods don't seem like good people either.

The Bible also tells of God destroying humanity once, but Noah and his family still survived, didn't they?

Actually, if it weren't for the horrific state of Tsuchimikado Miki that terrified them, the option of surrendering and acknowledging her as their father would have been their top priority.

However, perhaps the Japanese were too despicable, and Tsuchimikado Miki was disgusted by the evil god. Apart from her, anyone else who surrendered earlier could have avoided death...

So whether to shoot first or throw first, that is another question.

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The Pacific Ocean.

A deafening roar—the sky and the ocean trembled together.

Boundless darkness surged forth from the abyss of nothingness, sweeping across the world like a monstrous tide of destruction, utterly swallowing the sunlight.

The sky was pressed down by a thick, eerie black mist, almost collapsing; the dark storm had already heralded the end of civilization.

At this moment, the entire present world seemed to be completely swallowed up by the power of this ancient evil god.

A soldier in a U.S. Marine Corps uniform felt he had been fooled by the movie.

"Why did you attack me head-on, you evil god? That's not how it's done in Hollywood movies! You should have gone back and forth with me more often, thus increasing my hatred level, and occasionally unleash a seemingly dangerous but actually dodgable big move, and then at that special moment, unleash an epic, earth-shattering explosion."

Finally, after killing my friend, in a certain mental flashback, I shouted "God bless America!" We completed the crucial mission through a series of flashy operations that no one could understand, and then I beat you into a special CG!

Why are you coming at me like that? That's not how it's done in Hollywood movies! I don't accept this!

"Didn't they say that our great America could hold its own against any powerful enemy, ancient god, or alien?! How can this damned, lewd evil god be so strong?!"

The damn superiors ordered them to stall for time, to keep the Great Evil God tied up in the Pacific Ocean as much as possible.

But there was really no good way to deal with it; the fleet was powerless to do anything about it, and they simply couldn't win.

All that remained in their ears was the shrill scream of darkness tearing through the void and the roar of the abyss. The soldiers' throats seemed to be choked by an invisible evil force, and they could not utter a sound.

The scene reflected in their pupils made everyone's blood freeze. A 10,000-ton destroyer was disintegrating inch by inch in the darkness. Its steel hull was torn into countless fragments by the evil wind, like rotten wood chips, and disappeared into the black mist!

It wasn't just warships that were easily crushed.

Under the pitch-black sky, American fighter jets, early warning aircraft, and bombers were one after another entangled by dark tentacles, their fuselages ignited with eerie purple flames, and they fell into the sea like fallen will-o'-the-wisps, swallowed up by nothingness without even exploding.

This scene was so horrific that it defied imagination and could not be depicted in any war epic.

Moreover, it was a one-sided defeat for the US military, a complete loss for humanity... The US has fallen.

An endless abyssal power is rising from beneath the sea surface, giving the evil god ample time; it feels as if the entire western Pacific Ocean is being dragged into darkness little by little...

High in the distance, the great evil god Zorc, imbued with ancient abyssal fel energy, rides the waves.

It looked down with godlike indifference at the struggling creatures beneath its feet, its heart churning with undisguised contempt.

There is no one in this world that can rival it. The ancient gods and demons have vanished without a trace, and the powerful beings who reached the heavens have turned to dust. Now, what occupies this world is nothing more than a group of ants with weak bodies and meager souls.

How can steel compare to the body of a strong person forged through countless trials?

These steel ships and explosive weapons, crafted by human ingenuity, are not even worthy of being tickled in its eyes. As long as it knows beforehand that they have no magic, it can simply let them miss their target.

With sufficient intelligence and power, Zorc could win any fight, whether he had magic or not, as the dragons were right in front of him.

Humanity no longer possesses the immense vitality to resist evil forces, nor the profound magic to defend against the abyss, and cannot even find a single strong individual who can stand tall and meet its gaze.

The entire human race is as weak as a candle flickering in the wind!

The so-called military power, the so-called strongest country in the world, the United States, is not even qualified to arouse the slightest fighting spirit in it.

The once-invincible aircraft carrier battle group couldn't even offer a moment's resistance in the face of the dark magic of the Great Evil God.

The nuclear-powered aircraft carrier's hull was corroded and melted by evil dark energy. Its thick armor twisted and collapsed like soft mud, eventually turning into a pool of molten iron.

The soldiers, pilots, and sailors on the deck were devoured along with their souls the instant they came into contact with the power of the abyss, leaving not a trace behind.

The entire 100,000-ton supercarrier was ultimately cleaved in two by a single lash of the dragon whip!

The remaining destroyers, cruisers, frigates, and even shore-based military bases and air defense systems were all struck by Zorc's Dark Dragon Whip, which he swung at will.

The ship was torn in two, and the reinforced concrete fortifications collapsed like sandcastles. The entire fleet and the entire base were enveloped by the void demonic domain surrounding the evil god. Under the distortion of space, all ships, personnel, and equipment were wiped out as if they had never existed.

On this day, humanity was once again reminded of the fear of being dominated by natural disasters.

It was a suffocating, absolutely overwhelming force.

Faced with a great evil god that can easily tear apart an aircraft carrier battle group and regard modern steel weapons as ants, all of humanity's military power is ineffective, nothing more than fireflies compared to the bright moon.

And this is just the tip of the iceberg of Zorc's power.

Its heart was undisturbed, filled only with loneliness and disdain.

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