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In just half a month, the entire country of Japan was turned into a living hell.

Thick smoke obscured the sun, and the entire archipelago was filled with the acrid smell of burning. Amidst the ruins, streaks of eerie blue flames occasionally flashed by.

The steel framework of Tokyo Tower was completely deformed by the high temperature, crashing diagonally onto the devastated ruins. Clone Zero stood on a broken steel plate, looking down at this masterpiece below.

On the flat ground behind it, hundreds of oddly shaped small airships were parked. The airships had rough hulls, and exposed industrial pipes and crude welding marks were even visible on their surfaces. But the engine nozzles emitted terrifying energy fluctuations.

This is a mode of transportation they painstakingly cobbled together using the remaining precision CNC machine tools from the Sakura Kingdom, the rare materials looted from semiconductor factories, and alien memories. It can reach speeds of up to Mach 20 and is covered by an upgraded high-frequency energy shield. Conventional anti-aircraft missiles from Earth are utterly ineffective against these airships.

Moreover, with these small airships, they will no longer fear the nuclear threat on Earth. After all, if the Earthlings dare to launch nuclear weapons at them, they will escape in their small airships before the nuclear weapons even land.

The zero clone turned around to face the four thousand of its kind who had assembled.

It made no sound, but its unique bone conduction waves spread rapidly through the monster horde.

"The native inhabitants of Earth are pitifully weak. We've already drained this island of its resources." Clone Zero raised his thick arm and pointed in four different directions. "We'll split into four groups. America, Russia, India, and the closest Great Xia. We'll take down these four militarily strongest nations and destroy their command centers. Before our homeworld fleet arrives, we'll completely seize control of this planet."

Its gaze lingered deliberately on the east for a few seconds. Two weeks prior, five of its own kind had been vaporized by an unknown energy beam there. This made it realize that the powerful eastern nation might be hiding weapons far exceeding the capabilities of Earth's conventional defenses.

But so what? Now they have Mach 20 airships and upgraded shields, so these mere indigenous weapons are nothing to fear.

Four thousand yellow giants boarded the airship in unison. The engines roared, powerful air currents swirled up clouds of ash, and the airship rose from the ground, soaring straight into the sky.

Shanghai, the future aerospace precision testing building.

Cool-toned operating lights shone in the center of the cleanroom. A heavy mech, five meters tall, stood silently. Its dark gold vibranium shell gleamed with a cold metallic luster under the lights, like an unshakeable god of war.

Li Yichen was wearing work clothes stained with machine oil and carrying a specially made large wrench. He stood on the elevator platform, half of his body leaning into the open chest cavity of the mecha.

He first dismantled the original cold fusion reactor and casually tossed it onto a cart nearby. Then, he picked up a matter-antimatter reactor, only the size of a basketball, that emitted a blinding red light.

The reactor contains enough energy to support the Titan armor in high-intensity interstellar combat.

He embraced the reactor with both hands, aiming it at the superconducting interface inside his chest cavity.

"Click".

The interfaces snapped into place precisely. Li Yichen grabbed a wrench and tightened the fixing bolts with a rough but precise motion. The red glow of the reactor spread rapidly along the energy circuits on the surface of the mech, and the Titan armor emitted a deep hum, as if an ancient behemoth had awakened its heartbeat.

"Brother, can you be a little gentler? That's a matter-antimatter reactor. If you break it, we'll all be in trouble, including half of Shanghai." Ling'er's holographic projection sat on the edge of the elevator platform, swinging her legs.

Li Yichen wiped his hands with the towel around his neck and patted the thick breastplate of the Titan Armor: "What are you afraid of? It's protected by the vibranium shell. It won't be damaged even if a meteorite hits it."

Ling'er pouted, waved her little hand, and pulled out a holographic screen in mid-air.

On the screen, countless red dots were rising from the mainland of Japan, splitting into four torrents and spreading out in four directions.

"Brother, these ugly bastards really think they're something special," Ling'er muttered, pointing to one of the red dots heading straight for the East China Sea. "They've built a Mach 20 airship and dare to send troops to provoke us. Do they really think we're easy to bully, coming whenever they want?"

Li Yichen glanced at the screen and jumped off the platform.

"Bring them on." He tossed the wrench into the toolbox with a snap. "My Titan armor, which just got its heart replaced, is looking for a place to test its firepower."

He turned his head, his gaze passing over the spacious cleanroom and looking to the other side.

There stood a thousand individual combat suits, gleaming with a cold, metallic sheen. Their outer shells were made of superconducting tungsten-gold fusion alloy, with a small amount of vibranium mixed into the core. High-frequency plasma cutting blades were mounted on the outer side of the right arm, and plasma pulse cannons were equipped on the left shoulder.

This is a hardcore little gift he prepared specifically for the five military regions, after squeezing out dozens of ten-axis industrial machine tools and three atomic forging tables during this period.

"Has the self-inspection of this batch of special celestial warrior armor been completed?" Li Yichen asked.

"All green, passed. The plasma cutting blade's frequency is sufficient to cut through the Yellow Giant's energy shield." Ling'er jumped off the elevator platform. "But bro, a thousand sets of armor, that's quite a lot of weight. How are you going to send them to the military? You can't expect them to bring dozens of big trucks to haul them away, that's too undignified."

Li Yichen took out his phone and swiped the screen: "Deliver to their door. And give them some fun while you're at it."

He dialed He Zhenchuan's number.

The phone rang twice before being answered. The background noise consisted of rapid keyboard typing and the staff's reports.

"Xiao Li," He Zhenchuan's voice was grave, and he spoke rapidly, "The Yellow Giants are coming towards us! About a thousand of them, traveling in airships at Mach 20. Should you order the main guns of the space carrier to warm up now, and then mow them down as soon as they cross the line?"

Li Yichen chuckled and pulled up a chair to sit down: "Brother He, why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? Once the space carrier opens fire, there won't even be any ashes left. It's such a waste."

"A waste?" He Zhenchuan was stunned on the other end of the phone. "That's a thousand monsters!"

"I just made you a thousand new sets of toys." Li Yichen looked at the rows of armored vehicles in the workshop. "Their defense is off the charts, equipped with plasma cutters and pulse cannons. We can use these thousand yellow giants, delivered right to our doorstep, as whetstones to test their quality. How can soldiers who can't even fight aliens in hand-to-hand combat fight interstellar wars in the future?"

He Zhenchuan's breathing became heavier, and he remained silent for a long while.

"Good lad!" A loud slap of the thigh came from the other end of the phone. "Using aliens as sparring partners? Only you would dare to do that! I'll go pick someone right now!"

"Have your men deploy directly to the uninhabited beaches along the East China Sea coast." Li Yichen stood up. "I'll airdrop the armor over using the Xuan Bird fighter jet. See you in twenty minutes."

After hanging up the phone, Li Yichen looked at Ling'er.

"Send ten Xuanniao-01 fighter jets over," Li Yichen ordered. "Load these thousand sets of armor into the cargo hold of the aircraft, complete the loading within ten minutes, and fly directly to the East China Sea coast."

"Understood, bro. The Xuan Niao fighter jet formation has taken off from the space base and is expected to arrive at the loading and unloading area of ​​the test building in three minutes."

At the same time, in the underground air-raid shelter of the Shanghai Military Region.

The piercing emergency assembly bell shattered the oppressive atmosphere. Wang Meng ripped off his neural connection helmet and scrambled out of the simulation chamber.

"Everyone! Fully armed, assemble on the tarmac within three minutes!" Xiao Jingshan's roar echoed inside the air-raid shelter.

Three hundred elite soldiers, who had been tormented by the simulation chamber for months, along with seven hundred other elite troops urgently drawn from various military regions, quickly assembled. They thought it was just another surprise drill, until they boarded the heavy military transport plane and looked at the receding clouds outside the cabin, only then realizing the unusual atmosphere.

In the East China Sea of ​​the Great Xia Dynasty, on a desolate suburban coast.

The gale whipped up grayish-white waves that crashed heavily against the rocks, shattering into countless bubbles.

The sky was so gloomy it seemed to press down.

Dozens of heavy military transport planes pierced the clouds and landed violently on the flat land behind the coast. The doors slammed open, and a thousand elite soldiers filed out.

They weren't carrying standard rifles or tactical vests, only tight-fitting black anti-G suits. Every face was taut, their eyes radiating an barely suppressed fanaticism and murderous intent.

He Zhenchuan, dressed in his training uniform, stood beside an off-road vehicle, letting the sea breeze make the hem of his clothes flutter. Liu Guoliang and Xiao Jingshan stood beside him, holding binoculars and staring at the horizon.

"Commander, everyone's here!" Wang Meng ran over and reported loudly.

He Zhenchuan nodded and strode to the front of the group.

"We've been raising an army for a thousand days, to use it for one!" He Zhenchuan's voice boomed over the sound of the waves. "Today, our opponent isn't human, but a monster created by the United States through the fusion of alien and human genes! You all know what they did in Japan. Now, they want to bring the flames of war to Great Xia. Do you agree to this?"

"No way!" The roar of a thousand people soared into the sky.

He Zhenchuan raised his wrist and glanced at his watch.

The next second, the clouds overhead were silently sliced ​​open. Ten jet-black, streamlined Xuanniao-01 stealth fighters, like ghosts, removed their optical camouflage and hovered over the beach.

The belly hatches slid open to both sides.

Huge metal containers were precisely airdropped onto the beach, raising clouds of dust.

The container's outer shell automatically disintegrated, revealing a thousand sets of special celestial soldier armor neatly arranged inside. The cold, metallic luster exuded an oppressive aura against the gloomy sky.

"Everyone change into new clothes!" He Zhenchuan gave the final order.

Without a word, the thousand elite soldiers strode toward their assigned armor.

A series of crisp metallic clanging sounds filled the air. Armor plates made of superconducting tungsten-gold fusion alloy were successively applied to their bodies.

Wang Meng stepped into his battle armor, the neural interface completed its docking, and a series of green self-test data popped up on his retina. The plasma cutting blade on the outside of his right arm automatically deployed, flashing with a bright blue light. The plasma pulse cannon on his left shoulder emitted a soft charging sound.

Wang Meng clenched his fists, feeling the powerful energy emanating from inside the armor. The frustration he had endured in the simulation chamber during this period had now transformed into tangible power.

Li Yichen did not go to the scene. He remained in the precision testing building, sitting at the foot of the Titan armor that had just undergone a heart transplant, watching the real-time images transmitted back on the holographic screen.

Along the coastline, a thousand fully armed steel warriors stood in formation.

They transformed into an insurmountable black wall, standing firmly in front of the horizon. The outer shell of their armor reflected a cold, hard arc of light in the dim light.

He Zhenchuan stood at the back of the array, holding a communicator in his hand.

At the edge of the radar screen, dozens of black dots trailing eerie blue flames were rapidly slicing through the clouds. Traveling at Mach 20, they created a piercing shriek in the air, heading straight for the territorial waters of Great Xia.

The Yellow Giants' grave misjudgment of the Great Xia's strength led them to completely abandon concealment and brazenly charge forward. In their eyes, the planet's firepower was nothing but a joke, utterly insignificant.