Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 444 The Ultimate Weapon of Great Xia

After listening to the soldier's report, Long Zhan slowly closed his bloodshot eyes.

The total stockpile of artillery shells in Daxia is approximately 500 million tons, including artillery shells, rockets, and flight-guided munitions.

Under extreme saturation attack conditions, it can support a 100,000-strong armored force for approximately 5 hours of sustained high-intensity firepower.

If it weren't for the impending doomsday, the tense situation among nations, and the increased reserves, the Great Xia would never have been able to hold on until now.

Fortunately, the Great Xia military factories are now operating at full capacity, and the ammunition reserves were increased due to the need for trade with various ethnic groups; otherwise, they would have been depleted long ago.

Although ammunition has not yet run out, the Great Xia has reached the point where the Demon Clan has repeatedly breached its defenses.

And this is not even the worst-case scenario.

The worst are the high-level battles in the sky.

The leaders of the four tribes had all been severely injured more than a dozen times. If it weren't for the life-saving potion and the Pope's super healing abilities, they would have given up long ago.

However, at this moment, the Pope's spellcasting speed and condition were getting worse and worse.

There seems to be a hidden ailment flaring up, making the battle extremely dangerous.

Is this all that Great Xia can go?

Long Zhan turned his head and his gaze fell on Lin Mo beside him.

"Commander Lin."

"The situation is critical; you should leave!"

Lin Mo was taken aback.

"General Long, I—"

"Sorry, you have to listen to me on this," Long Zhan interrupted him, asking:

"Are all the weapons and ammunition in the spatial ring loaded?"

Lin Mo nodded.

"Everything was packed up after Pangu was released."

At the time, he didn't understand why Long Zhan had asked him to put the already scarce weapons and ammunition into his spatial ring.

Now, he suddenly understood something.

"It's packed with weapons and ammunition, enough for your trade with the Holy Humans," Long Zhan said quickly.

"Once we arrive, we'll use these things as leverage to get them to open another portal connecting to Earth."

Lin Mo gripped the ring tightly.

"We still have a chance..."

The soldiers on the front lines are fighting the demons with their own flesh and blood, and now he's going to be a deserter...

It's hard for anyone to get over this inner hurdle; it's incredibly agonizing.

"You must leave." Long Zhan stared at him, then suddenly roared.

"You are the commander-in-chief of the New Hope Project; you are all hope."

"As long as you're alive, there's still a chance!"

As the overall commander of the battle, and someone whose fate is tied to Terra, the pressure on him in this battle is unimaginable.

This finally made him lose his composure and become somewhat out of control emotionally.

Seemingly realizing the impact of his tone, he took a deep breath and said:

"We're about to lose control. The Great Xia portal could be invaded by the demons at any moment. I'm planning to blow it up."

"Now, while the portals for all races are still open, let's go to the Holy Humans and preserve our hope."

Lin Mo's throat tightened.

He wanted to say something, but found that he couldn't utter a single word.

He understood the reasoning that Long Zhan was talking about.

However, after this parting, the 100,000 soldiers in the Great Xia territory may never be seen again!

Including Zhao Gang, including Long Zhan!

Including every Great Xia soldier I've seen during this period!

His eyes reddened, and he forced back the tears welling in his eyes, stood at attention, and saluted, saying:

"Take care, everyone!"

Upon seeing this, Long Zhan, Zhao Gang, and the other staff officers all saluted.

"Take care of yourself!"

After the ceremony, Lin Mo gritted his teeth, turned around, and walked towards the door.

The guards immediately followed.

As Lin Mo reached the door, he glanced back.

Everyone in the command center was busy.

The red arrow on the screen is slowly approaching the portal.

Long Zhan stood in front of the map, his back still straight, but with a resolute air about him.

Lin Mo took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and strode towards the portal leading to the Holy Human Race.

.......

Inside the command center.

Long Zhan withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the staff officer.

"Pass the order: the last nine nuclear warheads should be placed according to plan and ready to be detonated at any time."

"Yes!" The staff officer's voice trembled as he immediately turned to relay the order.

Because one of them has a yield of up to ten million tons!

Ten million tons of electricity, which is 667 times that of the little boy!

It is enough to completely destroy an entire medium-sized or large city, from the core to the suburbs.

This is no longer "blowing up a block", but has the power to destroy a city.

Zhao Gang's expression was also full of complex emotions.

He looked out the window, ignoring the distant flames and bombardments, and could see the newly established city of Daxia. He had previously imagined its future prosperity, with the people of Daxia living in peace and contentment.

But the thought of being personally destroyed in a moment made him really unwilling!

The soldier then shouted,

"The demons are only 300 meters away from the portal."

Three hundred meters is less than two seconds for a sixth-order demon to rush over.

Although no sixth-tier demons have been spotted yet, no one can guarantee that there aren't any lurking in the shadows.

Without hesitation, Long Zhan reached out and grabbed the red phone on the table.

The telephone line connects to the soldiers waiting at the portal, where there is a self-destruct mechanism.

With a single command from him, the miracle connecting the two worlds would vanish in an instant.

But that also meant that all the soldiers of the Great Xia on the continent of Terra had no way out.

No more supplies!

His hands were trembling slightly.

My fingertip hovered over the button, but I couldn't press it down no matter what I did.

Inside the command center, everyone held their breath.

No one spoke.

The only sounds were the constantly changing numbers on the screen and the distant roar of artillery fire.

Long Zhan closed his eyes.

He could hear his own rapid breathing.

I could feel the cold sweat seeping from my palms.

The Great Xia's fiefdom is most likely doomed.

Destroying the portal would be a declaration of defeat.

Just then—

boom!

The doors to the command center were suddenly pushed open.

A series of hurried footsteps sounded.

Long Zhan opened his eyes and turned his head.

Qian Zhenhua, who looked much younger, stumbled in, escorted by a group of guards.

His face was pale, and his forehead was covered in sweat, but he couldn't hide the unusually bright light in his eyes.

He was holding a heavy suitcase tightly in his hand.

Qian Zhenhua rushed to Long Zhan, panting heavily.

"Dragon... General Dragon..."

His voice trembled, yet it carried a wild excitement.

"We...still have hope!"

Long Zhan was taken aback.

Zhao Gang was also stunned.

Qian Zhenhua opened the briefcase with trembling hands.

click-

The lid popped open.

Inside was a finely structured, silver, spherical device.

The surface of the device is covered with complex circuits and conduits.

At the core of the device, a tiny light was slowly rotating.

The light was faint, yet it carried an indescribable sense of oppression.

It was as if something extremely terrifying was sealed inside.

Qian Zhenhua pointed to the box,

"This is our last hope!"

Long Zhan stared at the silver sphere, his brows furrowed.

"Academician Qian, this is...?"

Qian Zhenhua spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Antimatter bomb!"