I put monsters and super powers in America

"If we don't retreat...are we really going to die here? Die at the claws of a black rat? That's too fucking cowardly!"

dilemma!

Cole felt like a gambler who was pushed to the edge of a cliff. He only had a few chips left in his hand, but he had to face a "God of Gamblers" from another world who could see through his cards at any time.

Just when he was about to be crushed by this feeling of despair, the black giant beast opposite him suddenly... stopped attacking.

……

The obsidian eyes of the black sacred beast stared coldly at the steel giant not far away that was emitting black smoke and still stubbornly trying to climb out of the ruins.

It let out a low, menacing roar from its throat, and its huge body took a step back, but did not immediately launch another attack.

Because in its mind, the soul of "Jamal Washington", which is full of anger and hatred, is now being suppressed by another calmer voice.

"Calm down...Calm down..."

That sound belongs to the "rat-toothed beast"!

That is the survival instinct of top opportunists, engraved deep in their genes for hundreds of thousands of years in Gaia's dream.

For wild beasts, "ism", "ideal", "justice" and "revenge" are all false; survival and resources are the first priority!

You can say it is cowardly, but this "cowardice" diluted Jamal Washington's desire for destruction and revenge, making him calm down and start using human logical thinking ability to think deeply.

The instinct of the beast actually makes people's consciousness calm, which is really a bit ironic.

"Anger solves nothing. Killing doesn't bring true victory."

"Our goal is not destruction. It is... survival, revival. On this unfair land, we want to fight for our compatriots to live with dignity under a sky that belongs to us!"

"A head-on confrontation is the stupidest option. This iron lump may be bulky, but behind it stands the entire federal government, a terrifying state machine that possesses countless weapons more deadly than we can imagine. Even if we dismantle it today, they might send ten or a hundred more tomorrow!"

"Yes, maybe they are not that strong, or even they only have this one mecha, but what if they are really that strong?"

The instincts belonging to the rat-toothed beast seriously affected Jamal's soul.

As large, bulky rats living in the Cretaceous hell, it is no exaggeration to say that the enemies of the rat-toothed beasts are thousands or even tens of thousands of times stronger than themselves.

As a small rat trembling in the shadow of dinosaurs, it will instinctively assume the worst.

This extremely cautious instinct also affected Jamal.

"What we possess now is the power bestowed by God, enough leverage to make them feel 'awe'. What we need to do is use this power to 'negotiate' with them, to make them acknowledge our existence, and to make them dare not easily set foot on our territory again! We need a special zone, a country within a country!"

"So, we can't fight anymore. At least, we can't fight so meaninglessly anymore. We need to show our strength, but even more importantly, we need to show our...reason."

Reason gradually overwhelmed the pure desire for destruction.

The murderous intent in the eyes of the black sacred beast slowly faded away, replaced by a deeper and more dangerous calmness.

But it also dare not take it lightly.

"But if I don't fight, they'll think I'm scared and rush forward, using their dirty weapons to wipe out me and my compatriots. I know the nature of these white pigs all too well."

It had to continue to maintain an offensive posture full of oppression, pacing slowly around the damaged mecha, its obsidian eyes fixed on the cockpit, wondering whether it should first dismantle this "tin can" in half to demonstrate its strength and thus gain more initiative for the subsequent negotiations.

But...what if this is just one of their many trump cards? What if they have more advanced ammunition that can specifically counter supernatural powers?

For a moment, not only Cole, but even this sacred beast that possessed human wisdom was caught in an awkward situation of being caught between a rock and a hard place.

The battlefield, strangely, became quiet.

In live broadcast rooms around the world, hundreds of millions of viewers held their breath. They had no idea what these two behemoths were up to and could only nervously wait for the next, even more violent collision.

And in this tense and eerie silence that is about to explode, the people of Anduriel, like the most professional scavengers, made a grand appearance!

“Sizzle——!!!!”

A dazzling blue electric light, like a lightning tearing through the night sky, suddenly appeared in front of the huge mecha of the "Hotbed of War" without any warning!

The figure of Luif Mangione slowly emerged from the jumping arcs of electricity.

He didn't even look at the black sacred beast, which was obviously stunned by his sudden appearance and had its hair standing on end. He just raised his head and looked at the huge mecha that was still emitting black smoke with a look full of "professionalism" and a bit of sympathy and pity.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk! The wiring's burned, the hydraulics are leaking... Such poor quality! Commissioner Smith even dared to take advantage of this!"

He stretched out his right hand, which was still wrapped with fine arcs of electricity, and gently pressed it on the thick, scratched leg armor of the mecha.

Before Major Cole McGregor could even ask, "Who are you?", all the screens, warning lights, and instrument panels that were still stubbornly flashing in the cockpit went out at the same time with a "click"!

The entire cockpit was plunged into dead silence and darkness.

The "War Cradle", this expensive war machine that represents the highest technological achievement of the Federation, was forcibly... shut down silently.

"Hey, big guy," Louis retracted his hand and whistled coquettishly at the huge sculpture that had become scrap metal. "Your system needs to be restarted. I suggest you contact after-sales and ask them to replace your firewall with a better one."

The huge, scarlet eye of the "Hotbed of War" flashed a few times before finally dimming completely.

The fifteen-meter-tall steel giant, full of violent aesthetics, was like a puppet with all its vitality drained away. It let out a dull "creaking" sound, half-knelt on the ground, and completely lost all movement.

Inside the cockpit, there was complete darkness and deathly silence.

Major Cole McGregor, the United States' top ace pilot, slumped limply in the cold cockpit, breathing heavily. Sweat slid down his face, pale from exhaustion and tension, and dripped onto his already soaked black tight-fitting cockpit suit.

He felt like his heart had been on the most thrilling roller coaster ride. After experiencing the extreme drop from hell to heaven and then falling back down in an instant, now, it finally... came back to reality.

He breathed a long, relieved sigh, even a little grateful.

"Thank God... I finally don't have to fight anymore..."

He no longer has to worry about the damn choice between "fight" and "escape", let alone bear the blame of "cowardice" that could crush his entire career.

Now, he had a perfect, irreproachable excuse—"It wasn't my fault, it was simply a sudden and severe electronic malfunction in the mecha, which was beyond human control."

perfect.

Although he knew in his heart that this so-called "electronic failure" was most likely caused by the guy outside who was emitting electricity, but... who cared?

"When I get back to write the report, I'll have to emphasize this mech's vulnerability to new electromagnetic pulse attacks. And by the way, I can also ask those idiots on Capitol Hill for a few hundred million more in research and development funding to upgrade the electronic warfare system."

Major Cole's mind was already rapidly calculating how to turn this "failure" into capital for the next "victory".

"I love you so much, Louis!"

After surviving the disaster, he kissed Louis Ferguson.

On the other side, the black sacred beast, the rat-tooth beast, was obviously stunned when it saw the steel giant that had been causing it great pressure suddenly "die".

Its obsidian eyes warily scanned the man who suddenly appeared in the center of the battlefield, his body wrapped in blue arcs of electricity.

But he did not attack immediately.

Because he saw more and felt more.

He saw the "battle mage" wielding a flaming spear, the giant cat dancing on top of Leviathan, and the "queen" with flying black hair who withstood the full force of Leviathan with her bare hands.

These were all god-like powerful beings that he had witnessed with his own eyes during global live broadcasts.

But what made his soul tremble even more was the figure wearing a wide hood who appeared in the team last.

"dominate……"

Jamal's soul, in this new, powerful body, let out a silent cry full of awe and piety.

The moment the figure of the main dragon appeared in his field of vision, an absolute and irresistible pressure that came from his blood and the deepest part of his soul, like a mountain pressing down on his head, instantly swept over all his senses!

That feeling cannot be described in any words.

It was like a baby who had just learned to walk suddenly saw his father whom he had not seen for a long time; or, like a devout believer who, after experiencing endless suffering and confusion, finally witnessed with his own eyes the supreme god he believed in, coming to the world!

He didn't even feel the slightest fear, only an urge from the depths of his soul to crawl on the ground and kiss the dust under his feet!

That is the most original and purest connection between the Creator and the creation!

He knew that the mysterious hooded man in front of him was the agent of the "Lord" who pulled him out of the abyss of death and gave him new life and strength!

86. Wait, this giant beast can read and write?

"Hey everyone, your system needs a reboot. I suggest you contact after-sales and ask them to replace your firewall with a better one."

Luif Mangione knows how to show off.

Not only did he paralyze the mecha's system, he also temporarily synchronized the loudspeakers outside the mecha, allowing the lazy and arrogant tone full of the glory of the winner to resound over the silent battlefield.

He even reached out his hand and patted the leg armor of the huge mecha that had turned into scrap metal, neither lightly nor heavily, making a dull "bang bang" sound, as if he was patting a disobedient mule.

This scene was transmitted in real time to hundreds of millions of viewers around the world through countless drone cameras in high definition, without any coding or editing.

After a brief period of dead silence as if everyone was offline, the live broadcast room of Bilibili was instantly completely flooded by a torrent of barrage comments as terrifying as a nuclear explosion!

【? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? 】

【WOC! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 】

What the hell did I see?! It just… disappeared?! I just touched it and it turned off?! Is this a fucking magic trick?!

[Don't be so mean! This is science! It's an advanced electromagnetic pulse attack! It's an EMP! Have you seen The Matrix?! That's how Neo killed the electronic squid in the end!]

[No, no, no! This is definitely not an EMP! Look! The lights and drones around the mech are still working! This can only mean... Thor's control of electricity is so sophisticated that he can bypass all external defenses and directly attack the mech's core processor! This is a hundred times more advanced than an EMP!]

[I declare that from today on, Louis is my only God of Lightning! All you Thors and Pikachus, step back! Who's in? Who's against?]

Louis was clearly enjoying the spotlight. He slowly withdrew his hand, even flashing a dashing hand gesture toward a media drone camera in the sky, a smug smile that hinted at "Basic Operations Don't Be 6" playing on his lips.

[+300 Willpower, derived from Louis's extreme pride and vanity! ]

The main dragon was watching from a distance and was very happy.

"This kid... you really know how to steal the show. You've taken all the limelight by yourself."

Louis was able to paralyze a mecha, or even partially control it, without difficulty; in fact, he could even manipulate signals, making it a simple matter of playing with circuits. Add to that Louis's original major in electronics, and this combination of expertise and ability made him a super hacker.

To be honest, in the eyes of those spectators, this kind of "masts and sails are reduced to ashes while chatting and laughing" is really too high-end.

[Those who boasted about the mecha being awesome before, come get your ass kicked! Three minutes? Less than a second! They were instantly destroyed!]

[That's it! The Federation's last trump card is gone. In this situation, who can control that big black cat?]

Don't panic. Don't you see the Queen and the white cat are here? The three of them teamed up to even repel Leviathan at Pearl Harbor. So, intimidating this smaller black cat shouldn't be a piece of cake, right?

[Yes, I think this wave is a sure thing. Black Panther and Holy Beast are strong, but the Vigilantes have four top-tier heroes and a super crowd control support. This wave has the advantage!]

……

Just when audiences around the world thought that a wonderful show of "the Four Heavenly Kings beating up the sacred beast Black Panther" would be staged, the mysterious hooded man who had been sitting steadily on the back of the white giant finally moved.

He jumped down from Jingxue's broad back, then took a step forward, slowly and steadily, and walked towards the pitch-black rat-tooth sacred beast that had just displayed its devastating power.

"Wait a minute! Master Dragon! What are you doing?!"

"Danger! Come back quickly!"

Tifa and Jingxue's voices sounded almost at the same time.

The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, like two old hens protecting their cubs, instantly stood in front of the main dragon, with unquestionable determination written on their faces.

"Is he crazy?! He wants to fight that monster alone?!"

"What the hell is he planning to do?! Does he think his 'hard control' will work on a boss of this level? Does he want to die?!"

Louis and Aaron were also startled by the main dragon's sudden action, and hurriedly surrounded it from different directions.

"Believe me."

The Dragon Master simply uttered three words calmly. His eyes, always as still as the abyss, swept over the two nervous girls before him. His voice was quiet, yet it carried a strange power that was enough to soothe them.

He walked around them and continued forward, his back silhouette stretched out in the light of the fire.

Tifa and Jingxue exchanged a glance, each seeing a hint of worry and helplessness in the other's eyes. But in the end, they chose to believe him, and like the most loyal shadow guards, they followed closely behind him, one on each side.

"System," the main dragon muttered in his mind, "tell the rat-toothed beast to be more restrained and not show it too obviously."

"Also, let it cooperate with me and put on a show."

[Received, Wish Power -200]

A strange scene happened.

Just when the main dragon appeared less than twenty meters in front of the sacred beast of the rat-toothed beast, the huge black beast, which was originally emitting tremendous ferocity and baring its fangs, suddenly froze with its huge body!

Its obsidian eyes were fixed on the tiny hooded figure that was slowly approaching.

The brutality and murderous intent in his eyes quickly receded like the tide, and were replaced by awe, piety, and even a subtle tremor from the deepest part of his soul!

Then, under the jaw-dropping gaze of hundreds of millions of viewers around the world, this terrifying sacred beast with a body length of more than 50 meters actually slowly lowered its proud and ferocious head like a subject meeting the king!

It’s like... a salute!