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Above the stratosphere, the bottom armor of the second space carrier was completely exposed. The energy matrix of the high-energy laser main gun was lit to its limit, and the dazzling blue-white light illuminated the surrounding thin air.

Inside the air defense command post, fifty meters underground from the presidential palace in New Delhi, the air was so thick and suffocating that it was hard to breathe.

The Prime Minister of India huddled behind a leather sofa in the corner, his hands tightly clutching his head. Above him, air raid sirens wailed incessantly. Dust began to fall from the heavy concrete ceiling.

The finance minister knelt on the ground, clasped his hands together, and muttered incantations, praying to every deity he could remember.

"It's hopeless, it's all over." The Minister of Defense slumped into his chair, his tie already ripped and twisted. "Radar shows that the main guns of dozens of airships have locked onto the Presidential Palace. With our current air defense firepower, we can't even scratch them."

The Premier looked up, sweat mingling with dust streaming down his face. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but the overhead light flickered twice and then went out.

The emergency red light came on, turning the entire basement blood red.

A low tremor ran through the ground. It wasn't the violent shaking of an explosion, but rather a high-frequency hum. Immediately afterward, the temperature in the basement began to skyrocket, and the cool air coming out of the vents turned into scorching heat.

"Fire..." The Prime Minister closed his eyes, waiting for the moment of nuclear pacification.

Above the ground, in the sky above the Presidential Palace in New Delhi.

The leading yellow giant hovered in mid-air, looking down at the magnificent building below. The armor on the bottom of dozens of airships was open, and the eerie blue beams of light had converged to a critical point.

It was ready to press the launch command.

The clouds overhead were silently sliced ​​open.

There was no deafening roar, nor any sky ablaze with fire. A blue-white beam of light, over ten meters in diameter, pierced straight down from the stratosphere and struck the very center of the Yellow Giant's airship formation.

The Yellow Giant leader hadn't even finished raising his head.

That high-frequency energy shield, which could withstand even armor-piercing bullets, crumbled into countless points of light the instant it came into contact with the beam of light.

Extremely high temperatures of hundreds of thousands of degrees swept through.

Dozens of airships cobbled together with alien technology, along with the arrogant alien thugs inside, were completely vaporized before they could even scream.

The beam of light, still powerful, swept across the huge square in front of the presidential palace.

The hard bluestone pavement melted directly.

It took no more than a minute.

The blue and white beams of light converged, and the clouds closed up again.

Silence returned to the skies over New Delhi. The once overwhelming yellow giant fleet had vanished without a trace, leaving not even a fingernail-sized piece of wreckage behind.

Inside the underground command post.

The Prime Minister held his head in his hands and waited for a full five minutes. There was no explosion as expected, nor the loud sound of a building collapsing. Apart from the scorching heat in the surrounding air, nothing happened.

He tentatively opened his eyes.

"The alarm... has stopped?" The finance minister stopped praying, got up from the ground, and dusted off his trousers.

The Minister of Defense rushed to the control panel and started typing wildly on the keyboard, bringing up the surface surveillance footage.

The screen lights up.

The dozen or so senior executives in the basement all gathered around, and after seeing the scene clearly, they were all dumbfounded.

The sky was empty, not even a bird in sight. The Presidential Palace stood intact. Only the square in front, covering tens of thousands of square meters, had been turned into a flat, glassy expanse. The high temperature had baked the stone into glass, reflecting a blinding light under the emergency lights.

"Where's the monster?" The Prime Minister swallowed hard and pointed at the screen.

"No...it's gone." The Defense Secretary looked at the data on the radar detector. "The heat source signals have all disappeared. They evaporated into thin air."

After half an hour.

With the crisis resolved, the Indian high-ranking officials returned to the conference table. Although the air conditioning in the basement was still running at full power, their clothes were completely soaked with sweat.

Once it was confirmed that all the Yellow Giants were truly dead, the atmosphere in the conference room became lively.

The finance minister lit a cigar, took a puff, and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke. He tapped the table, drawing everyone's attention.

"Gentlemen, now that the crisis has passed, shouldn't we discuss the score we owe the Great Xia?"

The Premier leaned back in his chair, wiping his sweat with a handkerchief: "Five million tons of special ore, that's no small amount. Even if our domestic mines were to operate non-stop, it would take them several years to mine it."

"Dig for what?" the finance minister sneered, tucked his cigar between his fingers. "Why should we give them five million tons of ore? Just because we made a phone call?"

The Minister of Defense looked at him: "But the Prime Minister personally promised Daxia on the phone."

"What does a verbal promise count for? Was a contract signed? Were international procedures followed?" The finance minister spread his hands, displaying a self-righteous and shameless attitude. "The situation was urgent at the time; I just made a casual promise. Now the monsters are gone, there's no way to prove anything. Great Xia says they opened fire, but where's the evidence? Who saw it?"

The politicians exchanged glances and nodded in agreement.

"That's right. Maybe it's divine intervention, a divine punishment that wiped out those monsters," a high-ranking cabinet official said seriously.

"If Great Xia comes to collect the debt, we'll just find some excuse to stall. We'll say that we've suffered a biological attack, production capacity is paralyzed, and we can't deliver the goods. Do you think they'd cross the border to attack us for a few stones?" The finance minister felt more and more justified as he spoke, and he stubbed out his cigar in the ashtray.

"We are a nuclear power, and Great Xia wouldn't dare push us too far. Let's pretend this deal never happened."

As the Prime Minister listened to these proposals, his mind began to race. Five million tons of ore would indeed be fatal for India; it would be best to renege on the deal if possible.

He was just about to nod and make the decision.

"Bang!"

The defense minister slammed his hand on the conference table, making teacups bounce. He stared at the group of smug politicians as if they were fools.

"Trying to renege on your debt? Are your brains filled with nothing but Ganges water?!"

The Minister of Defense was so angry that his voice trembled. He grabbed the tablet computer in his hand and slammed it down in front of the Minister of Finance.

"Open your dog eyes and take a look! This is a video that the Great Xia military posted on the internet half an hour ago! See what kind of monster you're trying to renege on your debts on!"

The finance minister was taken aback by the scolding and looked down at the tablet screen.

The Prime Minister and several other high-ranking officials also joined in.

In the video footage, a thousand Great Xia soldiers clad in black armor, wielding the energy cannons of the Yellow Giants, drew their azure light blades and shredded the monsters into pieces on the beach.

Immediately afterwards, a dark gold Titan mech shot into the sky.

The mech withstood the bombardment from the airship's main cannon without leaving a mark. It smashed the monster's shield with a single punch and turned the leading monster leader into a pile of mangled flesh.

At the end of the video, the scene cuts to the sky above New Delhi.

A beam of blue and white light pierced the sky and struck down from the clouds, vaporizing the dozens of airships above them along with the monster in less than a second.

After watching the video, the entire underground conference room fell into a deathly silence.

The finance minister, who had just been threatening to renege on his debts, now had all the color drain from his face, and his lips were trembling. He stared at the dark gold mecha on the screen, feeling as if someone was gripping his neck tightly.

The Premier slumped in his chair, feeling a chill run down his back, cold sweat trickling down his spine.

"Did you see that clearly?" The Minister of Defense leaned on the table, pointing out the window. "That's a light-speed energy cannon fired from space! It can vaporize monsters in a second! You think it's a divine manifestation? That's Great Xia's aerospace weapon!"

He walked up to the finance minister and tapped the tablet screen with his finger.

"You just said that Great Xia wouldn't dare to attack? Believe it or not, once Great Xia discovers we're reneging on our promise, next time this beam of light won't just hit mid-air, but will land directly on your roof!"

The finance minister swallowed hard, unable to utter a single word in rebuttal.

"And this mech." The Minister of Defense rewound the video to the scene where the Titan mech shattered its shield with a single punch. "Daxia made it very clear on the phone that if the delivery wasn't made within a month, this mech would come to New Delhi to collect the debt. A thing that can smash an alien shield with a single punch—who among you is going to reason with it? Are you going to try and withstand its punches with your words?"

Only heavy breathing could be heard in the conference room.

These politicians have finally come to terms with reality. The military power displayed by Great Xia has completely transcended the scope of conventional warfare on Earth. This is a dimensional reduction attack.

In the face of absolute power, any political rogue tactic is suicidal.

The Premier wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and sat up straight.

"Dig." The Prime Minister made the final decision, his voice hoarse. "Pass down the order: all mines across the country must operate around the clock. Bring out all the rare metals stored in the national treasury. Sell everything you own, but you must gather five million tons of ore within a month and deliver it to Shanghai's port."

He glanced at the finance minister.

"If you're short even a ounce, I'll use you to fill the cannon holes in the mechs."

The finance minister nodded repeatedly, too exhausted to even wipe his sweat with a handkerchief.

The price for five million tons of ore was settled just like that. The Indian government was terrified, and the entire country's heavy industry began to operate at full speed, mining for Li Yichen at all costs.

This enormous resource became Li Yichen's first source of funding to address the shortage of materials for interstellar warships.

Our gaze spans the ocean.

Beautiful country, Washington.

Night fell, and a torrential downpour began.

The lawns surrounding the Black House were muddy and slippery. Dozens of armored vehicles were parked haphazardly behind the roadblocks, and soldiers, guns at the ready, hid behind sandbags, rain streaming down their helmets.

On the distant horizon, flames soared into the sky.

The heavy footsteps pierced through the rain, making the ground tremble.

Te Kao Pu stood at the window on the second floor of the Black Palace, looking at the distant flames through the bulletproof glass.

Hundreds of yellow giants, riding on airships, had already breached Washington's outer defenses. High-energy, eerie blue lasers swept across the night sky intermittently, slicing through skyscrapers and air defense positions.

The Black Palace is less than 30 kilometers away.

Te Kao's hands were trembling violently. He pulled out a bottle of nitroglycerin pills from his pocket, intending to unscrew the cap.

My hand slipped, and the plastic medicine bottle fell onto the wool carpet, spilling out a few white pills.

He didn't pick it up.

The Pacific Fleet is gone, Nevada is ruined, and now even Washington can't be held. His once-proud hegemony was utterly shattered by hundreds of alien monsters on this stormy night.

Te Kao Pu turned around and looked at the defense minister standing at the door.

"Has Daxia replied yet?" The reliable voice was dry, like sandpaper being rubbed.

The defense minister lowered his head, avoiding the president's gaze.

"We can't get through to the Great Xia Embassy. They... they've blocked our hotline." The Defense Minister swallowed hard as he reported this devastating news.

Te Kao Pu's legs went weak, and he slumped into the chair.

Outside the window, a beam of pale blue light pierced the night sky, directly slicing off the spire of the Washington Monument in the distance.