“Report to the Captain, the laser scanner has locked onto the target.”
“Attention, all crew. We are entering the atmosphere. Target location: Nayi Royal Palace.”
In the Bridge, Wu Xiaomi, Bai Xiaozhi, and Miss Nuo sat in the command chairs, their eyes locked on the screen ahead.
They could hardly believe their eyes.
The remaining Survivor Count was less than seven million.
What on earth had happened in just this single day?
What kind of terrifying cleansing had the Raiders gone through?
……
The Executioner must pay the price.
We came in peace, but since the arrogant Royal Family disdains us, we shall return fire with fire.
“Open the Maximum Yield Nuclear Missile Bay. Lock onto the Nayi Royal Palace.”
“Launch bay doors are open.”
“Mm.”
Miss Nuo looked at Bai Xiaozhi.
“Have they evacuated?”
……
The retreat went smoothly.
Watching the witch lead the Assassination Team away, the Nayi Emperor was not in the least bit anxious.
He lifted his head calmly, utterly dismissive of the fire point shining in the sky.
“Even if you flee to the ends of the earth, you cannot escape the Domain of Nayi and Lin Guang. As for your so-called methods… by all means, come.”
Sequence Activation.
Highest Grade Defense Series—Sequence of Spells 9: Magic Body.
The Nayi Emperor’s skin turned jet black, dense rings of spell markings linking together like armor, floating across the surface of his skin.
He had long since witnessed the so-called destructive power of Technology.
Nothing more than this.
He saw no need to run.
Let these Raiders witness the might of the High Sequence, let them see how insignificant they truly are.
That was the most amusing outcome.
“Come, heh, come then. I can’t wait to see the look of helpless, defeated dogs on your faces.”
The Emperor was deeply expectant.
……
“Assassination Team has evacuated, and reached the safe zone.”
“Good.” Miss Nuo nodded slightly. “I’m going to calculate the radiation cloud’s path of movement. Xiaomi, you’ll take Command next.”
Mm.
Wu Xiaomi didn’t hesitate, and calmly took the Captain’s seat.
[This is Peace, Temporary Captain Wu Xiaomi. I now declare the entire ship at war status.]
[Communications Department, open all communications channels and broadcast the surface feed to the whole of Nerrifa.]
“It’s on. Polopolo live stream is open too,” said Ah Lei in a deep voice.
[Lock the camera on the Explosion Point—Nayi Royal Palace.]
“We’ve magnified the blast site with the Ultra-long-range Radio Camera.”
[Good. One final Coordinate Correction. Begin Detonation Countdown: ten minutes.]
Wu Xiaomi raised her hand, fingertip poised over the red button in front of her.
Fun fact: The most powerful nuclear bomb ever detonated in human history, the infamous Tsar Bomba, had a yield of 50 megatons of TNT, equivalent to 3,800 Hiroshima bombs. And that happened back on October 21, 1961.
Sixty years had passed, and Technology had advanced in leaps and bounds.
Especially after Miss Nuo’s team, with the infinite resources of White Space, made some improvements.
Now, even the smallest nuclear bomb mounted on the Peace was equal to eight Tsar Bombas.
And this time, what they were using was the Maximum Yield launch bay on Peace.
That enormous launch bay was at the very heart of Peace.
To be safe, these bombs were usually mounted at the edge, but the two most powerful ones were not placed at the edge.
Because, if anything went wrong and it exploded, no matter how close to the edge it was, Peace would never outrun it.
Because—
It was no longer just a nuclear bomb.
It was an Antimatter Bomb.
It sounds absurd, but when Miss Nuo tried to create Antihydrogen Atoms in White Space, the exchange option for Antihydrogen Atom appeared directly in White Space.
Thus, the hardest problem of antimatter production was instantly solved.
When the Positron and antimatter inside that bomb broke free from Magnetic Confinement and collided, it would unleash the greatest destructive power in human history.
Conservative estimates put its yield at more than 300 Tsar Bombas.
“If not for utter necessity, we would never want to unleash this beast from its chains. But… Nerrifa… you chose ethnic cleansing…”
Facing the all-channel broadcast and the live stream to all of Nerrifa, Wu Xiaomi raised the slip of paper in her hand.
[If you are tired of the Emperor’s rule.
If you did not take part in the slaughter of Raiders.
If you are willing to respect all life.
If you trust the Raiders.
Then, please leave the land within five hundred kilometers radius of Nayi Imperial Capital.
Use the nearest teleport and hide in the Shamanic Forest within ten minutes.]
She didn’t press the launch button immediately.
Even though she knew her warning was feeble, and few would heed it.
But she still gave the final warning.
The command for the Great Cleansing came from the Emperor.
The Executioners were merely his slaves.
The people here were truly pitiable.
If anyone could wake up—even just one—it would be worth it.
Sadly…
Only the hereditary, arrogant Nobles could reside in Nayi Imperial Capital.
Every inch of land in the capital was worth its weight in gold. Ordinary people could never settle here.
Only those who controlled a Monopoly Industry, the truly Wealthy Clans, could afford to purchase land here.
As for the others, they were merely Servants, with no control over their own fate.
“Ten minutes are almost up.”
[Scout Division, how many have chosen to leave for the Shamanic Forest?]
“Double digits.”
If that’s the case, we’ve done all we could.
“Fire.”
“Di—di—di—”
As alarms blared, red lights flashed throughout the ship, and the launch arms rumbled into position.
Compared to an ordinary nuclear bomb, this Antimatter Bomb was actually quite small.
That’s because the energy conversion rate for hydrogen bomb fusion is only about 0.7%, while the collision of matter and antimatter achieves 100% energy conversion rate.
So not much fuel was needed; most of its bulk was to keep them apart, to prevent premature contact.
“Fire.”
Wu Xiaomi pressed the red button.
Afterburner ignited. The slender, needle-tipped long missile flew along a beautifully clear trajectory straight for Nayi Imperial Capital.
“Oh? So it’s finally here?”
The Nayi Emperor saw the distant fire point.
He curled his lip. “Not as impressive as a shooting star.”
Yes, just that tiny.
In his eyes, a crude, worthless iron shell encasing it.
This?
Just a replay of the earlier Assassination Scenario.
He had even used Sequence 9 on himself.
What a fuss over nothing.
“Trajectory normal, airflow normal, target locked,” Weapon Division reported.
“Engage Anti-Glare Membrane.”
Wu Xiaomi nodded. A layer of dark film floated up, covering all windows and cameras on Peace.
This was an Anti-Glare Membrane meant to shield the crew’s eyes from Star brightness, preventing their retinas from being instantly scorched when the ship approached a star.
But now, it was just as useful.
“Prepare for detonation.”
The Nayi Emperor took a Defensive Posture, unmoving.
His naked eyes could clearly follow the missile’s trajectory, but he did not dodge.
After all, in his view, even the so-called Last Resort used by the cornered Assassination Team had only blown away his Small Bedroom.
What could possibly go wrong?
However…
The next second, he realized this was the stupidest decision of his entire life.
“Detonate!”
The Sun descended upon the land.