Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 425 Great Xia, in peril!

Before the astral portal, light and shadow rippled like water.

Several soldiers carefully carried a sleeping body on a stretcher through the portal.

That was Lin Mo's body left on Blue Star.

Seeing this, Lin Mo took a step and entered the familiar world that belonged to the continent of Terra.

Without the slightest hesitation, a military off-road vehicle was already waiting nearby.

We got in the car, the wheels kicked up dust, the engine roared low, and we headed straight for the command center of the fiefdom.

Lin Mo leaned against the car window, watching the otherworldly scenery rushing past outside. The light cast by the two suns seemed cold and piercing at this moment.

"squeak--"

The SUV braked suddenly and stopped at the entrance of the command center.

Lin Mo pushed open the door and entered.

Long Zhan and Zhao Gang were both in the huge command hall.

Several senior staff officers were gathered around the sand table, the atmosphere so intense it bordered on arguing.

"I insist that a saturation nuclear strike must be carried out immediately!" a young colonel-level staff officer shouted, his eyes bloodshot.

"While it's still establishing its foothold, let's use fifty nuclear warheads, each with a yield of nearly ten million tons, to cover the entire region! I don't believe it can withstand them all!"

"Foolish!" another elderly staff officer with glasses and gray hair immediately retorted.

"The target is an eighth-tier being. Even a seventh-tier being might not be killed at the edge of an explosion, let alone an eighth-tier one?"

"I have a feeling this absolutely cannot cripple, or even kill, it!"

"Once it discovers that its entire demon army has been destroyed, it will lose the bond of the demon army."

"Tell me, how do you defend against an eighth-tier demon god capable of maneuvering at Mach 5 and appearing and disappearing without a trace?"

"It will vanquish our bases and our portals one by one, like a ghost!"

"By then, we won't even be able to find its shadow; we'll simply be worn down and killed! Great Xia can't afford to gamble on that!"

Both sides stuck to their own versions of events, arguing heatedly until their faces were red with anger.

Until Lin Mo's figure appeared at the door.

"Commander Lin!"

"Commander Lin!"

All the arguments came to an abrupt halt, and everyone stood up, their eyes meeting.

Lin Mo nodded, his gaze sweeping over Long Zhan and Zhao Gang.

"Commander Lin, you're back."

"Brother Zhao, General Long." Lin Mo nodded, greeted him, and asked:

"What's the current situation? Are there any solutions?"

The old chief of staff sighed, pushed up his glasses, and looked bitter.

"Commander Lin, the target's speed and reaction have exceeded the locking limits of our conventional weapons."

He pointed to the screen, at the frozen image of the dark gold figure punching and blasting a missile.

"Our only chance of winning is to detonate the nuclear bomb at a distance it cannot avoid."

The old staff officer paused for a moment, then presented a brutal plan.

"The only solution we can think of right now is to have a seventh-tier powerhouse on the Terra continent carry a high-yield nuclear bomb and use the concealment of a spatial ring to retrieve it in the instant of close combat..."

"Isn't this just mutual destruction?" Lin Mo's brows furrowed instantly.

What kind of tactic is this?

This was clearly a suicide attack, causing heavy casualties on both sides.

"Heh..." Zhao Gang let out a bitter laugh, a laugh filled with helplessness and sorrow.

"If we can truly confirm that it's a matter of 'mutual destruction,' then we can start talking to the various ethnic groups now."

"Terra is their home, and no matter how reluctant they are, this is the only thing they can do."

"What we fear most is... that the seventh-tier enemy dies while the opponent only suffers minor injuries."

"You should know that Murphy, who is at the peak of the seventh rank and is only half a step away from the eighth rank, can withstand our artillery shells and missile bombardments without being damaged."

"And this is a complete eighth-order demon god. His shield is very likely to be able to withstand the bombardment of a nuclear bomb."

A few words made the temperature in the entire command hall drop even more.

Lin Mo was speechless.

Yes, even the Pope, who was halfway to the eighth rank, combined with the top combat power of the entire continent, could only severely injure and force him to retreat.

Eighth-order nuclear weapons, are they really feasible?

"But this is just our speculation..." one of the staff officers, who advocated for a saturation bombardment with nuclear weapons right now, said in a low voice, still unwilling to give up.

"Is there any other way?" Lin Mo asked.

Long Zhan, who had been silent all along, finally spoke.

"Yes. We can set a trap."

Lin Mo's eyes lit up.

Long Zhan walked to the sand table, swiped his finger across it, and brought up a map of a rugged mountain range.

"Hundreds of high-yield nuclear bombs were planted in this area in advance, forming a huge nuclear explosion matrix."

"Then, find a way to lure Orion into the center of the trap and detonate it at the same time."

"At this scale, if it enters the core of the explosion, it will be severely damaged even if it doesn't die."

"I refuse to believe its shield won't be worn down!"

A spark of hope rekindled in Lin Mo's eyes, but Long Zhan's next words were like a bucket of ice water poured over him.

"The question is, why does it need to land?"

"What reason would an eighth-tier demon god capable of levitation and supersonic flight have to foolishly walk into our meticulously laid ground trap?"

Yes, the opponent is not a wild beast, but a demon god who has lived for countless years, possessing both cunning and wisdom.

It won't obediently follow your script.

Lin Mo's eyes, which had just lit up, dimmed again.

He sighed and asked:

"What about the tribes of Terra? They've dealt with Orion before, do they have any ideas?"

Long Zhan shook his head:

"We have already informed them of the situation."

"But so far, there has been no feedback."

"I'm afraid...they are even more desperate than we are."

Just then, a communications soldier in charge of monitoring suddenly stood up and shouted:

"Report! Unusual movements detected in other demonic forces!"

"All demonic frontline forces are now in full retreat!"

"Whoosh!"

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to the main screen.

Satellite surveillance footage showed the demon army covering the land.

At this moment, however, they retreated like the receding tide from the outskirts of the territories of the Holy Humans, Elves, Dwarves, and Orcs.

They abandoned the encirclement they had been building for so long and converged in one direction—the location of that eighth-order demon god!

"It's gathering a large army," Long Zhan said gravely, watching the screen.

"It is highly likely that they are preparing to launch a general offensive."

The demon army is not a problem; Great Xia is not afraid at all. No matter how many come, they will just be sent to their deaths.

The only real threat comes from demons of the seventh rank and above.

The arrival of the eighth-tier demon god Orinus brought six seventh-tier demons to Terra.

Adding to that the two remaining seventh-tier beings on the Terra continent, that means there's a total of one eighth-tier being and eight seventh-tier beings!

What a terrifying lineup!

This power is enough to crush and level the current Great Xia territory in an instant, like crushing an ant!

Everyone understood that Orinus's first target in gathering his army was definitely not the dying Terran natives.

Rather, it was the "unexpected factor" that suddenly appeared, successively killing several of their seventh-tier commanders and disrupting their entire war rhythm.

It's the Great Xia Dynasty!

A chill rose from everyone's spine and spread throughout their entire body.

Great Xia... in danger!