My transformation into a beautiful girl started with a hemorrhage.

"At worst, it's just intrigue, backstabbing, and scheming—everyone sitting in a heated office, drinking coffee, winning battles from afar!"

Why resort to a brutal attack using bombs?

"Aren't we living in a civilized society now?"

Why is it so bloody?

'it hurts!'

My hand hurts so much!

'It felt like countless needles piercing my bones; it was like dying, like forgetting everything!'

Why is this happening?

"I'm clearly a member of the social elite, a chosen one. I'm rich, incredibly rich—more money than an average person could earn in three lifetimes."

Why do I still have to suffer like this?

Why do people still suffer like this?

……

"Bojun, it's dangerous here, we have to leave."

Yumi was just a little dizzy, but she wasn't hurt in any other way. She kept shaking herself and went to see Sumo in a daze.

But Matsuzumi Hiroshi just screamed in pain like a child: "Ah—, my hand! My hand! It hurts! It hurts so much..."

Gradually, Himeko frowned.

She suddenly realized that the man she liked—her carefree and unrestrained nature, her sense of responsibility (her soft heart and refusal to abandon other women)—had one condition:

That is, in a peaceful, tranquil, and comfortable environment!

If this were a cruel environment, the incredibly charming man in her heart would actually be just a... coward!

He was no different from the ordinary people around him!

No, they're not even as good as an ordinary person.

For example, the disheveled young man not far away showed no discomfort whatsoever when he saw the hellish scene before him…

"Haha~, I was so blind~." She seemed extremely disappointed, muttering to herself, and then turned and ran away without paying any more attention to Matsumoto Hiroshi.

Roars, shouts, the agonizing cries of women, the screams of the wounded... people around began to scatter and run away.

But it was too late.

Buzz buzz buzz buzz~~!

The sound of helicopter rotors could be heard.

Four V-22 Osprey tiltrotor helicopters flew low overhead. The rotors on both sides of this aircraft can be adjusted to meet the different needs of the rotors during takeoff and flight.

They are very fast, approaching 500 kilometers per hour.

As it flew over the square, it scattered a dense mass of white substance. This substance ignited as it fell, emitting thick white smoke and a pungent odor. This was white phosphorus.

Burning white phosphorus will incinerate any object it encounters, reaching temperatures of up to 1,000 degrees Celsius, making it incredibly powerful.

The four planes coordinated perfectly, drawing a circle in the square in the blink of an eye.

The dozen or so tons of white phosphorus that were poured down formed an insurmountable wall of fire, enveloping the entire square.

Several unlucky guys on the edge of the square got their bodies covered in burning white phosphorus and were burned through their chests.

During this time, no matter how much they rolled around on the snow, it was to no avail. Their shrill screams chilled the hearts of those around them.

When Kouta saw this, he immediately realized that he had fallen into a trap.

The enemy deliberately used artillery fire to force him to come here, intending to slow him down with white phosphorus bombs.

Otherwise, with those shells, missiles, and rockets, and with its speed of nearly 100 meters per second, it would be impossible to inflict an effective strike.

Despite his disheveled appearance, he only suffered minor injuries and never died once.

……

More than ten kilometers away.

Americana Garrison Base Operations Command Center.

An operator reported, "Sir, 'Operation Cage' is complete. The target is now surrounded by a wall of white phosphorus fire."

These high-ranking American troops smiled as they looked at the images on the large screen.

"That way, no matter how fast the opponent is, they'll have nowhere to escape."

"Hmph, the other side is still too inexperienced."

"This is what happens when you dare to defy America."

"I'm worried that we won't even be able to find a single piece of meat by then!"

"Don't worry, based on our observations, there are definitely pieces of meat..."

"Hahaha~~"

Joyful laughter filled the air, while the innocent Japanese people in the encirclement were completely ignored from the start.

Lieutenant General John Dolan waved his hand and said, "Now, all combat units, open fire!"

"Yes, sir."

The operators began transmitting commands, sending out the latitude and longitude coordinates of the location to be attacked.

Instantly, more than 300 artillery pieces, more than 100 tanks, more than 50 fighter jets, heavy artillery, shore-to-ship missiles, and other equipment from the third aircraft carrier battle group docked at the port all fired at that fixed target.

With America's military technology, the margin of error for attacking such a stationary target would not exceed ten meters.

Therefore, it was only a short round of attacks.

Nearly five thousand shells, missiles, and bombs of various kinds were unleashed upon the square, which was no larger than three football fields...

In an instant, everyone in Sapporo saw countless shells flying overhead from all directions.

The sky was filled with chaotic noises, and countless fiery red trails of flame flickered in the air like fireworks.

Then,

A dazzling red flame shot into the sky, completely blocking their view. The world seemed to be nothing but red, the red of burning flames!

The building was shaking, the ground was trembling...

square.

Hundreds of couples watched as countless shells rained down like a storm; their pain lasted only a moment before they were torn to shreds by the dense explosions…

The deafening roar and blinding flashes lasted for nearly a minute. After a long while, the smoke and dust dissipated, revealing that the ground of the entire square had been lowered by a meter.

On a piece of land that had been pulverized into fine sand by countless artillery shells.

Black particles filled the air, and Kouta was able to revive again. In that minute, he had already been revived ten times.

After his body was shattered by explosions time and time again, it would regenerate from the largest piece of his body tissue. However, during the regeneration process, the newly restored body tissue would be shattered by shells again. Gradually, he became numb to the pain.

However, he hadn't even had a chance to rest.

Another round of shells began to bombard the ground... Kouta began to repeat the cycle of being resurrected and killed, being resurrected and killed, being resurrected and killed... over and over again.

Residents outside the cordon stopped and looked in that direction. They didn't know what was happening there, but the countless shells that came every now and then, each loud bang, shook their hearts.

Just then.

People all over the world felt a sudden, inexplicable sense of unease, as if it were an ultimate fear etched into their genes.

People looked around blankly, when suddenly someone pointed in the opposite direction from where the shells had been fired and exclaimed in surprise, "What's that?"

Everyone turned to look, and there appeared an extremely bright sphere of light that had appeared out of nowhere.

And at some point, the snow stopped, the clouds disappeared, and the bright sunlight could shine on the ground without obstruction. However, before the light reached the ground, it kept converging in one direction, as if it were being distorted by some irresistible force. The sky began to darken at a visible speed, and now... it was only three o'clock in the afternoon.

Chapter 466 Divine Descent 6

A few seconds ago.

The famous T38 observation deck in Sapporo.

The room was heated, and the floor was carpeted.

While leisurely sipping his coffee, Takasaka Hayato watched through his electronic binoculars as Kouta, a dozen kilometers away, was repeatedly torn apart by countless artillery fire, a smug smile on his face.

He turned to look at Hui, hoping to see despair on her beautiful face, so that she would give up completely and obediently become his woman.

However, he noticed that Hui's appearance was not right.

Hui's hands were tied behind her back on the chair, and her feet were also spread apart and fixed to the chair legs. She was wearing a beige maternity sweater, which made her belly bulge out, a feature she was very concerned about.

But Hui's state was strange; she tilted her head back, her beautiful eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

Takashi Hayato frowned, wanting to reach out and touch her to see what was wrong.

suddenly,

Alarm bells rang in his mind, an inexplicable sense of unease surged into his heart, a chill ran down his spine, and a coldness rose from his tailbone to the top of his head, as if taking another step forward would plunge him into an endless abyss.

For some reason, a voice suddenly welled up in his mind: Get out of here! Get out of here...!

Sizzle—!

Like a huge stone falling into a pond, an invisible vibration emanated from the core of wisdom, spreading out in all directions of space, towards the past and future of time, towards all dimensions from zero to eleven, towards all rules of the universe, towards all matter in the world, towards all energy in the world...

The entire universe trembled, as if something terrible had squeezed in.

Strictly speaking, this is neither a force field nor a wave; it is more of a concept, a will—yes, a will.

Humans can only detect a tiny fraction of the spacetime ripples caused by this will, which are known as gravitational waves.

Gravitational waves are ripples in the curvature of spacetime that propagate outward from the radiation source in the form of waves.

However, those with abilities can sense more.

Hayato Takasaki seemed to hear some incoherent murmur, and suddenly felt dizzy, almost falling to the ground.

"This...could it be..."