Kyushu has been a military stronghold and industrial base of Yingzhou since ancient times. Its people are known for their fierce spirit and retain strong military traditions from the old era.

After the Great Transfer, the remnants of the Kyushu army quickly integrated local police forces and underworld organizations, and under the leadership of a ground commander named Yamamoto Shingen, they established a highly militarized management system—the "Kyushu All-Powerful War Council".

Shingen Yamamoto, a man nearing sixty but still standing as straight as a javelin, is the last believer in the spirit of "Bushido" from the old era.

He witnessed the devastation in Osaka firsthand—through the intermittent radio signals and blurry images transmitted at great risk.

He knew the enemy possessed godlike power, but his inner "Yamato spirit" would not allow him to surrender without a fight.

"Gentlemen!" In the underground command center of Fukuoka City, Yamamoto Shingen addressed all his officers in his final speech.

Behind him was a huge Rising Sun Flag.

“We have already foreseen the end of ‘Osaka.’ The enemy is a demon from another dimension, possessing power we cannot comprehend. Surrender might allow us to survive, but we will lose our dignity, our wives and daughters will become playthings, and our descendants will be slaves for generations to come!”

"I, Yamamoto Nobuyuki, as a soldier of the Empire, would rather die standing than live on my knees! Countless ancestors shed their blood on the land of Kyushu. From here, we set sail to expand the Empire's territory! Today, this land will become the battlefield where we shed our last drop of blood for glory and dignity!"

"The time for a 'final showdown' has arrived! Invest all resources into the war! Every man is a soldier! Every woman is part of the logistics! Every factory is an arsenal! We must show those demons that the bones of Kyushu are hard! Even if we die, we will bite a piece of flesh from their bodies!"

"Black Card Disaster, Banzai!"

"Onboard! Onboard!"

Fanatical shouts echoed in the underground command center.

Throughout Kyushu, this ferocious beast trapped on a deserted island has bared its final fangs.

The remaining fleet, anchored at the Sasebo naval base, is ready to fire. The missile base, hidden in the mountains, has been revealed from its camouflage.

Hundreds of thousands of reservists were mobilized and distributed with outdated weapons. They even dragged out Zero fighter planes from museums in an attempt to repair them for "kamikaze" attacks.

This was a tragic, collective suicide that was destined to fail from the very beginning.

On the bridge of the "God Might" ship, Qin Lan coldly looked at the points of light on Kyushu Island that lit up like fireflies, representing military deployments, through the holographic star map.

"Your Majesty, the 'Kyushu All-Out War Council' has rejected our 'gospel' and entered a state of full-scale war." She reported to Lin Feng's holographic projection in a calm tone, as if she were talking about a trivial matter.

Lin Feng, sitting on the throne, didn't even open his eyes; only a slightly amused smile played on his lips.

“Interesting. I thought that the fireworks display in Osaka Bay had terrified all the people of Yingzhou.” He said lazily, “It seems there are still some insects who can’t see reality and want to try to stop the chariot with their bare hands.”

"These insects, though foolish, have added a touch of fun to this hunt with their 'courage'," Lin Feng said with a hint of mockery. "Qin Lan, I'm giving you a chance to please me."

"Don't use 'Heavenly Punishment' right from the start like you did in Osaka. That's too boring, like using a giant hammer to crack a walnut. It's effective, but it lacks aesthetic appeal."

"With your fleet, with your tactics, peel away their arms, layer by layer, like an onion, crush their hopes. I want to see a magnificent, asymmetrical, artistic war. I want to see how they collapse in their deepest despair."

Qin Lan's heart pounded with excitement. She instantly understood Lin Feng's meaning. His Majesty didn't want a victory, but a perfect military performance, full of dynamism and intensity.

"Your Majesty, I obey!" A bloodthirsty glint flashed in her eyes. "I promise to give Your Majesty the most spectacular performance!"

The war has begun.

Faced with hundreds of missiles of various types fired at the high-altitude fleet from all over Kyushu, Qin Lan didn't even need to use electromagnetic pulse defense.

"Activate the 'swarm' drone defense system," she commanded.

Tens of thousands of drones, each only the size of a palm and resembling metal locusts, swarmed out from the launch ports of various warships, forming a constantly flowing "cloud" of metal and intelligence beneath the fleet.

When Kyushu's missiles entered range, this "cloud" instantly came to life.

Thousands upon thousands of drones, with mobility dozens of times greater than that of missiles, took the initiative to meet them.

Instead of using explosives, they precisely ignited the missile's warhead with their own ultra-high frequency lasers, or physically destroyed the missile's guidance system directly with superalloy impact rams.

In the sky, it was as if a grand yet silent fireworks display had been set off. All the missiles, hundreds of kilometers away from the fleet, were intercepted and detonated by this terrifying "swarm."

In the underground command center of Fukuoka, Shingen Yamamoto stared in disbelief at the radar screen as the dots representing his own missiles disappeared in swathes.

“What…what is this?” his chief of staff asked, his voice trembling.

No one could answer that. It was beyond their comprehension.

After eliminating the aerial threat, Qin Lan turned her gaze to the Sasebo naval base. There, the last few dozen ships of Kyushu were assembled.

"'Zhenhai'-class heavy cruiser formation, heed my command." Qin Lan's voice was cold yet elegant. "Switch to 'suborbital electromagnetic railgun strike' mode."

"Target: Sasebo Naval Base. Conduct a saturation, coverage strike."

Seventy-two Zhenhai-class heavy cruisers slowly adjusted their attitude. The armor plates between their hulls slid open, revealing the massive electromagnetic railgun tracks inside, shimmering with blue arcs of electricity.

There was no fire, no roar.

Only streaks of pale blue light flashed and disappeared in space.

Seconds later, disaster struck Sasebo.

Thousands of metal projectiles, each ten meters long and made of ultra-high-density alloy, rained down from the sky at twenty times the speed of sound. They did not explode, but they carried pure, irresistible physical kinetic energy.

A long metal spear pierced precisely through the center of the island superstructure of the helicopter carrier "Izumo," pinning the entire warship firmly to the seabed. The immense kinetic energy instantly tore apart and shredded the warship's internal structure.

The other missile struck the Atago-class destroyer's ammunition magazine directly. This time, it triggered a massive secondary explosion. A huge fireball shot into the sky, blasting the entire warship into countless burning fragments.

Port, dock, oil depot... In the next few minutes, the entire Sasebo naval port was repeatedly plowed dozens of times by this "rod of God" strike from space.

When the attack ceased, the former naval port had become a living hell, a scene of twisted steel and boiling seawater. Not a single ship remained intact.

As Yamamoto Shingen listened to Commander Sasebo's desperate, incoherent cries via satellite phone, he closed his eyes, and a tear slid down the cheek of this iron-willed general.

But he hasn't lost yet. He still has his last trump card—the army.