northernbook Chapter 251 The Feng Shui Isn't Good
Chapter 251 The Feng Shui Isn't Good
In space, on the twenty-seventh hour that the Galaxy was in near-Earth orbit, Song Chen stood by the porthole on the bridge and scanned the location of the Japanese archipelago on the blue planet below once more.
The Eye of Truth offers a wider field of vision in space than on Earth.
Without the interference of the atmosphere, psionic trajectories are actually clearer in a vacuum, but that's about it.
An absurdly thick barrier of spiritual energy shrouded the four islands of Japan, like a pot of boiling soup turned upside down over the islands, turning all the psionic signals into a chaotic mess.
He tried to penetrate the barrier and look deeper, but could only see blurry outlines. Countless points of psionic energy from strange beasts were densely packed together, some as large as campfires, others as small as fireflies, so numerous that they were impossible to distinguish.
And among those largest spots of light, there are six that can be identified as belonging to the sixth level.
The Starship's built-in detectors provided more detailed findings.
On the plains below Mount Fuji, from the mountains in the west to the coast in the south, from the forests in the north to the plains in the east, a torrent of strange beasts is surging toward Honshu Island of Japan from all directions.
They traverse abandoned highways, step over old-fashioned rice paddies, smash concrete ruins, and, carrying smoke and gravel, flow like countless black tributaries into the same estuary.
Some of the strange beasts were moving fast and had already begun climbing mountains, while others were still trekking across the coastal plains, leaving behind a long trail of dust.
Flying beasts swept across the sky, their wingtips slicing through the clouds and casting huge shadows in the moonlight.
Herds of strange land creatures swept through an old-fashioned residential area, squeezing three-story apartment buildings until they were tilted and broken, and bricks and steel bars were trampled into the ground like scraps of paper.
These are land-dwelling beasts that have come from all over the world. They have all received the same mental broadcast, a broadcast from the two great royal families of the ocean, telling them to come to Japan, receive resources, become the new royal family of the land, or follow the new royal family back to the mainland.
Meanwhile, more strange beasts are arriving on the sea.
On the black surface of the Pacific Ocean, countless sea monsters cleave through the waves.
A giant whale, 800 meters long, surfaced to breathe, spewing a white column of water a hundred meters high from its blowhole. Its back was covered with countless strange land beasts.
On the other side, several members of the Sea Dragon Clan weaved through the waves, their backs also laden with exotic land beasts from Southeast Asia and the South Pacific islands.
From the air, these giant beasts are lined up in long columns on the sea, and the end of each column points in the same direction: Japan.
Amidst the undulating waves on the sea, the low murmurs of conversation and occasional roars of the strange beasts could be heard.
The moonlight shone on them, turning the sea into a flowing black and white painting.
In the distance, the coastline of Japan is becoming increasingly clear in the darkness of night.
Song Chen looked away and rubbed his temples.
"What did you figure out?" Zhou Wangyue asked, sitting in the command chair in the center of the bridge.
Song Chen turned around, sat down opposite Zhou Wangyue, and traced the outline of the Japanese archipelago in the air with his finger: "This place was quite turbulent in the old days."
Zhou Wangyue took a sip of tea, but didn't reply, waiting for him to continue.
"Now it's the era of spiritual power. The same place has changed hands twice, but they're both doing the same thing: causing trouble for others."
"Teacher, do you think there's something wrong with the feng shui of this place?"
Zhou Wangyue didn't respond to the topic of feng shui because he was a martial artist and didn't believe in it.
But he understood what Song Chen meant. Anyone who stared at a place from high above for a whole day and found that the place had caused trouble for humanity fifty years ago and was still causing trouble for humanity fifty years later would feel the same kind of irritation.
"Do you have a plan yet?"
Song Chen looked at the porthole again: "The mental barrier of these alien beasts covers the entire island. A nuclear bomb dropped from space would be detected by their mental power."
"Those beast kings layered their spiritual power, and anything carrying spiritual energy would be instantly detected as soon as it passed through that barrier."
"The psionic fuse inside a nuclear warhead cannot escape it."
"So nuclear weapons are useless?"
Song Chen waved his hand: "It's not useful for now, but the situation is changing."
As he spoke, he went to the control panel and pulled up a global war situation map.
The map of the Great Xia territory lit up on the screen, followed by the surrounding seas. Each sea area was covered with dense red markers, which represented the detected groups of marine monsters.
The number of markers is significantly higher than yesterday.
Song Chen pointed to the red markers on the screen: "The latest battle report sent by Han Duo."
"Starting this morning, all coastal base cities around the world were simultaneously subjected to probing attacks by marine monsters."
"Although it was just a small-scale harassment, a few dozen Tier 4s led a group of lower-tiers to charge the beachhead, fight for a while, and then run away."
"But the frequency is very high, and it happens simultaneously from the east coast of the Pacific Ocean to the west coast of the Atlantic Ocean."
Song Chen pulled up another document: "This is Gu Qianzhi's analysis."
"The total strength of the marine monsters far exceeds that of the land-based forces, but it will take time for them to assemble."
"The Pacific Ocean is too big. It's not something that can be accomplished in a few days to wake up all those old monsters that have been sleeping for decades in the deep sea trenches, organize them into an army, and then push them to the coastline."
"So their current strategy is harassment, using frequent small-scale attacks to hold back human coastal defenses and buy time for a general offensive."
"How long can this drag on?"
Gu Qianzhi estimated that if humanity does not take the initiative to disrupt the rhythm, it will last at most a month.
"One month later, the main force of the marine monsters will be assembled, and all coastal base cities will simultaneously face a full-scale attack."
"One month," Zhou Wangyue repeated the number.
"Looks like we need to speed things up."
Song Chen turned off the global situation map, stood up, and walked back to the porthole.
His gaze pierced through the glass and landed on the quietly rotating blue planet below.
The clouds drifted slowly through the atmosphere, and sunlight reflected off the sea through gaps in the clouds.
From space, everything was peaceful, so peaceful that it seemed as if all the battles were taking place in another world.
But he knew that beneath that seemingly calm sea, countless strange beasts were gathering.
And the Japanese archipelago, shrouded in a mental barrier, was in the center of that sea, like a fuse being lit.
He had an idea, a very bold plan.
"Teacher, how many nuclear bombs did you bring this time?"
Zhou Wangyue glanced at Song Chen's retreating figure: "Thirty low-yield tactical nuclear bombs, with yields ranging from 10,000 to 50,000 tons."
"Five strategic nuclear warheads with a yield of over one megaton."
That's enough.
"What do you mean, 'enough'?"
Zhou Wangyue was somewhat puzzled.