The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 199 God Killing
10 minutes ago, Washington DC, underground fortification.

Secretary of State Walter sat behind the long table and rubbed his aching temple.

Because it was crowded with high-ranking officials, the already small tactical command room seemed even more cramped.

These high-level officials who really decide the direction of the Bald Eagle country are all staring at the big screen at the end of the room, where the battle on the spire platform of the Tower of Babel is shown.

The private artificial satellite of the Wayne Group, which was called temporarily, is indeed as reliable as the company it belongs to. The broadcast signal is quite stable, and the scene is restored to the maximum extent, and it is presented to the present.

The battle between the Four Horsemen and the Avengers can be described as thrilling, with energy cannons dancing with swords and lights, thunder and strains flying across, vibrating gold shields to withstand repeated impacts, and occasional bows and arrows that sprang out from the dark caused violent explosions.

The momentum of the battle is so huge, even through the screen, these elites feel great pressure.

What the bald eagle elite relies on is the entire social machine.

Elites who are familiar enough with the operating rules of this huge machine can climb to the top, let other civilians serve them, and use the power of society as a whole to formulate rules for the general public, and civilians are strictly prohibited from overstepping.

However, their pride disappeared in front of these freaks who possessed strange powers and fought with the most primitive and brutal violence.

This kind of huge drop makes people's throat tight. Many high-ranking officials tugged at their collars when they saw Hulk chopping off a reinforced concrete building, as if they were holding their necks with their palms.

However, whether it is the shimmering four knights, the Nordic gods who master thunder, or the Hulk who can charge infinitely by relying on fury, their fighting methods are at least fixed and can be understood and analyzed by "common sense". .

On the other side, the battle between Li Ang and Tianqi has gone beyond what the human body can understand.

Blink, teleport, teleport, disappear, reappear.

The two of them are like the pictures on the old TV that are constantly freezing. The artificial satellite monitoring facilities can't keep up with the speed of the two. The low frame rate can only record one or two afterimages, which are presented in front of everyone present.

Not only that, the supernatural fluctuations escaping from the two of them will distort the surrounding air all the time, like a mirage.

If you focus too much on the progress of the battle between the two, followers will only feel that their energy is being consumed rapidly, not only cannot objectively analyze, but may even vomit endlessly due to the nausea brought about by the visual impact.

Secretary of State Walter kept a straight face, and the motion sickness medicine handed by the secretary relieved the pain to a large extent, allowing him to maintain his energy.

As a loyal patriot to some extent, he must concentrate on the outcome of this battle, which will affect the development of the entire United States and even the human race.

Whether it is the apocalypse who mastered the plague strain and tried to captively kidnap all human beings; or Li Ang, who formed an army by himself and could easily burst out huge productivity and become the "final producer";

In front of these two beings as powerful as gods, the other 70 billion ordinary people on the blue planet are as humble and insignificant as ants.

Thinking of this, the sense of fear gripped Walter's beating heart again.

The broadcast is still going on, Apocalypse is chanting scriptures, and the Tower of Babel is shrouded in an energy barrier.
Suddenly, the artificial satellite's broadcast screen ended abruptly and turned into pitch black.

"What's the situation? What about the picture?"

The Latino boss asked with a gloomy face, and the relevant staff immediately started to deal with it.

After a while, the door of the tactical command room was opened, and a staff member of the strategic office with a sign on his chest said awkwardly: "The outside of New York City is shrouded in broadband rates and high-intensity electromagnetic energy eruptions. The group is also temporarily unable to connect.”

In this narrow tactical command room, those high-ranking officials wearing clerk uniforms were still at a loss, but the American generals wearing bald eagle military uniforms had already changed their countenance, and even yelled out in a gaffe: "What?!"

The so-called electromagnetic energy eruption is actually a subsidiary effect of electromagnetic pulse EMP (Electromagnetic Pulse), which can generate a very strong electromagnetic field, couple with electronic equipment, generate a current surge, and then destroy the electronic equipment itself.

There are very few pathways that can cause the physical phenomena of electromagnetic pulses,

If the aircraft carrier loses communication, it can be explained, but satellites in low earth orbit can be affected
"Yes, is it a nuclear bomb?" A certain officer couldn't restrain his trembling body and asked awkwardly, "Who did it? Bear?"

"No, not a nuclear bomb."

Secretary of State Walter frowned, and after thinking for a while, he said decisively: "A low-altitude nuclear explosion with a height below 10 kilometers will only cause limited electromagnetic effects, and it is impossible to affect so far.

In a high-altitude nuclear explosion, the deflection of the Earth's magnetic field will make the electromagnetic pulse visible and easily scanned by other satellites.

Moreover, the 60-ton air blast produced at a height of 10 miles can cause EMP damage to more than half of the United States. In that case, our electronic equipment here in Washington will also be affected.

So this is not a nuclear bomb, it is just the aftermath of the battle. "

The Secretary of State, Walter, has always been known in American political circles for his lower body thinking. Hearing his calm, professional and comprehensive analysis at this time, everyone present was stunned and stared at him in disbelief.

It is naturally impossible for Secretary of State Walter to tell them that when he was a college student, in order to meet a certain university physics professor (widowed and living alone, a mid-aged lady who still has a charm, and a pair of underage twin daughters), he worked in the physics department. What hard work was spent on it,

He just kept a cold face, stared at everyone present with dead fish eyes, and said indifferently: "What are you looking at me for? I like reading science fiction, can't I?"

"Now is not the time to discuss this."

A certain American Navy general who was a first-class person interrupted Walter, and said directly to the Bald Eagle Master: "My lord, no matter who wins this battle, it will not be a good thing for the United States.

We have now lost New York and can no longer afford to risk losing the East Coast. "

The admiral didn't say the whole thing, but everyone present is outstanding, and there is a tacit understanding among each other, and the string song knows the meaning.

Both Tian Qi and Li Ang were beyond the reach of conventional weapons. They were regarded as gods in ancient times and were enshrined and sacrificed.

Regardless of whether the gods are benevolent or indifferent, regardless of whether the gods care about the offerings of the lower world, regardless of whether the gods understand the interests of mortals,
The existence of "God" itself is a threat to human beings.

"Man does not need God,"

Secretary of State Walter stared at the Latino leader, and said word by word: "The United States, which is trying to maintain its hegemony, does not need gods."

In the tactical command room, there was a dead silence.

"The gods are a threat, and since they are a threat, they need to be erased."

The admiral also raised his eyelids, and said calmly and firmly, "Mr. President, the United States needs your judgment."

The Latino master licked his chapped lips, and said with difficulty: "...First send out a group of sentries to observe the situation on the scene and make a trade-off.

If the success of killing the gods cannot be guaranteed, then prepare to drop a nuclear bomb. "

No one asked about the fate of those New Yorkers, and no one cared about the Avengers on the top of the Tower of Babel. Everyone was expressionless and easily decided their fate.

"Release the sentinel cluster."

This order was issued quickly, and after several times of radio wave communication relay, it was passed to several aircraft carriers.

These carriers are hundreds of kilometers away from New York, avoiding the first electromagnetic pulse of the Kabbalah tree of life.

The aircraft carrier cabin slowly opened, and hundreds of humanoid machines were exposed to the air.

These steel figures are more than three meters high, and their appearance is covered with extremely fine scale-like armor, covering them layer by layer.

The head of the humanoid machine is in the shape of an inverted triangle, with a round bottom and a round top. There is no mouth and nose, and there are only two narrow and thin holes in the eye sockets. There is a yellow brilliance in the holes, which probably act as visual sensors.

Since the 70s and [-]s, Dr. Bolivar Trask, an anthropologist, established the Trask Group, which specializes in cooperation with government departments, mainly producing defensive robots related to mutant genes—that is, the first generation of sentinel robots. .

Behind the scenes, the Tresk Group has always been inextricably linked with the X-Weapon Project. Relying on the confidential mutant information delivered by the X-Weapon Project, the sentry robots of the Tresk Group have been continuously improved, gradually reducing industrial costs, and becoming more practical. come stronger.

It wasn't until Magneto hijacked electronic equipment, conducted a global live broadcast, and beheaded William Stryker in public, that the federal government was under pressure and stopped most projects related to mutants.

Among them, there are even absurd projects proposed by some purebred human chauvinists to eliminate the possibility of birth of mutant babies from the genetic level by using genetically modified corn.

As for the dwarf doctor Bolivar, within a few days after the live broadcast, he was found bleeding from seven orifices and died violently at home.

The police didn't even get to the bottom of it, and decided on the absurd reason that "Dr. Bolivar Trask held a naked meeting in a luxury villa until he died of a sudden myocardial infarction".

This kind of absurd event, comparable to the Onion News, did not cause any waves during the time when mutants became politically correct. It was not until then that the dregs surfaced and became the gossip of the common people—after all, the dwarf capitalists held open meetings The scene is fascinating enough.

Whether Bolivar died because of the mutant forces, or whether someone in the federal government wanted to cover up his tracks, these are no longer important.

The most important thing is that the sentinel robot technology left by the Trask Group has been fully accepted by the Federation, and has been improving and debugging in secret, as a backup to prevent mutant riots.

Although he had not experienced high-intensity actual combat tests, a certain senior official standing on the bridge of the aircraft carrier was extremely confident in the sentry, talking and laughing happily, and lashing out at Fang Qiu.

"The first echelon of the sentinel robot cluster, let's go!"

The commander watched in high spirits as the sentries spewed out flames and swept forward against the deck of the aircraft carrier.

These ark reactors purchased from the Stark Group have completely solved the energy supply problem of the sentinel robots, allowing the robot battle group to fly hundreds of kilometers at high speed and carry out surprise attacks.

In the eyes of this front-line commander, the sentinel robot, which is small in size, powerful in firepower and does not cause radar fluctuations, seems to be the main battle weapon of the next generation that can be arranged alone.

The most important thing is that the sentinel mechanical cluster can resist the interference of electromagnetic pulses, and can rush into the barrier of the Kabbalah tree of life.

"May God bless America."

The commander crossed himself and watched as hundreds of Sentinels formed a group and flew towards Manhattan.

He stood there in a daze, suddenly, as if thinking of something, he clenched his fists and said softly to himself, "No, no, I shouldn't have said that."

"It should be, go fuck those two domineering gods."

The swarm of sentinel robots, which the commander had placed high hopes on, rushed to the top of the Tower of Babel in a menacing manner.

They, in order to maintain the order in the world, shouldered the glorious responsibility of "killing gods".

It's a pity that the Zhou Tian Xing Dou array was activated.

Under the sky full of stars, the ice and snow of these highly anticipated mechanical clusters melted and turned into thousands of winds.

What kind of titanium alloy skeleton and what can change the outer shell are vulnerable to the star map.

Only one sentinel machine was particularly lucky, relying on the body of its companion to block it, it avoided most of the starlight.

The last survivor, with difficulty maneuvering his body that had been obliterated by the starlight, flew up to the top of the Tower of Babel.

Through the communication device of this Sentinel robot, the White House elites were able to observe the situation on the scene.

Tian Qi fell to the ground slumped under the falling starlight, while Li Ang put away the formation indifferently, turned around silently, and looked at the sentinel robot who was carrying the duty of "killing gods".

(End of this chapter)