Night of Despair-Chapter 423 - 421 confrontation one

Public Calendar, October 13, 2019.

8:10:21 AM.

In Eastern Fista, 182 kilometers east of Mana City, Dura Desert.

A line of heavy-duty military-green trucks leisurely turned off the main national highway and branched into the vast expanse of the barren desert.

Soon after, the vehicles stopped at a wide open space with no cities or villages in sight.

As the doors opened, Qing Huang with a black wooden sword in hand, stepped out slowly.

He looked up at the sky, gave a slight nod, and moved aside.

Quickly more than ten soldiers from the Black Light Army leapt off the trucks behind him.

They swiftly unloaded the contents of the trucks and began to deploy a special Array around the perimeter.

Within minutes, a three-layer disposable Array was set up.

Qing Huang entered the Array, walking to its center.

Hisss.

He reached for the hilt and slowly began to draw the sword.

The blade emerged from the black scabbard, revealing a blue blade etched with numerous runic Array Patterns.

" We can start now," Yu Hong’s voice came through the earpiece.

"Yes," Qing Huang slightly nodded, stood the long sword upright, and began to perform a sword dance in place.

The continuous sound of the swooshing, slicing through air kept on, gradually the runes on the blade started glowing with a white light.

The gentle white glow, visible only to Magicians, rapidly spread outward, becoming fainter and more translucent quickly.

Hiss!

The invisible, transparent light spread faster and faster, encompassing all the living within a seventy-kilometer radius in a blink of an eye.

The Array continuously amplified Qing Huang’s Magic, combined with his self-made Dao Artifact and the augmentation of silver light.

This time, it fully met the operational requirements.

"Rise!" Qing Huang uttered in a low shout, the sword tip pointing downward, gently stabbing into the ground.

At the same moment, everyone within a seventy-kilometer radius shuddered slightly and their eyes glazed over.

Whether it was villages, towns, or the scattered residences along the roadsides, at this moment everyone set aside their work, organized their belongings with perfect order, gathered their children, left their homes, and started heading farther away.

This was an evacuation to clear the civilian population from the area to avoid accidental harm.

Elsewhere, in Mana City, Power King surrounded the city broadcast station with his troops.

Bang!

The metal door was kicked open. A few guards stood up menacingly but seeing the towering stature and Battle Axe firearms of the Black Light Army soldiers, they immediately softened.

Power King led his men onto the elevator, stationed guards on each floor, and made his way straight to the broadcast room.

Before long, a female announcer, who was in the middle of broadcasting the morning news, was picked up single-handedly and brought out.

While she was still baffled, Power King had already forced his way into the broadcast room and grabbed the microphone.

"Hello, can you hear me?" He tapped the mic.

The technicians responsible for the live program saw trouble brewing and tried to turn off the broadcast switch, but were watched closely by the Black Light soldiers behind them, breaking out in a cold sweat, daring not to make any more moves.

These towering giants, over two meters tall and clad in thick black full metal armor, wielding heavy Battle Axes, were intimidating just by their appearance.

"Who... who are you!? I warn you, I’ve already called the police!!" The station head rushed over, puffing up his chest and shouted at the Black Light soldiers guarding the outside.

Click.

The mouth of a gun pressed against his neck, and immediately the station head dared not to be reckless.

"Have everyone cooperate with the broadcast," a Black Light soldier said sternly.

"Okay... okay," the station head’s courage, which he had finally mustered, deflated in an instant, and he no longer dared to shout.

A few minutes later.

Power King’s voice quickly spread from the broadcast station to the entire Mana City, and even over a dozen surrounding cities.

"I am Power King, from the Spirit Alliance’s Hope City, to prove our no ill intentions towards Fista, we have decided to detonate a hydrogen bomb on the eastern side of Dura Desert."

"....!!!"

Instantly, the broadcast room staff, who were already nervous, were dumbstruck.

Almost everyone thought they had heard wrong.

But in the next moment.

"A hydrogen bomb is a type of nuclear weapon; I’m not sure if you have any here, but either way, it’s a nuke, so just watch," he said.

After speaking, Power King released the microphone and turned to leave the room.

Although his self-taught local language wasn’t very standard, he had practiced these few sentences enough times for people to understand clearly.

The news that the Spirit Light Alliance was about to launch a nuclear bomb with the target being Dura Desert spread like a virus.

Outside the broadcasting station, the public paid no mind, thinking it was just a joke or part of some talk show format.

But the National Security Bureau and Fista’s official departments were not as outwardly composed.

"Are you sure it’s a nuclear weapon?! Where is the inspection team? Take the equipment there to check!"

Inside the covert headquarters of the National Security Bureau.

Rania’s originally tired face twisted again.

To oversee the comprehensive encirclement of the Spirit Alliance and facilitate later threats to obtain their technology, he hadn’t slept for two days.

Now his eyes were bloodshot, disheveled, nearly unrecognizable as the bureau chief.

"It has been confirmed, through radiation residue detection, that it is very likely a nuclear weapon, but we cannot calculate the specific yield," an official from the National Security Bureau said, wiping sweat from his forehead.

"Where did they get nuclear weapons from!? There has been no loss in our national nuclear arsenal, and no other nuclear powers have reported any missing," Rania gritted her teeth.

"The key question now is, what does the Spirit Alliance want to achieve!? Publicly declaring that they will deploy nuclear weapons in front of the public? They are the most radical terrorists in the world!"

Rekus, who is always calm, now had an extremely awful look on his face.

"Connect me to the president immediately."

"No, what if it’s just a farce, can you bear the blame?" Rekus said.

"The president has other means to verify the truth. All we need to do now is report the situation upwards!" Rania said sternly.

"But..."

"No need! I already know." In the conference room, a deep and magnetic male voice suddenly sounded.

The voice came from behind the two, from the large screen.

"Mr. President, we have already conducted specific verification and handling of the Spirit Alliance matter. We hadn’t planned to inform you so soon, but..."

Rania had not finished speaking when, the next second.

Boom!

The conference room shook violently.

The entire underground conference room quivered as if it were a box of building blocks, being shaken and vibrated.

The light fixtures overhead were jolted down, hanging halfway in the air.

Computers and water cups on the table smashed to the ground, sparks erupted and lit up on the screen walls.

The lights flickered on and off, the alarm sounded shrilly, and the fire sprinkler system started to spray water randomly.

"What’s happening!!?" Rekus shouted, ducking under the table.

But no one answered because his voice was completely drowned out by a huge vibration.

Boom!

The terrifying trembling continuously shook this underground space.

And in Mana City.

Countless people living and working normally suddenly felt as if the sky had brightened.

In the eastern sky, it seemed as if an extra sun had suddenly appeared.

The intense white light almost overshadowed the real sun.

Moments later, the ground shook, followed by a blast of white shockwaves sweeping in from the distance, crashing into the city’s downtown area like waves, and then quickly dissipated by the buildings.

All the people in Mana City lit up with fine silver Spirit Light, counteracting the impact, and then quickly strengthened their lungs to clear out the dust.

In the presidential office of Fista.

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The current President Vineta Kleyman stood up solemnly.

She looked at the live broadcast footage projected in front of her.

In the Dura Desert, a huge mushroom cloud shot up, the blinding white light was processed to be less intense, and the plump mushroom cloud looked less terrifying.

But Vineta knew that this thing was an absolutely high-yield nuclear weapon...

"Oh God... with just one year left in office, why did this happen during my term..." Vineta watched as a high-yield nuclear bomb suddenly exploded on her country’s soil.

It wasn’t an official military nuclear test, and she clearly understood what that meant.

Watching the footage, Vineta’s heart nearly leapt from her chest; she breathed rapidly, covering her chest with her hand. It took her a while to recover, to confirm that it was not a fabricated image but a real live feed.

Suddenly, a deep exhaustion swept over her.

"Convene a cabinet meeting, I need a detailed report from the National Land Security Bureau and the National Security Bureau. All information about this nuclear blast!"

"Get the FBI and the Central Intelligence Agency moving as well, I need all the information on the Spirit Alliance from this broadcast!"

"Yes, Mr. President."

The president’s secretary in the office was also awakened by the noise, coming to his senses and quickly went out with a pale face.

Leaving behind a weary President Vineta, who slumped in the leather chair, massaging her temples.

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The impact of the nuclear blast was much greater than Yu Hong had imagined.

But he was unconcerned.

One minute after ordering the detonation, he knew that there would inevitably be a series of conflicts and attacks following one after another.

No one would tolerate a terrorist organization possessing nuclear weapons operating within their own country.

He ordered the Black Light Army and the major members of the Spirit Alliance to scatter and head straight for the President’s location—the Ares Palace, a symbol of Fista’s free will.

At this moment, the Spirit Alliance truly entered everyone’s field of vision.

Rather than, as it was at the beginning, only having some reputation in Mana City and nearby towns or treated as some entertainment companies on the internet.

Around four-thirty in the afternoon.

Yu Hong put on a custom-made white Daoist robe with a silver Yin Yang Diagram visible on the back.

He got into an arranged bulletproof business sedan.

A procession of white sedans escorted him front and back, heading out of the city along the main road.

On the streets, people were still discussing the huge white light and the explosion they had just witnessed.

Because miraculously no one was injured, the vibrations became a topic of lively conversation.

Sitting in the car, Yu Hong was practicing the last level of the Capturing God Skill, while quietly listening to the detailed investigation reported by the old Daoist Yu Hen.