Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 547 The Final Chapter of the Washington

One message after another reached the ears of everyone present.

Jie Shibang leaned on the control platform, head down, shoulders trembling slightly.

His bloodshot eyes were filled with madness as he kept muttering, "Impossible, impossible."

He suddenly raised his head.

"Then keep bombing!"

Thompson was taken aback:

"gentlemen?"

"I said keep bombing!"

Jesse Bronze seems to have gone mad.

"If 100,000 tons isn't enough, then bring one more! Two! Three!"

"Its shield can't be infinite! There must be a limit!"

"Pull out all the nuclear warheads in the arsenal and deploy them along its trajectory!"

"Bomb our way through! I refuse to believe we can't blast that damned monster to death!"

No one objected.

It's not that they agree, but that they can't think of a second solution.

As for whether it was a biological weapon developed by the Great Xia Dynasty, no one has been speculating or paying attention to it for a long time.

Because the Great Xia Dynasty couldn't possibly be that powerful as to have researched such an incredible creature.

......

In the time that followed, the Washington Underground City witnessed one of the most insane, absurd, and desperate events in human history.

One nuclear bomb after another was detonated without regard to the cost inside the underground city.

Every time Kogas moves forward, a nuclear bomb explodes beneath its feet.

Fireballs rose one after another.

Mushroom clouds crashed into the dome one after another.

Every explosion takes away a whole neighborhood.

Each explosion creates a new radiation dead zone.

In the intervals between nuclear explosions, hordes of demons continued to pour out of the tunnels, hunting down the fleeing civilian survivors.

The soldiers on the Washington were no longer able to resist the demons.

They were laying nuclear weapons and detonating them as they fled.

After frying one, retreat a bit, then fry another one.

And so it went, one after another, and another!

Kog'Maw was also badly hurt by the bombing, but unfortunately, the dungeon was like a honeycomb structure, and he had to smash through several ceilings and buildings to move, making it impossible to speed up.

He can only continue to squeeze the living space of humans.

The Washington's living space is shrinking at a visible rate.

Nuclear radiation, like an invisible poisonous fog, spreads outward from every nuclear blast point, contaminating the air, walls, and every inch of the ground.

The first residential area was bombed.

All the civilians who hadn't had time to evacuate were vaporized along with the surging demons.

The third residential area was bombed.

The residential area that once housed 20,000 people has been turned into a lava-like ruin.

The main water supply system exploded, the backup power station exploded, and the medical center exploded.

He took the civilians who could not be evacuated with him and went to meet God.

The Washington was feeding the nuclear fire piece by piece with its own flesh and blood, just to slow down the monster's advance.

Kegas continued walking, at a leisurely pace.

On the surface of the transparent shield, the flames from the nuclear explosion rippled repeatedly before settling back down.

Time passed second by second, and the number of usable nuclear warheads dwindled.

The available living space is shrinking, and the number of people alive is decreasing...

I don't know how much time has passed.

Maybe one hour, maybe three hours.

Lord Jessbong has completely lost his sense of time.

He was currently squatting in an emergency shelter in the farthest corner of the Washington's underground city.

This is at the very edge of the city, several kilometers away from the original command center.

The small space was packed with people.

To be precise, it was packed with the last people.

Jesse Bun, Thompson, several staff officers and technicians, plus a little over a hundred soldiers.

This is all that remained of the millions of people on the Washington, D.C.

The rest either died in a massacre by the demons or from the shockwaves of a nuclear explosion and the collapse of buildings.

Either they are dying from nuclear radiation.

The lights in the shelter flickered, and the backup power supply could be interrupted at any time.

The air was filled with an indescribable smell, a mixture of sweat, blood, burnt smell, and fear.

All the soldiers faced the single entrance, guns at the ready.

Their hands were shaking, and the muzzles of their guns were trembling.

Behind them was a nuclear warhead with a yield of one megaton.

These are their "glorious bullets"!

Jesse Bong leaned against the wall next to the projectile, holding the detonator in his hand.

The detonator is very small; it's just a red button with a flip cover for protection.

His thumb rested on the flip cover, rubbing it gently.

Thompson sat next to him, leaning against the wall, his eyes vacant.

"Sir..." Thompson opened his mouth,

"What if...this one won't work either?"

Jesse B. did not answer.

He tilted his head, looked at the detonator in his hand, and then let out a very soft laugh.

Laughter contains all sorts of emotions, yet it contains none at all.

He said slowly:

"Who cares? It's a megaton yield, detonated at such close range."

"Even if it doesn't kill that monster, it'll fucking kill me."

Thompson paused for a moment, then lowered his head.

Yes.

Detonating a megaton-class nuclear bomb at this distance would vaporize everything within a radius of several kilometers, let alone people.

These are coffins, coffins for all of them.

The shelter was eerily quiet.

The only sounds were the soldiers' heavy breathing, the faint rumble of distant thunder, and the sound of gunfire.

then,

"Boom!"

The sound was from afar.

"Boom!"

We're a little closer now.

"Boom... boom... boom..."

It was getting closer and closer, louder and louder.

The ground began to shake.

Faint, persistent.

A general broke down.

"Waaaaah... That demon, it's coming!"

All his courage and will had been completely exhausted in the past few hours.

"Boom!"

That's ridiculously close.

The entire shelter shook violently, debris fell from the ceiling, and cracks appeared in the walls.

Then, from the darkness at the end of the passage, came the sound of hurried footsteps.

Pat, pat, pat.

The sound of countless feet stepping on gravel.

It was accompanied by hissing growls and a nauseating stench.

The vanguard of the demon race has arrived.

The moment the first lesser demon appeared at the entrance of the passage,

"Fire!!!"

More than a hundred rifles roared at the same time.

The barrage of bullets formed an impenetrable network of fire in the narrow passage.

The first wave of inferior demons that rushed in were riddled with holes and fell.

But more surged up.

The corpses of inferior demons piled up at the entrance of the passage, and the demons behind them continued to charge forward, stepping over the corpses of their own kind.

Interspersed among them were several larger, heavily armored demon soldiers with thicker shells.

Rifle bullets sparked wildly when they hit it, but couldn't penetrate it at all.

"Fuck! Switch to grenades!"

"We're out of grenades!"

"Use rocket launchers! Use C4!"

The sounds of rocket launchers and C4 explosions mingled with screams.

The passageway collapsed and was temporarily cleared for a few seconds.

But it was soon dug up again, and a demon pushed aside a piece of rubble and revealed its head.

Just then, a dull thud, heavier than any before, came from above.

"boom--!!!"

A huge crack appeared in the ceiling directly above the shelter.

Concrete fragments fell in a flurry.

Then, a sliver of dark purple light shone through the crack.

That dark purple hue, so familiar and so despairing to everyone.

The enormous monster arrived, right above them!