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on the deck.

Actually, we don't really mind mental decline.

Many important figures were roaring inwardly.

A long life, a superior existence, transcending even the threat of a bomb—what is mere intellect worth?

And this clearly means it will increase with age, okay? And...

and many more!

Many people shuddered, raising their heads in horror to look at the magnificent life form.

It seems like only that Japanese police officer said one sentence from beginning to end.

next moment.

"Yes, your thought processes are too straightforward for me."

"No, no, no, this is not mind reading, but rather that your thought processes are too straightforward and your structure is too simple."

"Yes, just like how you see a two-dimensional world, you can see everything on a single sheet of paper."

Everything about you is open to me.

"not understand?"

"Let me put it this way! What do you think your human... um... your consciousness should be like?"

"Yes, those are the very thoughts that are running through your minds right now."

The white dragon head tilted slightly and approached Toyokawa Shoko in horror.

“Interesting. You seem to be trying to use suggestion to control your conscious mind and deceive me.”

this moment.

Her megalophobia kicked in, her legs went weak, and Miss Xiao Xiang collapsed to the ground.

“I remember that some of your philosophers divide it into the conscious mind and the subconscious mind. The conscious mind is the thought in your mind at this moment, while the subconscious mind is the original consciousness in your heart that you are unaware of.”

"It's a pity that everything about you mortals is too straightforward."

"Whether it's the subconscious or the conscious mind, in my eyes it's like an unfolding scroll."

Your memories, your thoughts, may seem illusory to you, merely a concept.

But in my eyes, they are patterns that have "form".

It has nothing to do with whether your will is firm or your spirit is resilient.

"All your thoughts and conscious activities are two-dimensional in our eyes, simple, merely symbols, no different from your physical bodies, and are also part of you."

"Yes, this is the divine form of existence; what you see is only the aspect that your visual system can capture."

"As you have already discovered, human vision is a trichromatic system, while birds' vision is tetrachromatic."

What you can see with your eyes is only a tiny fraction of the world.

"Just as time is an illusory concept in your eyes, but a tangible entity in our eyes."

Just as space appears flat to you, you have also calculated its stretching and curvature.

"Therefore, what you see is only one side of us."

The white dragon lazily retracted its crystal-clear head, as if it had lost interest.

"Therefore, after the white monkey landed on the continent of the serpent god, I almost never went to the mortal world again."

He complained, "Can you imagine those intricate, chaotic, yet densely packed lines?"

"In the wake of this technological explosion, your thinking has become far too superficial."

He maintained a lazy demeanor throughout, as if he were talking to himself rather than explaining to them.

They understand that feeling.

They do this when they find a tree hollow or an anthill to talk to themselves.

But at this moment, they are ants.

That's a god looking down on mortals.

Because of human understanding, gods have been divided into evil gods and good gods.

A mischievous child who plays by pouring boiling water on an ant nest is clearly an evil spirit.

Those who drop breadcrumbs into an anthill are considered benevolent spirits.

They're all just kids, they don't really have any sense of good or evil. Maybe one of the kids pouring boiling water to clean an anthill might suddenly throw some cookie crumbs into another anthill.

Volume 1: Chapter 76 The fleet arrived, the fleet was gone.

Children wouldn't even try to understand the thinking of ants.

If ants were to display a jumbled mess of thoughts, most children would probably be so annoyed that they'd want to pour boiling water on them.

Amuro Tooru thought to himself.

Therefore, from the current perspective, this Mr. Dragon, this divine being, is seen as a benevolent deity by humankind.

He has always been very good-tempered and reasonable, and as his parents, we haven't held him accountable for littering.

Let alone a reasonable god, even reasonable people are rare these days...

My thoughts were interrupted.

They saw a massive modern fleet slowly come into view at the horizon.

The Federation's Seventh Fleet, which was stationed at Yokosuka Port, finally arrived late.

saved.

Many important figures looked pleasantly surprised.

The Federation has a total of seven fleets, from the Second Fleet to the Seventh Fleet, and the Tenth Fleet.

而其中第七舰队常规兵力包括1艘蓝岭号指挥舰、1艘核动力航空母舰、3至4艘配备导弹的巡洋舰、18至20艘导弹驱逐舰及护卫舰、5至8艘登陆舰以及5至6艘攻击型潜艇等，战机350架，总兵力达6万人。

It could be said that the Federation is the largest maritime force in the world.

Even gods, as long as it's not too outrageous, should, probably, possibly, maybe, perhaps be wary... right?

The thought that their detached demeanor and gaze could cause their bodies to disintegrate and their organs to scatter in different directions caused everyone to fall silent.

That seems a bit unreliable.

Although everyone is greedy, they're not stupid.

If the temptation is great, one might be willing to gamble even at the risk of death.

But if there's no chance of survival, then forget it.

Suddenly.

Everyone became well-behaved.

It's likely that the federal fleet was also there to intimidate, and the bigwigs on Capitol Hill aren't stupid; they understand this.

But they overlooked one point: it wasn't decades ago.

Is the current federal government still able to command the military?

We can make money together, but anyone who gets in my way will be killed. Do you really think your plane is Ultraman and can't be shot down?

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Image: "Seventh Fleet", Location: "Images/1760514142-100451303-113972904.jpg"

"Shit, Arms, God, what are you doing?"

In the communications.

A small, side-parted golden retriever was barking uncontrollably.

Trump was stunned; he hadn't given any order to attack.

So what if a few members of Japanese conglomerates die? His surface slogan is "United States First, Make the Union Great Again," but his underlying slogan is white supremacy, okay?

Besides, the Japanese conglomerates have so many families, what does it matter if a few people die? It's better if more people die, consider it helping them learn about family planning in the East.

He could then send all the illegal immigrants over there to change the race of Japan.

As a result, his Federation's Seventh Fleet was deployed?

When Trump did the math, he was utterly shocked.

Once the army moves, it takes millions of rations. He's already too busy cutting military spending to even think about increasing it.

By any measure, those supernatural items, which have no known use, aren't worth much.

Don't talk to me about the future. He's eighty years old. He'll be dead by then. What does it have to do with him?

"Arms, halt the fleet immediately."

The admiral looked at him coldly: "Finished? If you're done, shut up. What time do you think this is? Is it like before? The fleet is in my hands, I call the shots."

Damn it, I already said I'd lead everyone to get rich, and now I'm turning back halfway?

He will be chopped into mincemeat inch by inch.

Besides...

"It's just an animal, it can't even speak human language, what are you afraid of? Shut up now, and I'll give you a fair price later, otherwise... hmph~"

"Wait, what are you going to do?"

Communications side.

The blond-haired boy with the side parting was terrified, trembling and screaming like a madman: "Calm down, Arms, calm down, don't let greed blind you..."

At this time.

A soldier knocked on the door and came in.

"Report: We are now within 20 kilometers of the target."

Admiral Arms abruptly hung up the communication, turning back coldly: "I authorize the start of the war in my capacity as Supreme Commander of the Pacific Fleet!"

Those outside the video could not feel the suffocation and trembling that seemed to originate from a higher dimension.

Even now, he still thinks it's just fighting a supernatural species.

At most, it'll be a bit bigger, spitting water or spraying fire.

So what if you can withstand a bomb?

While the bomb has a wide range, is its strength comparable to his depleted uranium armor-piercing round?

That's equivalent to millions of tons of force per square centimeter. (A two-thousand-joule armor-piercing projectile has a force of hundreds of tons per square centimeter.)

Let alone carbon-based life forms, no matter could withstand it.

He doesn't have the authority to use nuclear weapons, but with nuclear weapons, there's plenty to go around.

Fighter jet formations continuously patrolled the airspace, while early warning aircraft were dispersed at various nodes.

Targeted missiles were launched into the launchers, and fighter jets, destroyers, and bombers began to ignite and prepare for flight.

Driven by money and beauty—or rather, career and love—even the Federation army displayed astonishing fighting spirit.

Of course, the main reason was also the distance, plus the fact that the white dragon was a rather slender type, somewhat resembling an early Chinese dragon.

(Actually, I've always felt that the image of modern Western dragons may have been inspired by our Han Dynasty dragons, and many of our Han Dynasty dragons had wings.)

Image: "Han Dynasty Dragon", Location: "Images/1760514249-100451303-113972904.jpg"

Image: "Han Dynasty Dragon", Location: "Images/1760514279-100451303-113972904.jpg"

Such a big move naturally couldn't be kept secret.

On the giant ship, a group of important figures suddenly changed their expressions.