I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early Chapter 908: 594: [Control] Ability, Exposed?!

Chapter 908: Chapter 594: [Control] Ability, Exposed?!

Late night.

The supersonic movent of the [Frost Mist Demon] had been ongoing for several hours. Its physical ability was astonishing; just a few corpses could sustain its motion for thousands of kiloters—perhaps the spirits within those corpses hadn’t been fully exhausted.

The howling gale blew over the people, bringing a piercing chill.

Digdit was only a Level Three Master; just standing on the head of the [Frost Mist Demon] was enough to nearly freeze him stiff.

Yet he maintained his cold deanor: “It’s arrived, it’s about to arrive.”

The next destination, London City, was also a tropolis.

In these cities, the high-ranking officials who were controlled cooperated quite intensely, naturally becoming his priority targets.

A flash of crimson light appeared in his eyes.

“No holding back, eliminate them at the fastest speed!”

…

“The enemy… is attacking! They are only 300 kiloters from our city.”

“Why is it our turn?”

“Oh God, we’re dood.”

The stationed soldiers in London City, through signals transmitted by drones, detected this rapidly flying dark cloud early on.

Facing an enemy that had already destroyed two cities, even the strongest-minded individuals were panicking at this mont.

“Do not fear, we have nuclear weapons, even hydrogen bombs! If it dares to appear, we must give it a tough blow!” The gray-haired general stepped forward to boost morale.

He was a combat hero from World War II, already at an age with one foot in the grave, yet he found a second spark of life in the Supernatural Era.

“Just like we repelled those demons in the past!” The old general waved his hand viciously, “We must be fearless of death! If you fear death, you will surely die!”

As one of the five legal nuclear powers, they had a complete set of production data and considerable combat strength.

The old general continued: “Mr. President, before the war… please authorize the nuclear codes to ensure missiles can be launched at any ti.”

“I will personally press the nuclear button! Don’t worry, I will sit here and not take a single step back!”

“Even if it costs my life, I will protect everyone’s safety!” The middle-aged man in a suit said resolutely, pounding the table.

He remained seated at his desk, maintaining an upright posture.

On the desk lay the briefcase containing the nuclear codes.

The middle-aged man pressed a few buttons, indicating that he was ready.

London City was brightly illuminated, and under the intense city lights, the stars in the sky were overshadowed.

Yet this light could not dispel the darkness brought by the dark cloud.

The [Frost Mist Demon] had arrived!

Its arrival brought an imnse frost, with snowflakes and killing intent falling from the sky. The entire city’s artillery fired in unison but couldn’t penetrate the shield made of millions of ice crystals.

“Mr. President! It’s here! You can launch the missiles now!”

“Now is the best ti, give it a hard blow, use our hydrogen bomb!” The combat hero shouted angrily, his face flushed, “I refuse to believe a hydrogen bomb can’t shatter its shield!”

“Launching? Incorrect key?”

He hesitated, seemingly in disbelief.

“Launch! Quickly launch! Launch!!”

A frost completely froze the old hero.

…

In the mont before his death, the general still didn’t understand why Mr. President entered the wrong key and didn’t press the nuclear button.

He would never understand.

Sparse artillery fire erupted from the ground, resembling bright fireworks in the night, and the dull dust appeared like faces crying in clusters.

In less than ten minutes, this city with a millennium of history beca ruins.

The brilliant lights vanished, replaced by total darkness.

The magnificent St. Paul’s Cathedral turned into a pile of rubble; the London Tower, once a royal residence, zoo, and prison, collapsed.

When the walls that bore historical glory were torn apart, they were no different from ordinary stones.

No one would rember this city.

Just like those countless civilizations that have already been destroyed.

…

“They’re destroyed!”

Digdit felt no guilt, instead reveling in a sense of euphoric conquest.

This is the feeling!

In the blink of an eye, civilizations perished, lives were extinguished!

This supre perspective, akin to God, made him irresistibly intoxicated.

“This damned Glu-Sak civilization is finally obliterated! Today, it becos history’s dust, so simply…”

“In the past, how many planes and cannons were needed? How much manpower and resources.”

“In the two previous world wars, you won, but this ti, it’s us. You are forever erased from history!”

This is the terrifying combat power of a Catastrophe Level anomaly!

The more destruction, the stronger the combat power!

Soon after, he regained his senses and quickly had the [Frost Mist Demon] collect more spirits to once and for all “control” this fearful [Demon].

The massive head began devouring corpses again, shoveling them into its mouth like an anteater eating ants.

Yet the strange occurrence happened once more.

“Not enough, still not enough.” Digdit’s eyes were bloodshot.

No matter how much was invested, the [Demon] would always break free; the ti of control was limited.

When the [Myth of Demons] originally created the [Control], they left a backdoor, making the control of [Demon] exceptionally easy.

But it never wanted its kind to be permanently controlled.