I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal Chapter 246 - 191: Huh? No? Where’s my submarine? 2

The discussion among the high-ranking officials abruptly ceased.

They looked at the images transmitted from the submarine and realized it might not be as simple as they had thought.

As a nation surrounded by sea, they were all too familiar with marine-related matters.

Based on their knowledge, it was highly unlikely for such a scenario to occur on the seabed.

It was indeed very likely caused by external forces.

Human intervention could not be ruled out.

They quickly approved the submarine’s continued exploration.

The many naval leaders in the command room were also very curious about this issue.

They felt it was very likely the act of so marine creature, with a small chance that it might be a special weapon sent by another country into their territorial waters.

In any case, there was certainly a need to get to the bottom of this.

At 7:31:42, the third ssage hit like a cold shower, dropping the temperature in the command room to freezing point: "The submarine has detected a cave on a small hill on the seabed, suspected to be the source of the giant stones, and there are indications of unknown humanoid creatures inside."

At that mont, the command room fell silent, the chirping of birds outside the window strikingly clear compared to the oppressive atmosphere inside.

Humanoid creatures?

No...

Did you say humanoid creatures?!

A navy official slamd his fist on the table and stood up, his face full of confusion.

They had approved the submarine’s continued investigation rely to check if it was a weapon from another nation entering their nearby waters, but they had never considered the possibility of humanoid creatures.

This is seven hundred ters underwater!

But looking at the series of detection data sent back by the submarine, including sonar, they had to accept this fact.

7:41:48.

The unmanned subrsible released by the submarine sent back real-ti footage.

This ssage was quickly transmitted back to the naval command center through an encrypted communication line, cutting through the calm like thunder.

The naval leaders eagerly clicked to view.

But...

In that spacious and dignified command room, high-ranking officers and scientists gathered, accustod to handling various ergencies and unknown challenges, yet at that mont, everyone’s expression was frozen, their eyes filled with disbelief and shock.

They exchanged glances, each trying to find confirmation or denial in the others’ eyes, but no one could imdiately provide a reasonable explanation.

The man with a stone trident on his back and muscular build crushed the unmanned subrsible, causing the screen to go black.

This undoubtedly silenced all the naval leaders in the command room.

In this deep, high-pressure world with almost no light...

Is there soone?

Ah?

Ah??

Ah???

The naval leaders stared at each other in disbelief.

They had never seen such a bizarre scene in their lives.

How is there a naked man down there at seven hundred ters?

And how could this naked man crush their unmanned subrsible so easily?!

The command room was filled with profound confusion.

"Seven hundred ters underwater, there’s soone?" a general repeated softly.

His tone was both shocked and puzzled, as if confirming whether he had heard the information wrong.

The room fell into montary silence, then erupted into intense discussion.

Scientists were eager to analyze the probability of this phenonon while military strategists began assessing the potential impact and threats.

Everyone was filled with questions: Who is this person? How did he get there? Was he an envoy from an unknown civilization?

After a long pause.

The submarine transmitted a ssage preparing for an attack.

Everyone in the command room looked at each other, none daring to approve this request.

After all, this was an inexplicably capable human walking freely at seven hundred ters underwater; faced with such an extraordinary situation, nobody dared to make a decision or judgnt lightly.

Everyone, still sporting expressions tinged with shock and confusion, looked at each other, none daring easily to judge the current situation.

However, Colonel Marcos, the head of the submarine, had very high independence in decision-making, a power he had obtained after taking over this submarine.

So amid the caution of the navy’s top brass, Colonel Marcos decisively attempted an attack.

This made every navy official, knowing they wouldn’t be held accountable, eager for the outco of the attack.

In theory,

no living creature should withstand thermal weapons.

Torpedoes, as undersea weapons, were designed to combat ships and could hit their targets accurately under water; their power and destructiveness were equally devastating to marine life.

Torpedoes usually co equipped with high explosives; once detonated, they produce a massive explosion shockwave, high temperatures, and underwater shock forces. These factors combined are enough to destroy most marine organisms, including those as large as whales.

A standard light torpedo might carry several hundred kilograms of explosives, while a heavy torpedo can carry up to several tonnes. Such explosive power is sufficient to sink a large vessel, causing great impact on the surrounding marine ecology and leading to the deaths or serious injury of fish and other marine life due to the resulting acoustic and pressure waves, as well as subsequent physical disruption.

In short, the application of torpedoes as thermal weapons underwater, with their accompanying explosive force, is absolutely unbearable for organisms, much like the irresistible force of thermal weapons on land and in the air.

If the torpedo wounded or even shattered that man, could so biological samples be collected for experintation to study his special characteristics?

With their confidence in thermal weapons, the navy’s top brass couldn’t help but let their minds wander.

Finally,

at 7:42:51 AM, the least welco ssage arrived: "Submarine subjected to unidentified laser attack, communication interrupted, contact lost."

This news struck like a thunderbolt, plunging every official present into a deep state of shock and confusion.

They exchanged glances, their eyes filled with disbelief and worry.

Wasn’t it they who had fired the torpedoes? How did they end up under a mysterious laser attack?

Was it that nude man’s doing?

Countless questions filled everyone’s mind.

Yet there was one imnse confusion overwhelming everyone’s thoughts.

"Wait, no! Where’s my Submarine?"

This query deeply pervaded everyone’s mind.

They had just acquired a Submarine at great cost, and it had gone into service for just half a day before losing contact.

Although they realized the high probability of the Submarine being sunk,

they still couldn’t quite believe it.

According to the last few ssages sent by the Submarine, such a large Submarine disappeared in less than a minute.

This was too tough to accept.

A Submarine sunk and decommissioned within a minute.

Could this be the fastest service to decommissioning process in history?

Everything that happened today was utterly surreal.

Everyone was still struggling to grasp it.

If you think about it carefully, the story roughly goes like this:

A nude man at 700 ters undersea, holding a trident, sohow generates high-energy lasers, then instantly destroys a Submarine.

Who would believe this if told?

Those who don’t know might think they’re boasting.

A nude man with a trident using lasers to destroy a submarine? Are they talking about Sea King or superhuman?

It certainly wouldn’t happen in reality.

People would think the Philippine navy’s top brass got DC comics wired into their brains, unable to distinguish reality from fantasy.

Even soone on drugs wouldn’t co up with this story.

Even the Philippine navy officially had so trouble believing it themselves.

However...

It had indeed happened!

The navy’s top brass didn’t know whether it was Sea King or superhuman, they only knew the Submarine was gone.

Unable to accept reality and unsure of what to do, the navy’s top brass could only order deploying so vessels to search near the last known location of the Submarine.

The only thing to do was to imdiately report to higher authorities.

Let them ponder this vexing issue.

The control room, once bustling with discussion, beca quiet, replaced by frequent phone communications and urgent eting calls.

Details about the incident began being rapidly reported to higher-ups.

And as everyone knows,

once the Philippine governnt was inford of the incident, Lighthouse Country was also made aware.