Isn't it the movement of the lighthouse's burrowing bomb?

Looking at the altar that was almost "broken", everyone was stunned again.

A shrill murmur emanated from the communicator, revealing a hint of unease in the quiet atmosphere of the conference room.

The Beacon Nation tactical commander's eyes became more and more solemn, his fingers tapping rapidly on the console, and the data and images quickly refreshed on the screen.

"The ground-penetrating bombs fired by your lighthouse nation didn't make such a big move?"

Wang Ju confirmed again, with a hint of eagerness in his voice.

"Yes, our ground-penetrating bombs are designed for precision strikes, and although the detonation power is strong, it will never cause such a violent vibration."

The voice of the Beacon Nation tactical commander was full of affirmation, but then his face turned pale.

"Who is making the current movement of the altar?"

For a moment, the atmosphere in the conference room became oppressive, and everyone's hearts were filled with uneasiness and fear.

It's scary to think about!

If it weren't for the shock caused by their ground-penetrating bombs, then where exactly did this power come from?

Wang Ju took a deep breath and tried to calm his mind, he knew that now was not the time to panic, they had to quickly find out the cause, and countermeasures were the key.

"Immediately check the status of all the ground-penetrating bombs to confirm that all the warheads have been detonated, and in the meantime, have the reconnaissance team conduct a full monitoring of the area around the altar, I want to know what happened!"

The voice of the royal bureau issued a series of orders in the communicator.

The technicians were busy, the data stream scrolling rapidly across the screen, and the reconnaissance team's drones began to assemble towards the altar area, ready for detailed reconnaissance.

Soon, the footage of the reconnaissance team was transmitted back to the command center, and all eyes were glued to the screen.

What they saw was shocking—the ground around the altar began to crack, deep cracks spreading outward like spider webs.

"This is this"

The voice of the Beacon Nation tactical commander choked up, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Is it really the place where the gods live under the altar?"

Under this conjecture, a sense of foreboding rose in everyone's hearts.

If this is the case, then they may be confronted with more than just an altar, but a force far beyond their comprehension.

At that moment, the screen changed, and light began to shine through the cracks, and they were blindingly bright, as if lava was about to erupt underground.

"I'm grinning! All units, evacuate immediately! ”

Wang Ju's voice erupted in the communicator, and he knew that the most important thing now was to ensure the safety of personnel.

Fighter jets began to quickly rise into the air to evacuate the area that was about to become dangerous.

And in the command center, everyone's hearts were full of questions and fears, they didn't know what would happen next, they could only stare nervously at the next move of the altar.

After a while, the tense atmosphere in the command center gradually changed to confusion and incomprehension.

Wang Ju and the other officials looked at each other, not knowing how to interpret the situation in front of them.

They anticipated the possibilities, but the silence of the altar was unexpected.

As the minutes passed, the cracks around the altar stopped spreading, the blinding light gradually disappeared, and the entire area returned to its unprecedented calm.

The altar seemed to laugh at their powerlessness and stood there silently, without any change.

Wang Ju's brow furrowed, he couldn't understand all this.

They had thought that the altar would have some kind of counterattack, or that it would unleash a greater power.

But now, everything seemed to come to an abrupt end, as if the altar was just playing with them.

"What's going on?"

General Xiong's voice was filled with anger and frustration that could not be concealed.

"We've used so much force, is this the end of it?"

The representatives of the Lighthouse Nation also looked confused, their technology had always been ahead, but in front of this ancient altar, they seemed so powerless.

"Shet, you should bring the more powerful missile!"

That being said, everyone can guess that no matter how powerful the missile is, it is estimated that no matter how powerful it is, it will not be able to help this unfathomable altar.

Do you want to use ICBMs?

Or is it the Heaven and Earth Tongshou missile?

"Perhaps, we really underestimated the power of the altar."

The tactical representative of the Dragon Kingdom said in a deep voice, his words revealing a hint of awe.

The atmosphere in the conference room grew heavier, and everyone was thinking about their next move.

But the silence of the altar was like an invisible barrier that they couldn't do anywhere.

At this moment, the drone of the reconnaissance team suddenly transmitted a new picture.

I saw the cracks around the altar begin to heal, and the earth slowly closed as if nothing had happened.

"It can't be!"

The technologist of the Lighthouse Nation exclaimed.

"Our attack has clearly caused damage, how is it possible"

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the king's game.

"Don't forget what we're up against."

Wang Ju's voice was low.

"This altar, its very existence is a mystery. We can't judge by common sense. ”

The crowd was silent, and they knew that the king was telling the truth.

In the face of such unimaginable phenomena, their science and force seem to have lost their effectiveness.

"But this operation is not a failure, at least it did not cause us any damage."

Hearing this, some high-level officials also showed satisfied looks on their faces.

There are quite a large number of people who think about it: do not seek merit, but seek no fault.

"Huh? No, isn't it too quiet? ”

Oh, yes

How can it be so quiet?

They haven't heard from the frontline combatants since the noise came out of the walkie-talkie.

An ominous premonition flashed in Wang's eyes, and his instincts told him that this unusual tranquility was often a harbinger of a storm.

"Excuse me?"

His voice was low and heavy, but the pent-up tension could be felt by everyone present.

"Immediately turn the direction of the reconnaissance plane, I want to see the current condition of our fighters!"

The technicians responded quickly, their fingers tapping into the keyboard in a rapid rhythm.

The screen began to shift, from the calm scene of the altar to the group of fighter jets in the sky.

However, as the picture focused, everyone's breathing seemed to stop at that moment.

An incomparably terrifying scene appeared - these fighters seemed to have changed from three-dimensional to two-dimensional, like a painting nailed to the sky and motionless.

"How is this possible?" Someone muttered to himself, and his voice was full of disbelief.

"What kind of dark magic is this?" There was a hint of panic in General Xiong's voice.

The fighters on the screen completely lost their dynamics, their silhouettes became flattened, as if compressed by some invisible force, fixed at a point in the sky.

(End of chapter)