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Chapter 445 Who Will Go to Die Together?
In the command center, everyone gasped.
Zhao Gang's eyes widened.
"Antimatter?!"
Qian Zhenhua nodded, his eyes filled with madness.
"You previously had the Academy of Sciences research weapons to deal with eighth-order demons. Based on our calculations of the strength of the eighth-order demons, the power would have to exceed that of a nuclear bomb to be effective."
"But with current technology, it's simply impossible."
"Nuclear weapons represent the pinnacle, but also a significant hurdle."
His voice grew faster and faster.
"If we want weapons that are significantly more powerful, by an order of magnitude, we need entirely new weapon design concepts!"
"That's antimatter!"
Long Zhan and Zhao Gang exchanged a glance.
A glint of light flashed in his eyes.
Qian Zhenhua pointed to the silver sphere in the suitcase.
"This is the only antimatter bomb that I have created by leading a group of scientists, exhausting their efforts, and using antimatter purified from numerous nuclear fusion reactors."
"Theoretically, its function is to eliminate all positive matter that we can come into contact with!"
"Don't underestimate this small amount; its power is annihilation at the level of rules!"
Inside the command center, everyone held their breath.
Antimatter.
They had only seen this word in theoretical physics textbooks.
That is one of the most terrifying forces in the universe.
When matter and antimatter come into contact, a complete mass-energy conversion occurs.
According to Einstein's mass-energy equivalence equation E=mc², the energy released when one gram of antimatter annihilates with one gram of matter is equivalent to 43,000 tons of TNT.
The key point is that its core power is different from that of a nuclear bomb.
Nuclear weapons cannot be infinitely stacked. For example, the core power of a nuclear weapon with a yield of ten million tons is not much different from that of a nuclear weapon with a yield of several hundred million tons.
The core power of antimatter bombs is indescribable, because all matter will be annihilated the moment it comes into contact with antimatter.
As for the explosion, it was merely the power released during the annihilation process.
Although we don't know exactly how much antimatter this antimatter bomb contains, its power far surpasses that of any nuclear weapon!
There is no doubt about that!
Long Zhan stared at the silver sphere, and hesitated for a moment before saying:
"Academician Qian, can this thing... kill an eighth-tier demon god?"
Qian Zhenhua nodded.
"Theoretically, there's no problem."
"As soon as it comes into contact with the target, it will trigger an annihilation reaction."
"No matter how strong the opponent's shield, how thick their armor, or how strong their physique, they will all be wiped out in an instant."
Zhao Gang said urgently:
"Then what are we waiting for? Use it now!"
But Qian Zhenhua's next words plunged everyone into an icy abyss.
"However, it does not have a remote detonation device."
He pointed to a red button on the sphere.
"Time was too tight, and in order to ensure a 100% hit rate, the button had to be pressed manually when in direct contact with the target."
"Press and it detonates instantly, with no delay."
"In other words..."
He didn't continue.
But everyone understood.
This is a weapon designed for mutual destruction.
Long Zhan stared at the red button, took a deep breath, and ordered the connection to the four Terra leaders who were fighting the Demon God.
Looking at the four popes on the screen, still struggling and covered in wounds, he said:
"Gentlemen, I have something to tell you."
The Pope's weak voice came through the communicator.
"General Long, please speak."
Dragon War:
"We have an antimatter bomb that can kill an eighth-order demon god."
"But someone needs to... perish with it."
A long silence fell over the communicator.
The four leaders' heavy breathing sounded particularly strained over the communication channel.
Queen Alari gripped her staff tightly, a hint of struggle flashing in her pale blue eyes.
She has not yet trained a successor. If she dies, what will become of the Elven race?
Warwick, the orc, gripped his battle axe tightly, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for breath like a bellows, a flicker of pain in his beastly eyes.
The Horde alliance has just stabilized after electing a Beastmaster; if he dies, the tribes will inevitably fall into chaos again.
The dwarf king Muradin gritted his teeth, blood still seeping from the dent in his chest caused by the demon's kick.
He was somewhat inclined to go. The dwarves had fiery tempers, and he had been constantly being suppressed and beaten. In the past, he would have given up long ago.
But I can't bear to part with it.
For a dwarf who has loved crafting all his life, the technology of the Great Xia Dynasty fascinates him immensely, and there is still much he has not yet studied.
Moreover, he still has the Dwarf Mountain City, and he hasn't reached the brink of despair yet.
If, a few years later, after he has done enough research, he were asked to perish together with the demon god, he would definitely pick up his axe and charge without hesitation.
Now...
In the midst of the silence, an old and weak voice rang out.
"Ahem... Let me do it."
It was Pope Gregory VII.
He hovered in mid-air, his robe stained with blood, yet a carefree smile graced his aged face.
"I didn't have many years left to live anyway."
The Pope raised his hand, his palm trembling slightly.
"The deep wounds left by that battle a century ago have long since emptied my life, causing me constant torment."
He coughed, and a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth.
"Every time I cast a holy spell, I can feel life slipping away."
"Rather than lingering on and waiting to die, I'd rather use these old bones to drag a demon god down to hell."
The Pope's voice grew increasingly calm.
"My survival until now is a supreme glory bestowed upon me by the God of Holy Light!"
Silence fell once again on the communication channel.
Queen Ellari closed her eyes, her voice low and deep:
"Gregorian..."
Muradin gripped his warhammer tightly and said in a deep voice:
"You old man..."
Warwick growled, but couldn't utter a word.
The Pope smiled and looked toward the distant portal to the Holy Human Race.
"Tell the Holy Son."
His voice was gentle, as if he were giving his last instructions.
"After I die, the Holy Human Race... will be entrusted to him."
Lin Mo, who had been silently listening to the situation at the higher levels through his headset, suddenly froze as soon as he stepped through the portal of the Holy Human Race.
He heard every word the Pope said.
My nose feels sore and my throat feels tight.
He pressed the earpiece, his voice extremely solemn.
"I, Lin Mo, hereby guarantee this!"
"As long as the Great Xia Dynasty exists, the people of the Holy Human Race will enjoy the same rights and dignity as the citizens of the Great Xia Dynasty!"
"I swear this oath as the Commander-in-Chief of the New Hope Project!"
"I swear this in my capacity as the highest-ranking official of the Great Xia in Terra!"
"I swear by...the Holy Son of the Holy Human Race!"
Lin Mo's voice echoed through the communication channel.
Upon hearing the last sentence, the Pope's aged face broke into a relieved smile.
"Okay..." he said softly.
"OK……"
High above the battlefield, the demon god Orionus, hovering in the distance, stopped upon seeing the situation and surveyed the battle below, pondering what to do next.
He had a bit of a headache.
With the Pope, a super healer, on the team, stacking Life Spring, he can heal and recover health no matter how many times he is hit.
With the addition of the Elf Queen's various control and interference abilities wielded by metal magic, it was very difficult for him to kill her successfully.
Unfortunately, both Warwick and the Dwarf King are tough and resilient, so even though he could gain the upper hand, it was impossible for him to kill them quickly.
Seeing the favorable situation below, he laughed heartily and looked at his four opponents, his thoughts swirling as he spoke:
"What, finally can't fight anymore?"
"I can surrender!"
"By becoming my subordinates, you will conquer countless worlds, no longer confined to Terra, and enjoy endless resources and command billions of demons!"