Volume 2 Chapter 68: The Golden Sun (Part 2)
"This must be a joke…"
People stared at their screens, watching the sight of the sun created by the 44 Ghidorah's Wings merged together, nearly losing their ability to think.
The spherical body, two kilometers in diameter, hung high in space, radiating endless light and heat in all directions. It turned everything within a hundred kilometers of its vicinity into an unavoidable pillar of light, no matter how one tried to evade it.
The 44 Ghidorah's Wings descended, intertwining their bodies as they radiated brilliance. All weapons attempting to threaten them were unable to penetrate their luminous barrier. What humanity feared had come true—
The Ghidorah's Wings had become a sun.
In East Asia, and everywhere on the planet facing that direction, anyone who looked up could see that this second sun outshone the original sunrise, dragging a bright daytime starry sky down toward the earth below.
The lasers they emitted scattered in the atmosphere, creating countless star-like specks of light. These countless beams of light painted a starry sky across the heavens, and at the center of this sky was the sun, symbolizing destruction.
How beautiful it was.
A sun pulling down the stars, shining together with the original sun.
It dragged the stars, dragged the lands! It was coming! Coming down from the highest heavens!
Its tail swept across a third of the stars in the sky, about to strike the earth!
It was falling toward humanity on the ground.
A miracle—No, this was a miracle.
An ancient miracle was now manifesting again. Numerous laser beams formed a net of light across the sky. Every nuclear missile attempting to approach the sun was destroyed without exception.
This beast-made sun continued to fall, heading toward a location in East Asia, about to reenact the legendary descent of the Golden Crow.
Unfortunately, the place it was falling toward had no goddess or Fusang tree.
The first wave of nuclear weapons had utterly failed.
Not a single one had made a successful hit. In the face of this radiant sun, the space-based strike net had become nothing more than a joke.
Humanity's strike net in space had failed completely, unable to get near it. In command centers across various regions, everyone sat in stunned silence.
What could they do now?
They questioned themselves, desperately trying to think of a solution, but in the end, no matter how hard they thought, no answer came to mind.
In the face of this radiant sun, humanity seemed powerless. The myth of Hou Yi shooting down the suns was ultimately just a legend—Humanity simply couldn't accomplish it. What's more, in that legend, Hou Yi's divine bow and arrows were gifts from the gods—granted to him by the father of the very suns he shot down.
Emperor Jun granted Hou Yi the red bow and white arrows. But who would grant humanity such a weapon now?
Probably no one. Even if they tried contacting the Bilusaludo aliens now, their mothership hadn't yet arrived on Earth.
"Damn it, we were played… Should have thought of this earlier."
In East Asia's Monster combat command base, someone cursed under their breath after silently contemplating for a moment. Mixed within was regret for not realizing sooner that the Ghidorah's Wings might resort to such tactics.
If only they had thought of it earlier, if only…
Would it have made a difference?
The result would still have been the same—nothing would have changed.
The current form taken by the Ghidorah's Wings wasn't something people couldn't imagine, but something they didn't want to think about. There was no point in thinking about it—there was no way to deal with it.
Everyone's minds had briefly considered the possibility of, "What if the Ghidorah's Wings fully illuminated themselves, perfectly intercepting every missile?" But no one ever voiced it aloud.
It was like discussing potential future crises for Earth and refusing to entertain the thought of a sudden cosmic explosion tomorrow—because such scenarios were pointless to discuss. No matter how much you talked about it, the result would always be the same: no solution, no way to fight it.
The formation taken by the Ghidorah's Wings now was just such a scenario.
This time, the Ghidorah's Wings hadn't relied on targeting systems or any external materials.
They simply stacked their numbers to the extreme, achieving a synergy where 1+1 > 2.
Such coordination was beyond humanity's ability to disrupt.
At least, there was no way to stop them in the sky.
Since a battle in the sky was hopeless, their only chance lay in the ground-based plan.
The space-based strike net was only one part of humanity's strategy. Its failure didn't mean total defeat—humanity's true main force remained on the ground.
As long as the traps buried on the ground could be fully activated, or if the railguns could operate as planned,
Even with twice as many Ghidorah's Wings, it wouldn't be a hopeless fight.
We still have a fighting chance. Even if the battle won't be in space…
At that moment, just when everyone felt a bit dejected, thinking that space combat was no longer feasible,
The space-based orbital station's strike net launched a second wave of attacks.
This time, it didn't attempt to conserve its attacks like before.
The strike net directed as many nuclear missiles as possible toward the Ghidorah's Wings. This time, nearly 300,000 warheads were mobilized.
Satellites launched nukes into the atmosphere, sending them collectively toward the "sun" in the sky.
The nuclear warheads reached the sun, detonating one after another under its radiant brilliance.
They depicted the lethal boundary of the Ghidorah's Wings' radiance with their explosions. And at that moment, the strike net issued a command:
All surrounding nuclear warheads were ordered to detonate.
The expanding nuclear cloud's outermost fiery edge touched the sun's light. Although there was no atmosphere in space to create shockwaves, the high-energy particles released by the explosions momentarily refracted the sun's rays.
One explosion was followed by ten, then a hundred, then a thousand!
Relentless detonations of nuclear weapons momentarily opened a path through the sun's radiance. Through this passage, the missiles surged forward, trying to shoot down the sun and fulfill the myth of Hou Yi.
But—
Relying on nuclear weapons alone wasn't enough.
The fiery cloud only bent the light momentarily. No matter how many thousands of missiles exploded, countless instants couldn't add up to a full second.
The "sun" eventually pierced through the cloud, and the cloud ultimately couldn't block the sun.
The second wave of nuclear weapons was completely wiped out.
Even the strike net was helpless against the Ghidorah's Wings.
And just then, the light that had illuminated the entire sky a day ago appeared once more.
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