World Tree Host's Wandering Digital Project

The command center didn't understand what Kikuoka was talking about. There were only three people in the company, a nouveau riche and two researchers. How could a whole team of elite special forces go wrong?

It would be better to say that other countries took the people away first and are still ambushing them.

But in fact, Kikuoka at the scene no longer had the energy to report to his superior. The overly surreal scene caused his brain to stop working temporarily.

In the corridor, Imia was nowhere to be found. Fully armed team members occupied various positions, wearing masks and holding guns, with the muzzles of their guns pointed at the door, ready to shoot at any time.

It is indeed a very cool and oppressive scene, but the premise is that we ignore the fact that their lower bodies have disappeared.

The upper body was suspended in the air with the gun on it, and the cross-section at the waist was still spewing out black particles. As the particles were spewing out, what was left of their body was also disappearing.

Kikuoka could see the eyes of the person closest to the door. The fear in his eyes was almost overflowing, but his body was unable to move, and he couldn't even open his mouth to beg for mercy.

Kikuoka watched helplessly as the entire action team turned into black particles and disappeared, and no one knew where those black particles went.

Suddenly, Kikuoka remembered that Imiya asked him to pass a message to his superior.

"Sir, we may be in trouble..."

Lying on the ground to relieve his emotions, Kikuoka picked up the communicator and reported with a wry smile, but the order from his superior was to ignore it. No matter how capable he was at killing, could he withstand a missile that couldn't even see a person?

Proxima Centauri's nature is by no means good, it is more like a god without blood or tears.

Under the control of the host, Proxima's avatar can sometimes show more human touch, but can also be more ruthless than the real Proxima.

Without any assistance, a large number of Hahamon can make humans sit and wait for death, not to mention Proximamon who is truly at the top.

His figure appeared on the internal networks of countries around the world, military bases, secret laboratories, special meeting rooms, and the mobile phones of top leaders... No matter what was on the screen before, whether it was turned on or not, it has now been replaced by the human image of Proxima Centauri.

"Human, I am Imiya Centri, also known as Proximamon. I am speaking to all nations on behalf of our Digimon God."

Right on the screen, Proxima Centauri changed back to its original form in the white light, and the pink and purple spots of light stretched to form a cross-shaped gap on the visor.

No one spoke, and no one cared about Imia's transformation. Everyone was issuing orders to the network department to find out where this guy had hacked in from.

Some important meetings were temporarily suspended to prevent intelligence from being overheard.

Until the secretary told them that the entire network department was paralyzed because the screen was full of Proxima images, no matter how hard they typed on the keyboard or even unplugged the power cord, they couldn't turn it off.

Only then did he decide to listen carefully to Proximamon to see what he wanted to say. Except for the network department and Kikuoka who were the first to be affected, no one really realized that this was not a hack or a deliberate special effect.

"It seems I have to prove my strength."

A world map appeared in front of Proxima Centauri, and he casually tapped on it twice.

When everyone was wondering what he was doing, the weather department's alarm almost exploded.

"A super-large storm has appeared in the Atlantic Ocean! The specific level is being calculated!"

"Multiple submarine volcanoes in the Pacific Ocean suddenly erupted!"

Satellite images show huge swirling clouds covering large areas, adding a little gray stain to the blue planet. The weather around the world is changing dramatically.

Worse was yet to come. A severe earthquake occurred near Wyoming, and testers were stunned when they found the center of the earthquake.

"Oh my God..."

The super volcano that has been dormant for 640,000 years is shaking, as if it is about to erupt with long-accumulated anger.

When the leaders saw the emergency report, they realized the urgency of the matter and that the guy on the screen did not seem to be a crazy hacker, but a member of an organization with super-high technology and weapons of mass destruction. "Proxima" was understood to be a code name.

They still couldn't understand that this was not a human, but a true alien.

"what do you want?"

The Prime Minister of the Russian Federation spoke first, but it seemed that he went in the wrong direction.

A small window of his was placed in the upper right corner of the screen. The people in the room quickly looked for the camera according to the position of the screen, and the screen got closer and closer until it was face to face with the Russian Prime Minister. The wrinkles that he carefully concealed could be seen on the screen, but he saw nothing.

"Instead of asking what I want, ask what you can give me."

Proxima Centauri stretched out its hand and pressed, and the red part displayed on the map quickly faded.

"I know some of you will not accept this, so I decided to make you realize your own weaknesses first... Right here, on an uninhabited island in the center of the Pacific Ocean, I will give you half a month to prepare. I will wait for you. No matter what weapons you use, I will not dodge or fight back. I hope you can grasp this opportunity.

an opportunity.”

A small red dot is marked on the map.

"By the way, don't touch the game I worked so hard to make, otherwise... Besides, it will be good for you, that's it."

Under Proxima Centauri, the entire map was glowing slightly red.

The picture returned to normal, as if nothing had happened, but the huge vortex in the satellite photo in the report at hand proved that it was not an illusion.

All work now had to be put aside, and the five gangsters immediately began to exchange information. No matter whether the other party was a monster or possessed some kind of meteorological weapon, they had to take the other party seriously. Communicating with various countries proved that what Proxima Centauri said was correct, and indeed all countries knew about Proxima Centauri's live broadcast.

It is true that no country has suffered from this sudden natural disaster, but that is only the result of Proxima Centauri being stopped in time.

Yingjiang immediately asked his younger brother to give an explanation. Neon now understood that the monster seemed to be not easy to deal with. The only survivor, Kikuoka, was pushed out and carefully recounted his entire process from departure to return to the base.

Although he was very nervous facing the five most powerful people in the world even through video, his professional qualities enabled him to explain things clearly.

"It sounds terrible, but it's impossible to make us surrender like this."

The then-American president still had a relaxed tone, as if they understood that they had indeed encountered something that science could not explain.

"Yes, he is too arrogant. We will do everything we can to destroy him and will not give him any chance to surrender or activate his abilities."

John Bull's female prime minister followed immediately. She didn't know what kind of ability the person who turned people into black particles had, but as long as he didn't see her, wouldn't it be fine?

“But it’s tricky to guard against his hacking abilities.”

Prime Minister Mao raised a new issue. The problems reported by the Internet department were taken seriously, but they could only be understood as the other party having super electronic warfare technology and remotely controlling the equipment.

"Let our experts be on standby at all times. We were just outnumbered last time. We can first scout the island, or bomb it to make sure there are no electronic devices on it. Even the most skilled hackers won't be able to control the network with their bare hands."

The Gallic Chicken seems to have come up with a good idea.

“Then everyone take your positions. We will definitely win. Let that monster and the terrorist organization behind it go to hell.”

"What about that game?"

"Given that the other side still has weapons of mass destruction, it is better not to act rashly."

The near eruption of the Yellowstone volcano also left the Eagle Sauce with lingering fears. Faced with the younger brother's question, the Eagle Sauce chose not to offend the other party for the time being.

After investigation, it seemed that the game was just an ordinary game with no information. The game helmet was disassembled and inspected, and it was no different from what they developed, so there was no need to provoke the other party first.

No one knows where the two remaining members of the company, Akihiko Kayaba and Rinko Kamishiro, have gone, and it is suspected that they were recruited into the organization by the other party.

On the surface, the general direction was determined through repeated negotiations. Basically, as long as these five people could reach an agreement on anything that happened on this planet, there would be no problem. Multiple countries carried out joint operations and military exercises in the Pacific.

The only problem is the distribution of benefits after the war, the miraculous electronic intrusion and remote control technology after defeating the enemy, the most important weather control weapons, and what to do with the enemy's corpses that may have super powers. These will have to wait until later, but it is believed that there will be open and covert struggles.

Time passed quickly during the meetings.

The small island where the battlefield was located was searched carefully, but nothing was found. It was just a flat land made of solid stones without even a tree. It was surrounded by sea and even the shipping routes did not pass through the area. It was truly a deserted place.

Information security experts from various countries are always on standby to meet the challenges.

Proxima Centauri appeared here as expected, and the satellite took a picture of him.

"Are you still wearing that funny costume?"

The Eagle commander who was commanding the battle showed the photo and ridiculed Proxima Centauri for wearing a four-legged costume. He scoffed at the alien claims.

"This doesn't look like a leather case..."

Neon naturally had photos as well, and looking at Proxima Centauri with its tail swinging freely on the screen, Kikuoka's superior had a bad thought in his mind. He also grew up watching special effects, and this thing didn't seem to be that kind of bulky clothing.

When the time came, following the order of the superiors, missiles rose from warships and military bases.

In order to show how much they care about this matter and to deter the hidden accomplices of Proxima Centauri, after discussion, several countries did not skimp on missiles. Although they thought one missile was enough and the rest was a waste, they still wanted to be on the safe side, and if the members of the terrorist organizations were scared and could surrender voluntarily with their technology,

That would be a huge profit.

Proxima Centauri just watched the white smoke in the sky getting closer and closer, but he really couldn't muster any interest.

The violent explosion engulfed Proximamon's body.

The commander of the Eagle Sauce yawned and went back to rest. It was impossible for any living creature to survive under such a direct hit by a missile. The hot beauty last night made his waist still a little sore.

"Oh my God!"

"Devil! He is the devil!"

The commander was brought back to his senses from his fantasy by the terrified shouts of the soldiers behind him.

The smoke screen caused by the missile on the screen was blown away by the strong wind, and the small island under Proxima's feet had been dented, while Proxima was just hanging in the air. The thing that was thought to be a costume was also completely unscathed.

"How is that possible?! See if the other party is a holographic projection!"

Fighter planes were sent out, and their machine guns swept Proxima Centauri. The bullets hit Proxima Centauri's body with a "ding-dong" sound, but Proxima Centauri did not move at all.

Finally, the helicopter, under the control of a crazy pilot, came face to face with Proxima. Machine guns and missiles fired directly at it, but it was still useless.

"devil!"

The terrified driver prayed desperately to God. Proxima Centauri had clearly done nothing but just glanced at him a few times, but he himself was frightened silly under the tremendous pressure.

Chapter 305: Cleansing the Planet, God or Devil?

Proxima allowed the entity's weapons to hit its body with sparks, and finally the collapsed helicopter pilot rushed forward with the cross on his necklace.

The high-speed rotating blades hit Proxima's body and deformed it instantly. The flames and explosions couldn't allow him to move at all.

Proxima Centauri looked up at the satellite in the sky. He seemed to be looking into the eyes of everyone in the photo. There was nothing in the pink and purple light, no contempt, no disdain... nothing at all, just pure disregard.

The anger of being humiliated overwhelmed the fear, and every troop spontaneously poured out all its firepower.

The ending was the same as always, no one was hurt, and Proxima's eyes didn't change at all.

The general gritted his teeth, glanced at the crew members who were already praying, walked out silently, and reported to his superiors, having to admit that they had no other options.

"Is he a real monster? He wasn't even injured under heavy bombardment? And he's just floating in the air?"

The American president took the communication from the general and the satellite photos handed over by his secretary.

He has put the matter behind him. Firstly, the elderly have poor memory, and secondly, it is just a terrorist organization. No matter how much high technology it has, it cannot compete with a superpower.

A tiny area of ​​ground had been cut below the sea surface, and Proxima Centauri was floating in the air, looking up at the camera.

“What should we do next?”

The general asked the president whether to take the final measure. The hawkish president felt conflicted and even had the urge to defecate.

Originally they just thought it was a high-tech terrorist organization, but who knew it was a real monster?

At this point, the general has played almost all the cards he can play, and the only thing left is humanity's ultimate weapon.

However, he really did not want to press that button. No matter whether there were people living there or not, if the news got out, he would forget about getting re-elected. At the very least, environmental organizations would organize marches, and hostile factions would attack him for wasting his talents and being a coward.

"I'm sorry, Mr. General, let me think about it first."

The American president was struggling in his chair, and finally decided to go to the bathroom first, sweating all over his forehead.

He had just taken off his pants and sat on the toilet when someone knocked on the door.

"Mr. President! Proxima is here again!"

"Wait a mininute."

"Hurry up! Mr. President! This is a big deal!"

Judging from the urgency of the situation, if he delays for a while, the people outside will break into the house.

As a last resort, even if the shit is about to come, you have to force it back

The American president came out with an embarrassed look on his face and took the tablet handed to him by his secretary in a bad mood.

"Why does it look so familiar?"

"This is one of our nuclear weapons storage bases!"

The secretary's words made the frowning president's eyes widen immediately, and Proxima Centauri's words also came out from the tablet.

"Everyone, it seems that you did not seize this opportunity, but I am willing to give you another chance."

The scene moves away from a series of missiles and bases marked "Nuclear" and the figure of Proxima Centauri reappears on the screen.

On the sea, Proxima Centauri's words were not only heard in various offices, but the soldiers and generals who formed the surrounding joint fleet also heard Proxima Centauri's voice.

"Since you don't want to make this decision, let me do it."

In the picture, Proxima Centauri raised his hand.