BXBX NOVEL Chapter 359: Anti-Matter Explosives!
Switch!
As quickly as it had begun, the broadcast from Mount Olympus ended, and the screen momentarily went dark before flickering back to life.
This time, viewers were shown a satellite view from high above Frostholm.
The camera focused sharply on the landscape below, revealing the extensive dire situation.
The whole northern and eastern regions were obscured by thick clouds of dust, the fallout from recent nuclear strikes rendering the terrain below nearly invisible.
At that precise moment, the broadcast shifted again, and a woman appeared on the screen.
She was dressed in a lab coat, her long red hair flowing dramatically behind her, signaling her authority and expertise.
The graphic on the screen identified her as the Queen of Norhaven, a dual role that piqued the curiosity of many.
Her sudden appearance on television following such a critical announcement caused another uproar among the viewers.
Those familiar with her not only as a queen but also in her professional capacity as a scientist were particularly eager to hear her perspective, wondering how these drastic measures aligned with her known commitments to science and governance.
The Queen of Norhaven appeared composed but visibly burdened by the seriousness of her message.
She began to describe the dire state of the land, explaining its condition with a clear and scientific preciseness.
"The land, as we now view it, is beyond salvageable," she declared solemnly. "During the recent conflict on the 22nd of January, a squadron tasked with delivering a nuclear payload to neutralize the enemy was compromised. Two of the F-35s, equipped with nuclear payloads, were taken down and detonated upon crashing in the northeastern region of Frostholm.
If no action is taken, the situation will only worsen."
She paused to clear her throat, a brief moment of vulnerability that humanized the urgency of her speech.
"In just a moment," she continued, "we will be unveiling a new existence to the world—an antimatter explosive, developed with the assistance of the Guardian Maliketh of the North American continent. This device is capable of neutralizing everything in its vicinity. It has been designed specifically to address our current crisis."
The Queen\'s next words were delivered with a mix of hope and anxiety: "Within one minute, thousands of aircraft and bombers from allied nations will deploy this new payload to demonstrate its effectiveness. If all goes according to plan, the God Particle will cease to multiply, and the radioactive dust from the nuclear fallout will also be eradicated."
The camera panned slightly, capturing the serious expressions of military officials and scientific advisors standing by.
The world watched, holding its breath, as the countdown began, marking a world changing moment that promised either a groundbreaking solution or a monumental disaster.
"This operation," the Queen concluded, "represents our commitment to restoring safety and stability to our world. Thank you for your trust and patience as we navigate these troubled times together."
The broadcast shifted abruptly from the solemn atmosphere of the Queen\'s address to the high-stakes action unfolding at various military bases.
Viewers around the world held their breath in anticipation as the camera captured jets roaring to life, their engines thundering a call to action.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
The rhythmic thunder of the jet engines resonated through the airwaves as one by one, the aircraft sprinted down the runways, rapidly gaining speed before lifting into the air.
Within seconds, the skies teemed with thousands of aircraft converging over the skies of Frostholm, forming an armada visible even from space.
In the cockpits, pilots adjusted their headsets, their faces set with determination under their visors.
One pilot, his voice crackling over the comms, spoke with focused intensity, "All units, maintain formation and proceed to target coordinates."
The view from one cockpit showed a pilot\'s eyes scanning the horizon, a mix of resolve and anticipation mirrored in his gaze as he piloted his craft towards the impending operation.
The tactical displays beeped intermittently, locking onto the designated areas within Frostholm.
Back on the ground, the crowd watching the broadcast could be heard gasping and murmuring, their reactions a mix of awe and fear.
Gasp!
Parents hugged their children a little tighter, couples exchanged worried glances, and friends held onto each other, united in their hope for a positive outcome.
The camera zoomed in on the faces in the crowd—eyes wide, mouths agape—as the first missiles detached from the underbellies of the lead aircraft with a deafening roar.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The missiles streaked across the sky, leaving behind trails of white smoke as they arched toward their target.
The scene was both terrifying and mesmerizing, a display of military might and scientific wonder aimed at sealing the fate of an entire region.
As the missiles neared their impact, the broadcast held the world in a silent grip, everyone waiting for the moment of truth.
Would this bold strategy restore safety, or would it usher in unforeseen consequences?
Only time would tell.
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Northern Region, Frostholm!
In the place where once stood the mighty F1D99 base, hailed as the bunker of humanity\'s future!
Tremble...
From the very heart of the crater, a figure emerged.
Devoid of any clothes, his presence was both commanding and mystifying against the icy sheet.
Where echoes of the past mingled with the reality of the present, stood a man whose appearance seemed untouched by time.
His skin was fair, almost luminescent, his eyes, deep pools of serene blue, held a penetrating gaze that seemed to see beyond the immediate chaos into a deeper realm of understanding.
His hair, a rich, flowing black, cascaded down his back to his waist, each strand reflecting a silken sheen that moved fluidly with each subtle breeze.
The hair framed a face with sharply defined features: high cheekbones, a strong jawline, and a straight nose, all contributing to a visage of classical beauty.
His brows, dark and well-defined, were knitted together in concentration, adding an intensity to his already striking appearance.