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For the military, military exercises are like going to work. Unfortunately, North American soldiers hate working. What's more fun than driving around and having fun with the female soldiers on the ship?
Moreover, they had just recently conducted a military exercise.
—A deterrent to the Chinese mainland region.
Originally, after flexing their muscles, the fleet was supposed to disband and return to port for reorganization. However, after the incident in New Zealand, thanks to the mediation of Wilwick, the fleet, which had just disbanded and was preparing to go home, was urgently brought together again. After a quick resupply in Singapore, which is not far from New Zealand, they rushed over.
Otherwise, how could a military exercise, which usually takes ten days to half a month to organize, arrive so quickly?
This is the effect of sailing at full speed after a quick resupply.
—If it weren't for the reassurance from the higher-ups: you only need to go there once, flex your muscles a little, and don't need to stay too long.
As a member of the upper class, the navy veterans wouldn't so easily agree to work overtime.
But things never go as planned.
...No, or rather, this time it was the exception.
This massive joint naval force can indeed end the military exercise sooner, just as the commanders hoped.
—By being buried at sea.
"boom!"
The deafening roar caused the ship to explode, and a huge spray of water soaked the deck, staining it with an ominous crimson hull. The sudden, intense shaking caused the ship to capsize, prompting the previously laughing and chatting commanders to erupt in inexplicable shouts and curses.
"Shit, what happened?"
"Sir, we are under attack. One of our destroyers has gone silent."
"What? An attack? Where is the enemy?" Despite their bewilderment, no matter how questionable their skills were, they still possessed at least a shred of combat capability—the leading commander, Doug, who quickly recovered from his panic, asked loudly.
"found it!"
Under the control of the shipboard operators, their proud technology finally located the beautiful young woman who had landed on a destroyer.
"Wow, a little girl? Just a little girl?"
"Are you kidding me?"
Doug burst into profanity, his face filled with disbelief.
This little brat sank one of his destroyers?
"She might be a Herrscher..."
"Fuck! Wasn't the Herrscher already destroyed?!"
Military personnel of sufficient rank will know some information about the Honkai, though lower-ranking naval soldiers know nothing. However, as the commander-in-chief of the Combined Fleet, Doug is aware of the existence of the so-called Herrschers.
Of course, having never personally encountered a Herrscher, he felt no fear of such an extremely dangerous being as described in the materials.
Could a mere flesh and blood body be more powerful than his aerial bombs?
This arrogance was further amplified after learning that the First Herrscher had been killed by a high-powered weapon.
If given the chance, the Commander-in-Chief would love to hunt down a Herrscher himself. After all, in peacetime, it's really hard to earn merit. If he could kill such a thing, he might be able to get five stars on his person for fun.
Unfortunately, the Congress ultimately decided to use nuclear weapons to deal with the Herrscher first to avoid direct confrontation, and as soldiers, we had no choice but to obey.
Now, it seems like an opportunity has arrived!
"Fuck! That idiot Gesar actually lied about military intelligence! I'm going to send that bastard to a military court!"
Overjoyed, Doug was also furious at Gesar's terrible intelligence—it was because of that bastard that he was caught off guard and lost a destroyer for nothing. As the commander-in-chief, Doug cursed angrily, intending to shift the blame for the loss onto that bastard.
Then came a loud, arrogant roar:
"Guys, your time to make a name for yourselves has come! Open fire on that monster! Give her a good thrashing with all your firepower!"
The generous rewards for killing a Herrscher made him overlook the dangers behind it—why could a Herrscher survive a nuclear bombardment, and why that bastard Gesar had disappeared?
All that remains is a deep-seated greed.
The power of greed turned his eyes red.
Like him were all the soldiers in the combined fleet who had been misled and influenced by this; they howled excitedly, brandished their weapons, and began to vent their inner desires.
In a place unseen by anyone—silk threads wrapped around their bodies, controlling them!
Naval guns and missiles.
Even carrier-based aircraft that were unable to operate in such extreme weather staggered off the aircraft carrier deck amidst the angry roars of pilots with red eyes, only to be swept into the sea by the storm and crushed into dust.
Sensing the source of this madness, Wendy, standing barefoot atop the silent destroyer, gazed at the ships spewing fire at her, a chilling intent flashing in her eyes.
In order to deter the enemy more effectively, she chose this 'gentle' method of elimination because she possessed the power to annihilate the fleet in an instant.
After all, annihilating this fleet instantly would be too terrifying, and it would also be detrimental to MEI and the others' work afterwards.
Therefore, Jiang Qiao must accomplish this task in a way that can instill sufficient terror in the pre-civilization humans without leaving them feeling hopeless.
Stepping over an ant without crushing it requires an incredibly difficult amount of force to control.
But now, he has changed his mind.
"They all have to die."
The slowly clenched hand, as if seizing fate by the throat, the ultimate manipulation of fluids made the world seem like the end of the world at this moment.
The soldiers, whose condition was clearly abnormal, also woke up and looked at the sky with expressions of terror.
The sky... has fallen down!
"boom--!"
Everything calmed down, except for the turbulent sea.
The technological marvels that humanity was so proud of—those ships—have vanished without a trace.
Seawater is also a fluid—the ocean is also the domain of the Wind Riders.
"You're really giving me a tough time."
The girl looked up at the sky. Under the bright clear sky, she could not see the vast universe clearly, but her verdant gaze seemed to pierce through the moon where the cocoon was located.
He sighed.
...This entire fleet, hundreds of thousands of people, are all Herrschers of Domination!
The title of Herrscher of a Thousand is no longer appropriate—perhaps because Jiang is simply too top-tier. Cocoon, judging that civilization needs a more suitable test, created the Herrscher of Domination he saw after deeming the conditions right, a Herrscher of Domination that differs from the original.
Wendy is unaware of her specific abilities.
But based on Green Seele's previous manipulations and some observations of this fleet now...
He came to at least two conclusions—
1. The number of Rulers is definitely no longer just one thousand.
2. Those who govern will influence people's thinking, making them narrow-minded and controlled by their desires.
The difference between this and the original Herrscher of Domination is that it is weaker.
The Herrschers of Domination from the previous civilization originally possessed the ability to use the powers of other Herrschers, even if they were only greatly weakened versions of those powers. That ability allowed them to form an incredibly terrifying superhuman army after gathering a thousand members.
Even Kevin, who had become a fusion warrior by then, found it difficult to completely eliminate them.
It was only after MEI repeatedly switched between two core Godslayer Armors that they were finally able to eliminate those clowns.
The price paid behind this was extremely high—her premature death was closely related to this battle.
The 'Herrschers of Domination' that Jiang Qiao saw at this moment did not possess any extraordinary power at all; they seemed to be just ordinary people.
but--
"This is really bad news."
Gazing at the countless grains of sand drifting everywhere, even Dr. MEI could hardly perceive the Honkai energy contained within those 'sand grains'. She looked at the fine sand with some concern: "Are you sure they are really all Herrscher cores?"
"I can't sense any Herrscher powers within them at all; they don't even have imaginary singularities."
This is illogical, as all Herrscher cores possess imaginary singularities—because that is their primary means of acquiring Honkai energy, and also the link between power and the cocoon.
"The power of the origin tells me yes."
Wendy, her tone remarkably confident as she lightly touched the fine sand, poured out all the information she had gathered about the Laws of Domination.
"Is it impossible for that power to sense the connection between them?"
"Unfortunately, they are not connected in the conventional sense... You know, even the powers of a Herrscher are not omnipotent."
Sitting in the air, her fair thighs crossed and raised high, leaning back as if on a throne, the dark green-haired girl, dressed in an extremely erotic feathered outfit, gently blew a breath of fine sand into the sand in her hand, and the invisible airflow dispersed and restored it.
Despite having used Origin's authority to achieve countless conveniences, as he said, Origin is not omnipotent; it just so happens that all of those things were within the scope of Origin's authority.
Just like the imaginary singularity mentioned by Dr. MEI, the process of the Origin interfering with other Herrschers is precisely what it is born from.
He once said that the power of the Origin is connection and modulation, which is not an exaggeration, but a conclusion drawn from the Origin's position in the cocoon and the other Herrschers.
Although this view is equally narrow, as the Herrscher closest to the Cocoon besides the Herrscher of the End—all Herrschers and their associated imaginary singularities cannot avoid the location of the Origin.
This distance means that the imaginary singularities connecting other Herrschers to the cocoon will all pass through the 'Origin' to some extent, allowing [Alicia], who possesses the highest authority below the End, to act as an authority-hungry dog without restraint.
"The cocoon seems to be deliberately guarding against me."