The Commander was stunned. How could someone from eighteen centuries ago know how to use a phone?
No, wait—he's not making a call! Mysterious black currents wrapped around the satellite phone, then whooshed skyward, pointing straight toward the source of the signal.
"What? The West Coast missile base got wiped out too? What do you mean, 'completely burned to the ground'? If you keep spouting nonsense, you'll be facing a military tribunal!" The President was still roaring into the phone, but the Black Death Emperor had already let go, looking up. His gaze pierced steel and clouds, landing precisely on a communications satellite orbiting in space.
"No... no—!" A terror as if the nation was about to collapse rose in his heart. The Commander trembled all over, then gritted his teeth and painfully drew a pistol from his waist.
Every cell in his body screamed in agony, and he knew it was all pointless, but the Commander still forced himself to raise his hand with creaking bones, aiming the gun at the Black Death Emperor's head. With all his strength, he slowly squeezed the trigger.
Regret. Real regret. So deep, even death can't bring relief...
But as soldiers, no matter what came before, we must defend our country!
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh—!!!"
Bang—the Commander pulled the trigger.
But before the bullet could even leave the barrel, it turned to dust and vanished.
The entire aircraft carrier vanished into dust as well.
A terrifyingly massive black beam suddenly shot skyward, like a giant black laser cannon blasting into outer space. The command ship was instantly blasted into flying dust, then burned to nothing in raging black flames.
The terrifying black light shot into space, straight at the communications satellite. In that instant, the Black Death Emperor's invincible power erupted, his overwhelming aura descended upon the world, and with his terrifying speed, it pierced the cosmos, making the entire world tremble.
At unimaginable speed, the Black Death Emperor moved like an arc of light through space. All the artificial satellites orbiting Earth were doomed—every satellite connected to the first one by signal was destroyed, as the Black Death Emperor followed the signal, wiping out everything in his path. The ones not connected, if caught by the shockwave, were ignored.
It wasn't just the satellites—the Black Death Emperor cracked even more secrets. His endless rain of black fire poured down from the heavens at his command, precisely burning one military facility after another.
"What happened? What the hell is going on?" In the White House, the President was frantic, like an ant on a hot skillet. "Damn it, why are our spy satellites down? Why am I suddenly deaf and blind? Can someone tell me what's happening?"
"Mr. President, things look bad." The Secretary of Defense strode over, face ashen. "Our satellites are acting up—one after another losing signal. We haven't confirmed the situation yet, but just in case, I recommend we start the emergency protocol immediately."
"Emergency protocol..." The President slumped into his chair, the Commander's last words still ringing in his ears. Suddenly, he understood the gravity of the situation.
So, was the nuclear strike the wrong move?
One wrong move—and the consequences are catastrophic...
After a moment of daze, he gritted his teeth and slammed the desk, shouting: "No emergency plan! I'm not running away like a coward! A televised address—yes, I need to speak to the nation right now!"
Several guards rushed forward to restrain the agitated President: "Mr. President, for your safety, we have to evacuate..."
"I'm not evacuating! Where could I even go? Me—all of us—there's nowhere left to run!" The President shook off his bodyguards and strode forcefully toward the broadcast room. "Get every working TV station running—broadcast my final address to the whole world!"
Two minutes later, the President's image appeared on every working television in every street and alley.
All across America, and everywhere the signal reached, people watched the American President in fear, waiting for him to speak—about the nuclear explosion in the Pacific, the overwhelming black fire, and the shock that gripped the world.
What he said was beyond anyone's expectations.
"Humans—I'd never thought I'd start a speech with that word, but right now, it's the only thing that fits. Humans, three minutes ago, America launched a nuclear strike against the Black Death Emperor. Sadly, it failed. The Black Death Emperor was not destroyed."
"Ever since this operation began, people kept asking me—why do this? Why attack the Black Death Emperor with nukes?"
"But what I want to say is, why not do it? Why not fight, why not resist, why not try to keep our last scraps of survival?"
"Some will say, look, you failed and brought disaster. I'll be nailed to history's pillar of shame, blamed for this operation."
But let me tell you—wake up, idiots! The disaster's already here. It's been here for a long time!
It started the day the night turned white!
It started when those self-important people showed up!
It started when they started calling themselves "the Chosen Ones"!
The Chosen Ones? Listen—they're the ones picked by fate, and we're the ones fate threw away. It's not just a name; it's a fact: People, our world is about to stop belonging to us.
Think about what the world used to be like—regional wars, sudden crises, big countries flexing, trade spats—most folks could still get by, and this world belonged to humanity!
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But what kind of world is it now? People by the sea, you never know when a tsunami might hit. Folks inland, you never know when an earthquake will shake things up. Rich people, you never know when someone might go on a rampage. Poor folks, don't think your luck's coming or the social order's getting reshuffled. I'm telling you, the rich still have ransom value—the rest of you are just trash to be swept away and slaughtered!
And all of this—maybe it's just a few Chosen Ones having a bit of fun.
Don't think I'm joking. Think about Eastern Demon City, think about London, think about Dubai, think about the now-silent New York!
Humans, the world has changed. Our biggest problem isn’t international conflict anymore—it’s the survival of our species. If I could turn back time and choose again, I’d still press that nuclear button without hesitation. I’d empty America’s nuclear arsenal, risk tsunamis swallowing half the country—just to blast that damn monster to pieces!
Because we have nowhere left to retreat, nowhere left to run—we’re standing at the crossroads of survival or extinction!
Those fools who think they’re the same as the Chosen Ones, go ahead and die dreaming. My kind are brave soldiers, hardworking workers, responsible police, clever scholars, strong husbands, gentle wives, and adorable children. My kind are those who strive to make the world better—not destroyers.
Humans, today I’ll take responsibility for my words—and become a martyr for my ideals.
Humans, I can already hear death’s echo—I’m about to meet my end.
But in the end, I just want to say—long live humanity! The era of humanity will never end!
At that moment, in New York City, Yang Qi burst through the clouds, her expression complicated as she witnessed everything in the distance.
A streak of light descended from the heavens, sweeping a terrifying pressure across Washington. The President’s golden hair whipped in the wind as he looked up, his signature fierce expression on his face, raising his right middle finger high and shouting hysterically:
“Chosen Ones—damned to hell!”
High above, the Black Death Emperor pressed his palm down from afar.
The President.
The White House.
And the centuries-old dream of hegemony.
At this moment, everything turned to nothing.