I, a Mental Patient, Was Chosen to Participate in AnalogHorror Chapter 585 - 551: Bombing the Altar

The scene along the coastline was naturally observed by the people of the Blue Star.

As is well known, their previous beastly actions were not much different from the wastewater dumped by the Kaidan world.

This led to countless dead fish on the coast, and local fishern dared not go down to fish.

At the sa ti, the revenge of the "God" pressed like a giant mountain on the hearts of all who knew about it.

Bureau Chief Wang and the other top officials had regrouped.

"According to our research."

An expert stood up, breaking the silence in the conference room.

"The energy wave emitted by the altar last ti does not completely match the energy characteristics possessed by the legendary ’God.’ We have reason to believe that it was rely a self-defense chanism of the altar."

These words seed to give everyone a shot of adrenaline. A glint appeared in Bureau Chief Wang’s eyes, and he imdiately took over the conversation.

"Then we must act quickly. If the ’God’ has not yet returned, we have a chance to destroy the altar and prevent a greater disaster."

The atmosphere in the conference room gradually grew tense; everyone realized this might be their last chance.

"We need to devise a detailed plan."

Bureau Chief Wang continued.

"We cannot make any more mistakes. This operation must be precise, swift, and decisive."

A tactical expert stood up and began outlining the action plan on the whiteboard.

"Our first step is to conduct thorough reconnaissance of the area around the altar to ensure there are no other self-defense chanisms. Then, we will deploy the demolition team, using the latest destruction technology to annihilate the altar."

"How long is our ti window?" asked an intelligence analyst.

"Uncertain," the expert replied. "But we must assu ti is of the essence. Every minute could be crucial."

The air in the conference room seed to freeze; everyone felt the urgency of this race.

"Alright, let’s settle it like this then."

A bearded General stood up, his voice firm and powerful.

"We start imdiately! All teams, prepare to depart. This is not just for ourselves; it’s for the future of humanity."

Everyone nodded, and the conference room was filled with determination and courage.

They knew this would be a race against ti and a battle against the unknown.

The machines operated at unimaginable speed.

Under Bureau Chief Wang’s orders, a series of commands quickly spread like an electric current to every corner.

In less than ten minutes, dozens of fighter jets were fully prepared on the bases’ runways, their buzzing droning on endlessly.

Pilots, fully equipped, inspected various devices with expressionless faces to ensure everything was perfect.

No matter who the opponent was, all soldiers had only unwavering confidence in their hearts.

The sword follows where the heart desires!

anwhile, the large troop on the other side was also ready to move at a mont’s notice.

The Tigers roared, armored vehicles lined up, and soldiers were fully ard, like a huge iron fist ready to strike at any ti.

Their actions were equally swift and orderly; everyone understood the significance of this operation.

At the sa ti, their inner combat passion had been fully ignited, the shout "Hoorah" echoed through the sky.

A God as the opponent?

The average soldier might be terrified and despairing against such an opponent.

Sorry, but these fearless soldiers only trusted the weapons in their hands!

The journey from Lighthouse Country to the Nika Tribe was relatively slower, but their high efficiency was not to be underestimated.

Although they started a few minutes late, their fighter jet speed was the fastest, so overall they wouldn’t lag too far behind.

In the dt country’s air force base, the roar of airplane engines rose and fell.

Pilots swiftly traversed the hangars, leaping into the cockpits, with the blue afterburners of the fighter jets tracing brilliant streaks across the night sky.

As ti passed, the main forces began to converge, forming a vast joint action network.

As for the rest...

There’s currently no need for that.

Especially "Abstract Country," whose "battle spirit was boiling."

To be honest, they were really frightened of their randomly deployed missiles.

In the communication channels, various languages intertwined, but all conveyed the sa ssage — ready to move out any ti.

In the command center, Bureau Chief Wang and high-ranking officials from other countries monitored the progress of the entire operation through satellite images.

On the screen, red, blue, and green markers constantly moved, showing the positions and status of each group.

"All units, please pay attention."

Bureau Chief Wang’s voice spread through the communication system, reaching every mber involved in the action.

"Our only goal is to destroy the altar and prevent a potential disaster. Rember, we’re not just doing this for our country; it’s for the future of all humanity."

"Now, comnce action!"

With Bureau Chief Wang’s command, the entire operation officially launched.

The fighter jets took off like arrows leaving the bowstring, and the tanks and armored vehicles ford a flowing stream of iron advancing on the ground.

The forces both in the air and on the ground began to swiftly converge toward the target—the altar hidden in the depths of the sea.

Soon, as the humming sound of the fighter jets circling overhead gradually grew clearer.

The unease and fear in the hearts of the Nika Tribe’s residents were once again awakened.

They knew those outsiders had co again!

Nobody guided them on what to do, but the tribal elders relied on instinct to quickly organize everyone and lead them into the underground shelters once more.

anwhile, the fighter jets in the sky began reducing their flight altitude.

The cabin doors opened, and a highly equipped team parachuted down one after another.

The mbers of these teams had one goal: head straight for the altar believed to be the source of disaster.

After landing on the ground, the team quickly regrouped, removed their parachutes, checked their weapons and equipnt, and then swiftly advanced toward the altar.

Their steps were steady yet fast, with unwavering determination shining in each person’s eyes.

Not long after, the team arrived at the site of the altar.

From the outside, this altar indeed appeared to be constructed rely of ordinary stones.

The team mbers began using instrunts to ticulously examine the altar, and the results showed that there was nothing unusual about the composition of these stones, but this did not make them lower their guard.

However, everyone understood that there was so hidden and unknown power here.

"Carefully set the bombs, not a single misstep can be made."

The captain ordered in a low voice, his voice sounding particularly grave across the vast coastline.

Their actions were skillful and cautious, with each bomb precisely placed in its calculated position.

In this tense atmosphere, everyone felt as if they were engaged in a war without smoke.

With the last bomb set, the team mbers quickly withdrew to the safety zone.