I, a Mental Patient, Was Chosen to Participate in AnalogHorror Chapter 586 - 552: Repeated Setbacks

Their eyes were fixed on the altar, waiting for the optimal mont to detonate the bomb.

Of course.

Bomb detonation is only one of the ans.

Because the energy that eroded the fighter last ti seed to have dissipated from mid-air.

So they speculated that the missiles on the previous fighter jets didn’t hit the altar but were intercepted mid-air by the altar’s defense chanism.

So this ti, they planned to attempt to dismantle the altar from the "inside."

In the distant command center, Director Wang and other senior officials held their breath in front of the screen, waiting for the decisive mont.

The captain’s voice ca through the communicator.

"Now, execute the detonation!"

With the command given, a technician in the faraway command center pressed the red button.

Instantly, along the coastline where the altar was located, a deafening roar tore through the night sky, flas and smoke soared into the air as if to release the sea’s anger.

However, as the smoke gradually dissipated, everyone’s eyes froze.

The altar, considered the source of disaster, still stood there, seemingly unaffected in the slightest.

Director Wang’s brow furrowed; he had anticipated this, but witnessing it firsthand left him unable to suppress his shock.

He took a deep breath, stabilized his emotions, and then turned to look at the senior officials from other countries on the screen.

A tactical expert had a grim expression, his fists clenched, clearly unable to accept this fact.

He had led countless battles but had never encountered such a bizarre situation.

An indestructible stone?

The representatives of the Lighthouse Country looked at each other, the soldier who had just tested the stone with instrunts was one of theirs.

Despite their world-renowned technology, they found their knowledge and skills useless against this mysterious altar.

A heavy voice ca through the communicator from the front line.

"What’s going on? Is our detonation really this ineffective?"

Director Wang responded calmly.

"We anticipated this possibility, but it doesn’t an we’ll give up. We must find other ways."

The Lighthouse Country’s representative joined the discussion.

"We need to reevaluate the situation. Perhaps we can try different angles or thods to destroy the altar."

The soldiers swiftly retreated to the aircraft in the sky; despite the detonation failure, at least the personnel were unhard.

Faced with the still-unmoved altar, their emotions were complex, with both a sense of defeat and unwillingness.

The aircraft hovered in the night sky, waiting for the next command.

An aggressive commissioner looked grim, his hands clenched into fists, his eyes flickering with anger as he communicated his thoughts to Director Wang.

"We need more powerful asures. I request the use of intercontinental missiles to obliterate this entire prival forest!"

The air in the eting room seed to solidify instantly, and everyone’s eyes focused on the General.

This proposal was undoubtedly extre and dangerous, considering that the prival forest not only housed the Nika Tribe residents but also contained a complete ecosystem.

Director Wang was silent for a mont, aware that this was a rash statent from the General in anger, but also realizing the severity of the situation.

His voice was calm yet resolute.

"I’m sorry, we cannot make impulsive decisions due to temporary setbacks. We have other ans and cannot easily inflict irreversible damage on this land."

Breathing beca heavy for so; they knew Director Wang was right, yet their inner anger was hard to quell.

The atmosphere in the eting room was oppressive, as everyone pondered the next step in their plan.

"Rest assured, we ca prepared this ti, with the latest weaponry and hundreds of specially designed drill missiles. We could perhaps attempt an underground attack."

The tactical representative’s voice was firm, his eyes betraying a hint of hope.

Director Wang’s eyes flickered; this suggestion seed to open a new avenue for them.

He nodded, indicating his approval of the plan.

"Fine, we can attempt this plan. But before that, we need to ensure that the drill missiles are potent enough to penetrate any unknown defenses."

At that mont, a tactical representative also stood up, his voice filled with confidence.

"This proposal is constructive. Our underground exploration machines are just in place. Combining our two countries’ technologies to attack from below might render the altar’s defense chanisms unable to intercept."

Underground attack?

Great idea!

The atmosphere in the eting room suddenly beca tense yet excited, as everyone realized this might be the key to breaking the deadlock.

Director Wang quickly issued orders for the technical team and military experts to imdiately study the implentation plan and for the teams below to cooperate closely.

Soon after, a team composed of experts from two departnts gathered together, discussing attack strategies around a large electronic map.

"According to our data, there might be a huge cavity beneath the altar. Our drill missiles could utilize this space to damage the altar from below."

A technical expert explained.

The exploration machine operator operated the equipnt beside them, locating the best drill missile drop point through precise positioning systems.

"We need to ensure each drill missile hits its designated spot precisely to maximize destructive impact," other experts added.

As night fell, all preparations were complete.

The aircraft were on standby at high altitude, ready to launch the drill missiles at the command from the ground control center.

Director Wang stood in the command center, his stare unwavering, aware that the previous failure caught them by surprise.

But this ti, they had a new plan and were determined to destroy the altar completely.

The launch order ca through the communicator, and the aircraft began firing the drill missiles one by one. They streaked across the night sky like countless teors, plumting toward the target below the altar.

Everyone’s eyes were glued to the screen, silently praying for success this ti.

As the drill missiles made contact, the ground began to tremble, dust rose from around the altar, and it felt as though the entire surface was shaking.

"Damn, sothing seems wrong?"

The Lighthouse tactical commander stared intently at the screen’s disturbance.

"Wrong? It looks okay to ; it seems like the detonation was successful."

"No!" The Lighthouse tactical commander shook his head grimly, "Our drill missiles don’t cause that much commotion."