stjorthotic Chapter 277 God's-eye View from Above Antarctica
Chapter 277 God's-eye View from Above Antarctica
The Aurora spaceplane, like a black phantom, silently pierced the stratosphere above Antarctica.
Its speed has reached an astonishing Mach 12.
The high temperature generated by the friction between the fuselage and the air gives its outer shell a dark red luster.
The atmosphere inside the cockpit was tense and solemn.
"Reporting to the Commander, we have entered the target airspace and are less than fifty kilometers from the center of the ground energy reaction."
The pilot, an ace pilot codenamed "Hawkeye," reported to his superior in a deep voice.
Sitting behind him was a burly man with a cold face, dressed in a specially made black combat suit.
He was the supreme commander of this operation, the legendary captain of SEAL Team Six, codenamed "Commander," Mark Smith.
There were four other people sitting next to him.
These four people are all different in height, weight, and build.
But they all exuded a powerful aura that far surpassed that of ordinary people.
They are the members of the "Alpha" team, the most elite group selected from tens of thousands of superhumans across the United States.
One, Magneto, who can manipulate metal.
One, a lightning bolt, capable of transforming into lightning.
A mind reader, possessing telepathic and mental abilities.
There is another one, whose body can be as hard as stone and whose strength is immense: the Stone Man.
They are the sharpest trump card in the hands of the US military.
"Prophet, have you discovered anything?" Commander Mark asked the mind reader, whose eyes were closed and whose brow was furrowed.
The woman codenamed "Prophet" slowly opened her eyes, a hint of weariness and confusion flashing in them.
"That's strange... Commander."
Her voice carried a hint of uncertainty.
"My mental energy was subjected to very strong interference after entering this airspace."
"The air was filled with a chaotic and violent spiritual residue that I had never felt before."
"It's like... just a short while ago, an extremely terrifying mental storm occurred here."
"Besides that, I can't sense anything. Below, it's like a spiritual vacuum."
Upon hearing her words, Commander Mark's brows furrowed even deeper.
A mental storm?
A vacuum zone?
This all means that something beyond their imagination definitely happened below.
"Eagle Eye, lower the altitude, activate all detection equipment, and give me a clear view of the situation below!" he ordered in a deep voice.
"Yes, Commander!"
The Aurora began to slowly descend, and under its fuselage, a series of high-precision optical and radar detectors were activated simultaneously, scanning the ice field below again and again.
However, the image displayed on the screen was a huge disappointment to everyone.
Below was a flat, almost perfect ice field.
Pure white, flawless.
Let alone the giant sinkhole or battle traces they had envisioned.
Not even a slightly larger, protruding piece of ice could be found.
The entire ice surface was so smooth, as if it had been carefully sanded with sandpaper.
"This...how is this possible?"
A technician responsible for operating the detection equipment looked at the screen and muttered to himself.
"The devastating energy detected by the earthquake monitoring system originated from here! How is it possible that there isn't a single trace?"
"Could it be that our equipment is malfunctioning?"
"Impossible!" Commander Mark exclaimed categorically. "Seismic stations all over the world detected it! There's absolutely no way it could be wrong!"
"The only explanation is..."
A look of horror flashed in his eyes.
"Some force, beyond our comprehension, has... erased all traces of this place!"
It can trigger a super earthquake, and it can also erase all traces completely.
What kind of terrifying entity is hidden behind all this?
Just when everyone was plunged into deep confusion and shock.
An anomaly has occurred!
"ah--!"
The mind reader codenamed "Prophet" suddenly let out a piercing scream!
She clutched her head, her body convulsing violently, and bright red blood flowed from all seven orifices!
"Prophet! What's wrong with you?!"
The stone man closest to her was terrified and rushed to help her up.
"Don't touch her!" Commander Mark shouted sternly.
He saw that the "prophet's" eyes had completely turned into a pure white, unfocused expanse!
She was emanating an extremely terrifying mental fluctuation!
"Warning! Warning! High-intensity psychological shock detected!"
"Cockpit protective field, 300% overload!"
"All electronic devices are malfunctioning!"
"The plane is out of control! We are falling!"
Inside the cockpit, the piercing alarm and the pilot "Hawkeye's" terrified screams mingled together!
The entire "Aurora" was like a bird with broken wings, losing all power, and began to spiral uncontrollably toward the ice field below!
"Damn it!"
Commander Mark gripped the armrests of his chair tightly to steady himself.
He knew that they must have triggered some kind of unknown restriction!
"Everyone! Prepare for a forced landing! Prepare for the assault!" he roared into the communicator.
However, at that moment...
Even stranger things happened.
Everyone present, including Commander Mark, the roaring pilot, and the three members of the "Alpha" squad who were preparing to use their unique skills to protect the aircraft.
Their bodies froze at the same time.
Their eyes, like the "prophet's," became dull and empty.
At the same time, they all saw a "memory" in their minds that did not belong to them.
It was a video "recorded" from a superior, "God's-eye view".
The scene begins.
It was a vast, boundless underground cavity.
In the center of the hollow, there stood a huge and malevolent biological warship.
Then, two figures, like gods, descended from the sky.
One, clad in dark red divine armor and wielding a war spear, appeared as if a demon god had descended to earth.
One, dressed in golden holy armor, with icy eyes, looked like a god descended to earth.
What followed completely shattered their worldview.
They saw that the red "demon god," like a madman, charge into the sky-covering swarm of insects and unleash a bloody massacre.
Each swing of the spear takes the lives of thousands upon thousands of alien insects.
They saw a ferocious thunder beast, over a hundred meters tall and resembling a mythical behemoth, crawl out of the warship.
Then, a savage melee ensued with that red "demon god," a battle powerful enough to shatter mountains.
At last.
They saw the golden "god" slowly raise his fist.
Then, he threw a punch.
No sound.
There was no light.
Only the most complete annihilation.
The mountain-like biological warship, before their very eyes, vanished inch by inch into nothingness.
Followed by.
It was that red "demon god" who embraced the thunder beast in a way that seemed to lead to mutual destruction.
Then, it let out a frantic roar towards the sky.
"Use your strongest move! Blast it to smithereens, me too!"
At last.
It was a golden lightning bolt, powerful enough to shatter atoms, descending from the sky.
To completely erase that area, everything.
The scene ends abruptly there.
Inside the "Aurora Goddess," everyone's body suddenly jolted.
They regained consciousness.
"Huff... huff... huff..."
Everyone was panting heavily, their bodies soaked in cold sweat.
Their faces were filled with the fear of surviving a disaster, and a horror that could not be described in words!
What did they just see?
What is that...?
god……
That was a real war between gods!
"Warning! Warning! Impact imminent! Impact imminent!"
The piercing alarm pulled them back to reality.
"Hawkeye!" Commander Mark was the first to react and shouted at the pilot.
"I'm here, Commander!" Hawkeye snapped back to reality, glanced at the instrument panel, and exclaimed with delight, "Power restored! All systems back to normal! I can control the aircraft!"
He immediately and frantically began to operate the machine.
When they were less than 100 meters away from the ice.
Finally, amidst a violent tremor, the Aurora pulled its nose up again, narrowly escaping death.
The plane regained its stability.
But inside the cockpit, there was a deathly silence.
No one speaks.
Everyone was still immersed in the terrifying "miracle" that had been forcibly imprinted in their minds, unable to extricate themselves.
A long time passed.
Commander Mark spoke slowly into the communicator in a dry, trembling voice:
"Calling...calling the Pentagon..."
"This is Commander Mark..."
"Mission...mission canceled..."
He paused for a moment, as if using all his strength, before uttering his last words.
"We...we saw...God..."