Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 337 Various countries on Earth launched [launches].

Dozens of familiar faces appeared on the screen.

Those were members of parliament and generals from the United States.

The speaker, who was in charge, spoke directly.

"Mars!"

"What the hell are you doing?!"

"Why launch a nuclear missile?!"

A general slammed his fist on the table and roared.

"Do you know that the Great Xia's nuclear embargo has already been activated!"

"The whole world is watching us!"

"Are you trying to drag the United States into hell?!"

Faced with questioning and accusations, Mars roared:

"I have no idea!"

"I know nothing about this damn stuff!"

His voice was hoarse, and he was on the verge of collapse.

"I never ordered the launch of a nuclear missile!"

"This is a trap!"

"It's a trap set by the Great Xia!"

The speaker sneered.

"trap?"

"Alright, we're all politicians, we don't have time to listen to your nonsense!"

"End this quickly, we don't want to die with you!"

Mars opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

But he just couldn't figure out what was going on with that nuclear bomb!

How could a nuclear missile have been launched without his orders?

Unless, of course, that nuclear bomb did not belong to the United States, but was launched from within its territory!

Yes, that must be it!

After thinking it through, Mars clenched his fist tightly, his nails digging into his palm.

"Great Xia..."

"You guys are so cruel!"

The speaker's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Now is not the time to assign blame!"

"Contact DaXia immediately!"

"Make them stop nuclear blackmail!"

"Otherwise, the United States will be finished!"

Mars gritted his teeth.

"I know."

Mars rushed to the communications station.

"Immediately connect me with the person in charge at DaXia; I want to speak with them personally!"

"Now! Immediately!"

The technician's fingers flew across the keyboard.

A few seconds later, the screen flickered.

A cold, stern face appeared in the picture.

Second-in-command.

He sat in a chair with the national emblem of the Great Xia Dynasty behind him.

His expression was calm, but his eyes were cold.

The moment Mars saw him, his anger surged to its peak, and he roared:

"This was all staged by you yourselves! Why?! Are you all insane?!"

"Immediately halt the nuclear launch!"

"Do you know that this could trigger a global nuclear war!"

"Blue Star will be destroyed!"

"Everyone will die!"

Number Two remained silent.

He simply stared at Mars, expressionless.

Mars, panting heavily, saw that the other person didn't answer and, fearing they might think he was shifting the blame, tried to explain:

"We didn't launch that nuclear missile at all!"

"This is a trap!"

"It's a trap set by you or someone else!"

"Damn it, stop firing!!"

Number Two finally spoke, his voice calm.

"It doesn't matter anymore. You brought all of this on yourselves."

He paused, his eyes growing even colder.

"The debt and interest accumulated over so many years."

"It's time for a reckoning."

Mars' eyes widened.

"What...what are you saying?!"

"What do you mean?"

"I told you, I didn't launch a nuclear missile, I didn't give the order, stop it now!"

Number Two shook his head.

"Mars, the nuclear bomb has detonated."

"The satellite surveillance captured it clearly."

"A nuclear missile was launched from your territory."

"Your special forces attacked our base."

"It is also a fact that your spies stole our secrets."

"Your robbery and logic... well, I'm too lazy to dwell on the old scores of history."

"A blood debt must be repaid in blood. You'd better watch yourself."

The words fell.

The screen went black.

Communication was unilaterally cut off.

Mars stood frozen in place, his mind blank.

The next second, he suddenly grabbed the communicator on the table and smashed it to the ground.

"Snap—"

The communicator shattered into several pieces, with parts flying everywhere.

"Damn it!"

"Damn Great Xia!"

"Damn trap!"

He clutched his hair with both hands, his chest heaving violently.

Inside the command center, everyone held their breath.

No one dared to speak.

Mars suddenly turned around and stared at the screen.

"military!"

"Intercept them immediately!"

"Launch all interceptor missiles!"

His voice was hoarse, almost frantic.

"Initiate nuclear binding!"

"Prepare for a nuclear attack!"

"This is all a conspiracy by the Great Xia!"

"I'll explain later, if we can survive!"

A general hesitated:

"Your Excellency the Consul..."

"If nuclear binding is activated, then it will truly be beyond repair."

Mars interrupted him.

"Shut up!"

"The enemy's nuclear missiles are already on their way. Should we just stand by and wait to die?"

The general gritted his teeth and nodded.

"yes!"

The communication was disconnected.

Inside the command center, the global real-time monitoring footage is magnified on a large screen.

From a satellite's overhead view, hundreds of red dots are moving rapidly.

That was a nuclear missile launched by the Great Xia.

They took off from their Arctic base, trailing long plumes of flame, and flew toward the major countries of Antarctica and the Arctic.

Extremely fast.

Around Mach 25.

Their movement is almost visible to the naked eye on the screen.

The technician's voice trembled.

"Report!"

"Estimated remaining arrival time of the missile..."

"The fastest, three minutes."

"The slowest, fifteen minutes."

Mars stared intently at the screen.

The footage shows that interception systems in dozens of countries around the world have been activated.

Interceptor missiles were launched one after another, attempting to intercept the nuclear weapons of the Great Xia.

In the sky, flames flickered one after another.

Explosions were heard one after another.

but……

The success rate of interception is extremely low.

The missiles of Daxia are too fast and too maneuverable.

Almost every one of them broke through the interception.

Mars' fingers gripped the back of the chair so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Just then.

The screen suddenly changed.

The number of red dots for what were originally a few hundred missiles suddenly increased dramatically.

Several hundred.

Several thousand.

Tens of thousands.

It's densely packed, covering the entire screen.

The technician's eyes widened.

"!!!"

"This...how is this possible?!"

"Nuclear missiles of all countries..."

"All launched!"

Mars suddenly turned his head.

"What?!"

He suddenly remembered that the ten-minute deadline given by various countries had already passed.

He rushed to the screen.

In the footage, countless missiles are launched into the sky above underground cities in major countries around the world.

Russia, the land of the Russian bear.

European countries.

The land of cherry blossoms.

South Korea.

Iraq.

Even some small countries have launched their few missiles.

In the sky, the missile's exhaust flames intertwined to form a sea of ​​fire.

It looked like fireworks.

But these fireworks carry a beauty of death.

Mars' legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

His face was deathly pale, and his lips trembled.

"It's over..."

"It's all over..."

Just then, a series of piercing alarms sounded in the hall.

An information soldier suddenly shouted:

"Report!"

"Our network system has been attacked!"

"The firewall has been breached!"

Another information soldier also shouted:

"Satellite system attacked!"

"Signal interrupted, connecting to other satellites!"

"Oh my god, other satellites are being destroyed one after another!"

"Dungeon No. 3 has lost contact!"

"Dungeon No. 5 has lost contact!"

"Fleet command system paralyzed!"

"Satellite guidance system malfunctioned!"

"The communication system... is also under attack!"

The entire command center instantly descended into chaos.

The technicians frantically typed on their keyboards, trying to fix the system.

However, one red warning window after another kept popping up on the screen.