novelslam Chapter 223 The Power of Nuclear Bombs
Chapter 223 The Power of Nuclear Bombs
Song Chen looked at the terminal. Qi Shanhe had just sent him a message: What was he planning to do? Was he about to make a move?
He pressed the answer button.
"Song Chen, don't run, dig a hole where you are." Qi Shanhe's voice came from space.
Song Chen stopped in his tracks, a question lingering in his mind: "Digging a hole?"
"The Sirius King has withdrawn from the main battlefield. It is seriously injured, but its determination to kill you is still strong."
"This is the time to strike. What you need to do is simple: dig a hole on the spot, more than 500 meters deep, the kind of hole that can withstand a 12-megaton nuclear bomb."
Qi Shanhe's tone was very solemn.
Song Chen thought for a second: "A 500-meter-deep hole, Councilor Qi, are you going to drop a nuclear bomb on my head?"
"The Sirius King's mental strength is too strong. We can't use intercontinental ballistic missiles. The missiles are too slow from launch to landing and make too much noise. The Sirius King can sense the trajectory of the ballistic missile in advance, so it has plenty of time to dodge."
"I will personally drop the nuclear bomb, from a height of 3,000 meters, at a distance that it will not have time to react."
"But you have to hold it off for at least ten seconds, before the nuclear bomb hits the ground, and prevent it from escaping."
"Ten seconds." Song Chen looked down at the ice beneath his feet, then looked up at the northern horizon.
The aura of the Sirius King could already be faintly sensed, like an approaching blizzard, and even the sky was slightly changing color.
"Sirius King, peak sixth rank, let me stall for ten seconds."
"Could you?"
"Yes." Song Chen thrust the Tianjun Blade into the ice, the blade cutting into the frozen soil, and golden-purple arcs of electricity spread underground along the cracks in the ice.
"Five hundred meters, one minute is enough. I have enough time to wait for it at the entrance. But Councilor Qi, with a yield of twelve megatons, what is the kill radius of the explosion's epicenter?"
"The area within 3,000 meters is an absolute lethal zone, so we asked you to dig 500 meters deep. The 500-meter-deep permafrost layer plus ice shell can absorb most of the shock waves and heat radiation."
"You just need to survive the first wave in the cave. The remaining radiation and aftershocks are nothing to you with the Northern Darkness Armor."
"it is good."
Song Chen hung up the call and immediately began digging a tunnel.
The blade's energy pierced the ice layer, and a lightning field exploded beneath his feet, shattering the frozen soil and ice shell with golden-purple lightning.
The efficiency of the Grandmaster-level combat skill of digging holes is no less than that of fighting. With one slash, a cut more than ten meters deep is made. Lightning flows in through the cut, loosening the frozen soil inside, and the wind vortexes created by the soaring wind blow the ice and soil debris outward.
He kept calculating the time in his mind as he dug.
A minute passed, and the cave was already more than 500 meters deep.
He widened the bottom of the cave to make sure it was big enough for a person to crouch down, then jumped out of the cave and sat cross-legged on the edge of the opening.
The Heavenly Blade rested across his knees, his cloak pulled tighter, and his aura concealed to the lowest possible level.
From a distance, it looks like a rock sitting on an ice field.
Sirius arrived faster than he had anticipated. In less than five minutes, the silvery-white mountain silhouette on the northern horizon tore through the gray-white clouds of the polar region.
Augsa's 500-meter-long body raced across the ice field, each limb shattering the ice surface within a hundred meters with every push, leaving a trail of ice mist several kilometers long behind him.
Its body was covered with Zhou Wangyue's charred palm prints, the Ice Demon King's frozen fist craters, and bloody holes pierced by Gulbak's spear. Its silvery-white fur was stained mottled gray-blue, and there was a deep wound on its left foreleg that exposed bone. That was left by the Ice Demon King's last punch, and the injury was not serious.
It saw Song Chen, and then stopped.
The 500-meter-long giant wolf stopped on the ice less than a kilometer away from Song Chen, its four paws carving four deep furrows into the ice.
It looked down at the human sitting cross-legged at the cave entrance, and a golden flame flickered in its vertical pupil.
It didn't pounce immediately because the scene was too illogical.
A fifth-tier human killed its eldest son, destroyed its logistics base, slaughtered one of its sixth-tier subordinates, and then instead of running away, sat here waiting for it.
"Human, aren't you going to run?" the Sirius King asked.
Song Chen stood up, took the Tianjun Blade in his hand, and looked up at the wolf's head, which was bigger than a small mountain: "Why are you running? I killed your son, so I have to talk to you face to face."
The killing intent in the Sirius King's vertical pupils was almost overflowing.
"Okay, very good."
"The sea dragon and the giant whale said you were a monster that humans hadn't seen in a thousand years. I didn't believe it at first. What waves could a mere fifth-tier beginner stir up?"
"Now I believe you, you are the most amazing human I have ever met."
Song Chen pointed the Heavenly Blade at the enormous wolf's head: "Thank you for the compliment, but you're wrong about one thing."
"I'm not only the most amazing human you've ever met, but I'll also be the last human you ever see."
Sirius King's golden flame vertical pupils suddenly widened, and it was about to refute when it sensed something was wrong.
Above us, something was approaching at an incredibly terrifying speed from above the clouds.
On Song Chen's terminal, Qi Shanhe's two words appeared: "Enter the cave."
He immediately turned over and jumped into the hole.
At the same time, Qi Shanhe made his move three thousand meters in the air.
The spiritual power of the top military leader of the Great Xia Dynasty descended from the sky, transforming all his spiritual power into an invisible blade.
The knife didn't strike the Sirius King's body; instead, it pierced directly into its sea of consciousness.
The Sirius King's 500-meter-long body was pinned to the spot halfway through its attack, its four giant claws digging deep trenches in the ice, but its body was unable to move.
Its mental power launched a frenzied counterattack, and the two mental forces in its sea of consciousness collided, shattering the ice surface within a radius of several thousand meters.
Qi Shanhe emerged from the clouds, one hand maintaining the gesture of mental energy locking, the other holding a four-meter-long cone-shaped object.
The object's outer shell was made of a dark gray heat-resistant alloy, with no markings, tail fins, or propulsion devices; it was a pure nuclear warhead.
Then, Qi Shanhe used the most primitive method to drop the nuclear bomb directly from a height of three thousand meters.
With a mass equivalent of 12 million tons, the force of gravity, combined with the arm strength of a sixth-level martial artist, results in a falling speed far exceeding that of free fall.
Sirius King saw the dark gray cone that was rapidly enlarging.
Its pupils suddenly contracted, and it let out a deafening roar. Its fur bristled, and it unleashed all of its sixth-tier peak spiritual energy without regard for cost.
It finally broke free from the mental lock and lunged sideways with all four limbs.
But the nuclear bomb had already detonated at that moment.
Inside the nuclear bomb, an airburst fuse, precise to the millisecond, triggered a nuclear reaction at a height of 300 meters above the ice surface.
At this moment, Song Chen had already fallen to the bottom of the hole.
He pushed the psionic shield of the Northern Darkness Armor to its maximum power, the faceplate closed automatically, and he curled up and squatted at the deepest part of the cave with his hands behind his head.
The 500-meter-high layer of permafrost and ice above him was the only barrier between him and the epicenter of the nuclear explosion.
Then the world turned white.
It was an indescribable white.
Pure energy instantly heated the air, ice, rocks, and the corpses of strange beasts within a radius of several thousand meters to millions of degrees.
The gray-white sky of the polar region was torn apart, and a fireball several kilometers in diameter rose from the ice field, its core temperature comparable to that of a star's surface.
This was followed by a shockwave.
The permafrost and ice shell were peeled away layer by layer. The supersonic shockwave centered on the fireball crushed everything within a radius of more than ten kilometers. Ice and rock were uprooted. The remaining psionic ore piles at the logistics base exploded in the shockwave. The blue and white psionic flames were engulfed by the orange fireball of the nuclear explosion.
Then came the sound.
The deafening roar that followed the shockwave echoed throughout the land, like the groans of the earth being torn apart, or like the deep lamentations of the entire Arctic.