I, a Mental Patient, Was Chosen to Participate in AnalogHorror Chapter 587 - 553: Heavy Casualties

Isn’t it the disturbance caused by the Lighthouse’s drill missiles?

Everyone was once again stunned as they looked at the altar that seed almost "shattered".

A few piercing noises emanated from the communicator, adding a hint of unease to the quiet atmosphere of the conference room.

The eyes of the Lighthouse Country’s tactical command grew increasingly serious as his fingers flew across the console, with data and images rapidly refreshing on the screen.

"The drill missiles launched by your Lighthouse Country didn’t create such a disturbance?"

Director Wang reconfird, a trace of urgency in his voice.

"Yes, our drill missiles are designed for precision strikes. Their explosion is powerful, but it should never cause such violent tremors."

The Lighthouse Country’s tactical command spoke with certainty, but his face quickly turned pale.

"Then who caused the disturbance at the altar?"

The atmosphere in the conference room turned suffocating, with unease and fear filling everyone’s hearts.

Absolutely terrifying upon careful thought!

If the tremors were not caused by their drill missiles, then where did this force originate from?

Director Wang took a deep breath, trying to calm his mind. He knew that now was not the ti for panic; they had to quickly find the cause, and counterasures were key.

"Check the status of all drill missiles imdiately, verify if all warheads have been detonated, and have the reconnaissance team conduct comprehensive monitoring around the altar. I need to know what happened!"

Director Wang’s voice issued a string of commands through the communicator.

The technicians got busy, with data streams scrolling rapidly on the screens, and the reconnaissance team’s drones began to gather in the altar area, ready for detailed reconnaissance.

Soon, the reconnaissance team’s footage was sent back to the command center, and everyone was focused intently on the screen.

What they saw was shocking—the land around the altar had started to crack open, with deep fissures spreading outward like a spider’s web.

"This... this is..."

The voice of the Lighthouse Country’s tactical command choked as he couldn’t believe his eyes.

"Is it possible that beneath the altar truly lies the dwelling place of the gods?"

Under this hypothesis, an ominous foreboding rose in everyone’s heart.

If this were true, then they might be facing not just an altar but a power far beyond their understanding.

At that mont, the image on the screen changed; light began to emanate from those fissures, glaringly bright, as if the lava beneath the earth was about to erupt.

"Holy shit! All units, evacuate imdiately!"

Director Wang’s voice exploded through the communicator, knowing the most important thing now was to ensure the safety of personnel.

Fighter jets quickly took to the sky, evacuating the area that was about to beco dangerous.

And at the command center, everyone’s heart was filled with questions and fear. They had no idea what would happen next, only nervously watching the altar’s next move.

.....

After a while, the tense atmosphere in the command center gradually turned to confusion and puzzlent.

Director Wang and other officials exchanged glances, unsure how to interpret the situation before them.

They had anticipated various possibilities, but the altar’s silence was unexpected.

Minute by minute passed, the fissures around the altar ceased to spread, those glaring lights gradually faded, and the entire area returned to an unprecedented calm.

The altar seed to be mocking their helplessness, quietly standing there without any change.

Director Wang’s brow furrowed; he couldn’t understand any of it.

They had once believed the altar would retaliate or release even more powerful forces.

But now, everything seed to have co to an abrupt stop, as if the altar was rely toying with them.

"What is going on?"

The voice of the Bear Country General carried an unmistakable undertone of anger and frustration.

"We used so much force. Is it over just like that?"

The Lighthouse Country’s representative also appeared utterly baffled. Their technology had always been at the forefront, but before this ancient altar, it seed so ineffectual.

"Damn it, we should have brought more powerful missiles!"

Even as the words were uttered, everyone could guess that they probably couldn’t do anything against this unfathomable altar, no matter how potent the missiles were.

Should they use intercontinental missiles?

Or the heaven-and-earth-sa-breath missiles?

"Perhaps we truly underestimated the power of the altar."

Dragon Country’s tactical representative spoke solemnly, a touch of reverence in his voice.

The atmosphere in the conference room grew increasingly heavy. Everyone was pondering their next course of action.

But the altar’s silence was like an invisible barrier, leaving them with no way to proceed.

At that mont, the reconnaissance team’s drone suddenly sent back new footage.

They saw the fissures around the altar beginning to heal, the land slowly closing up as if nothing had happened.

"This is impossible!"

The Lighthouse Country’s tech expert exclaid in disbelief.

"Our attacks clearly caused damage. How could it..."

Before he could finish speaking, Director Wang interrupted him.

"Don’t forget what we’re dealing with."

Director Wang’s voice was deep.

"This altar itself is a mystery. We cannot judge it by common sense."

The crowd fell silent, knowing that Director Wang spoke the truth.

Faced with such inconceivable phenona, their science and might seed ineffective.

"However, this operation wasn’t a failure since it didn’t cause us any harm."

Upon hearing this, satisfied expressions appeared on so of the higher-ups’ faces.

A significant portion of them were thinking: better safe than sorry, as long as there were no mistakes.

"Hmm? That’s strange, isn’t it too quiet?"

Indeed...

Why is it so quiet?

Ever since noises appeared in the transceiver, they hadn’t received any ssages from the frontline combat personnel.

A foreboding feeling flashed through Director Wang’s eyes. His intuition told him that such abnormal tranquility often heralded the arrival of a storm.

"Could it be?"

His voice was low and heavy, but everyone present could feel the oppressive tension in the air.

"Redirect the reconnaissance aircraft imdiately. I want to check on the status of our combat personnel now!"

The technicians responded swiftly, fingers tapping out a rapid tempo on the keyboard.

The screen’s image began to change, switching from the altar’s calm scene to the airborne fighter squadron.

However, as the image focused, it was as if everyone’s breath halted at that mont.

An incredibly terrifying scene appeared—these fighter jets seed to transform from three-dinsional objects into two-dinsional ones, pinned motionless in the sky like a picture.

"How is this possible?" soone mumbled, their voice filled with disbelief.

"What kind of dark magic is this?" The Bear Country General’s voice held a hint of panic.

The fighter jets on the screen had completely lost their dynamism, their outlines turning flat as if compressed by so invisible force and fixed at a point in the sky.