It was with missile trails.
Dozens. Then hundreds.
Glowing lines drawn by the devil's hand, streaking across the western horizon like falling stars made of rage. Every eye in every bunker, every trench, every command post turned upward.
General Hong Fei blinked in disbelief. "What the hell is that?"
General Liang narrowed his eyes. "Missiles. But… Those aren't ours."
And then the sky exploded.
BOOM.
BOOM.
BOOM.
It was not a salvo. It was an apocalypse.
Cluster payloads. Kinetic penetrators. Mana disruptor warheads. Satellite-guided bunker busters. Weapons designed for full-scale annihilation, not tactical precision.
They rained down like hellfire, fiery, horrifying and utterly unrelenting.
The Central Command in Xi'an didn't burn. It ceased to exist. A mana-flux rupture chain-reaction vaporized the entire hilltop compound in a flash of white-blue light.
