Chapter 316 The Theory of Spacetime Dislocation
The intensity of this battle far surpasses that of any war in human history.
Even if the final result is a successful victory over the São Tomé and Príncipe Empire and the destruction of the spacetime portal connecting it, the world will likely need a long time to recover after the war, and it may even cause societal development to regress by decades.
But this is already the best possible outcome.
Shangguan Ying hadn't slept for over a week. The mental and physical exertion beyond what most people could imagine had made her lose a lot of weight. Her cheeks and eye sockets were sunken, and her face was almost bloodless.
The command group she led included dozens of China's highest-ranking generals, and even though these generals could occasionally take turns to rest, they were still exhausted and looked like humans.
“Commander-in-Chief Shangguan, the higher-ups want you to get some sleep,” a subordinate came to her side and whispered. “You really should rest. Of everyone here, you’re the only one who hasn’t had a break from beginning to end.”
Shangguan Ying stared at the screen without responding, her whole being resembling a gaunt and sharp sculpture.
"Commander-in-Chief... if you fall, then..." the subordinate shouted again.
Shangguan Ying moved her dry, cracked lips. "Yes, I understand. The situation is now under control. I'm going to rest now. If there are any problems, remember to wake me up. Also, if you find what we need to destroy, be sure to wake me up too."
The subordinate breathed a sigh of relief, stood at attention, and said, "Yes, Commander!"
It was midnight in the Western Hemisphere that day.
The capital of the São Tomé and Príncipe Empire was captured, and the empire's core leadership fled in panic.
Even though they tried their best to conceal their movements, the joint defense team still detected their activities.
Instead of launching a direct arrest operation, the joint defense force used military satellites and stealth drones to monitor the group.
As of now, the entire São Tomé and Príncipe Empire has been completely sealed off by land, sea, and air. The core leadership of the empire is unable to escape this area, so they can only flee to what they consider the safest place.
Therefore, for the current São Tomé and Príncipe Empire, the safest place is also undoubtedly the most important place.
Where else could it be but a location where they have a spacetime portal to another world?
Several hours later, at dawn.
Thirteen core members of the Saint-Philippine Empire's high command, along with a protection team of over two hundred people, arrived at the Imperial Idol Island.
This place was originally a famous landmark in the United States. It was formerly known as Liberty Island and was located in the bustling area of what was once the largest city in the United States. In the middle of a wide river that runs through the city, there is a river island with a sculpture that is nearly 100 meters high.
The goddess sculpture that once symbolized the spirit of the M country is no longer there; it has been replaced by a male sculpture.
The male sculpture is dressed in a long robe and has a mask on his face.
The entire statue is over 180 meters tall, gilded all over, magnificent and dazzling, and exudes a powerful aura.
Even though they were in a hurry to escape, the thirteen high-ranking members of the empire still had their entourage bring out more than a dozen white robes when they arrived at the foot of the golden statue, and then solemnly put them on.
On the back of each white robe is a mask-like male pattern embroidered with gold thread.
After changing their clothes, they knelt down respectfully, kowtowed before the golden statue, and murmured prayers.
At that moment, a door suddenly opened at an inconspicuous spot at the feet of the golden statue.
A man also dressed in a white robe stepped forward and reprimanded, "How dare you come here without permission! Don't you know you'll be exposed?!"
Among the thirteen, the leader, a man with a mournful face, said, "The capital has been breached... We... we have no other choice but to flee here, we beg... we beg the Advent Society for protection..."
The man in the white robe, his face contorted with rage, glanced at the dark night and gritted his teeth, saying, "Get in here!"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
The thirteen high-ranking officials of the São Tomé and Príncipe Empire were overjoyed and scrambled through the door.
The man in white robes ordered the protection team of over two hundred people: "You stay outside and guard the area. Anyone who approaches must be killed on sight."
After saying that, he turned around and closed the door again.
A few minutes later, a rocket suddenly appeared in the night.
boom!
The two hundred or so top-level bodyguards surrounding the high-ranking officials didn't even have time to react before they were blown to pieces on the spot.
Surprisingly, the explosion did not cause any damage to Statue Island; not even a scratch was visible on the golden ground.
The joint defense forces also noticed the anomaly and tried launching several more powerful rockets.
In the end, they didn't even manage to blast open the ground.
A reconnaissance team descended from the sky with parachutes and landed on the island of idols to conduct an on-site investigation. They discovered that the entire island was actually made of some kind of super-powerful unknown material.
It looks ordinary, but it actually has extremely strong defensive capabilities.
The reconnaissance team used high-intensity explosives to try and break through several locations, but to no avail.
Upon learning of this, the Joint Defense Forces ordered the reconnaissance team to withdraw and then launched a small hydrogen bomb.
When the mushroom cloud dissipated, the river water around the statue island evaporated, and the riverbed and a large area nearby were completely leveled. But the statue, including the island, remained in its original location.
However, this level of attack is not entirely ineffective.
The drones deployed by the joint defense forces quickly discovered a crack several meters wide beneath the island in a location where the river was no longer providing cover.
The seemingly impregnable Idol Island has finally been breached.
The ground combat squadron immediately took action, fully armed, and surrounded the island of idols, preparing to enter through the crack.
Just then, the mask on the giant statue suddenly opened, and figures in white robes leaped out from inside, falling to the ground like shooting stars.
He jumped from a height of nearly 200 meters.
Such extraordinary physical abilities stunned the Joint Defense Forces.
When more than a thousand white-robed figures wearing golden masks landed, the statue's mask closed again.
"Fire!" At the command of the ground combat squadron commander, a hail of bullets flew toward the man in white.
But after a round of shooting, the white-robed man's robes were riddled with holes; he himself was unharmed.
Immediately afterwards, the white-robed men casually removed their tattered robes, revealing gold and white combat suits. They drew the twin swords slung over their shoulders and charged towards the ground combat squad like lightning...
...
Inside Idol Island.
Thirteen high-ranking members of the Saint-Philippine Empire knelt in a huge room that resembled a palace, trembling with fear.
Before them was a ten-meter-high wall, the entire wall covered with portraits of masked men. Beneath the portraits stood a middle-aged man in a golden robe, holding a golden scepter.
This man was the president of the Holy Empire's Advent Society.
He stroked his scepter, his face grim, and slowly spoke: "You came here without permission, disregarding my orders, directly causing the headquarters' location to be exposed. According to the rules—"
"President! Please spare our lives!" The high-ranking members of the Saint-Philippine Empire hurriedly pleaded.
"We had no other choice but to do this, otherwise... otherwise we would definitely be killed!"
"President! For the past ten years or so, we have diligently followed all your instructions. No matter what the arrangement was, we have done our best! Please forgive us for our contributions. We will continue to rule the empire for you in the future!"
Hearing these words, the president of the Advent Society suddenly smiled.
"Hahahaha! You bunch of idiots! You actually let the monsters we released escape into our territory and destroy the electronic barrier base! Now the São Tomé and Príncipe Empire is gone! Do I still need you to rule the empire for me?!"
The imperial high command was sweating profusely, stammering as they tried to explain.
Before they could even explain themselves, the chairman had already ordered them all to be executed.
Several enforcers of the Advent Society appeared in response, walked up to them, and with a swift stroke of their blades, thirteen heads rolled to the ground.
The chairman was not satisfied with killing these thirteen people, so he ordered the law enforcement officers to chop the corpses into mincemeat.
"It's terrible, guild master!" A subordinate rushed over, stepping directly over the carnage, and exclaimed in horror, "Our men can't hold them off!"
The president's cheeks trembled as he glared and exclaimed, "Those are the strongest genetically modified warriors sent by Lord Ning, a hundred times more powerful than those enhanced humanoid monsters! And yet... we couldn't stop them?!"
The subordinate, wiping away cold sweat, said, "They are indeed formidable, but they can't withstand the combined defense forces' superior numbers, superior weaponry, and fearlessness. I estimate that the outer defenses will be breached before dawn, and our final escort troops inside can only hold out for a few more hours at most! Chairman, you should quickly request reinforcements from Lord Ning!"
"You think I don't want to?" The guild leader paced back and forth anxiously. "I've sent signals requesting the opening of the channel multiple times in the past two days, but... the spacetime channel hasn't opened. What am I supposed to do? We can't open the channel from our side!"
The subordinate's face turned pale. "Is Lord Ning going to abandon us? Perhaps... you could try sending another signal?"
The chairman was at his wit's end, so he turned around and inserted the scepter into a mechanism at the bottom of the mural. He turned the scepter handle, and the entire huge mural lit up.
He knelt down devoutly, clasped his hands together, and prayed continuously to the mural.
Just when he was about to despair completely, a circle of rotating light appeared in the middle of the mural, and he was overjoyed.
They finally opened the passage!
He patiently waited until the entire wall became a huge halo of light, then hurriedly straightened his clothes and, with an extremely respectful expression, went inside…
...
The president of the Advent Society finally met the person he wanted to see.
At this moment, the guild leader, who was above the rulers of the Saint-Philippine Empire, was groveling before Ning Hai like a dog, wagging his tail and begging for mercy, recounting the recent events with snot and tears streaming down his face.
The mask on Ning Hai's face reflected a dazzling golden light, making it impossible to discern his expression.
After listening to what the chairman said, he said calmly, "The speed of China's military development and its leadership and command capabilities have truly surprised me. Judging from the current situation, even if I mobilize all my forces, I don't have a 100% chance of winning."
The president said incredulously, "How is that possible? You not only have advanced weaponry, but also so many genetically modified monsters and super soldiers... How could you not have a chance of winning?"
Ning Hai said, "You don't understand the fighting power and combat skills of China. Let's not even talk about the fact that my military technology is not yet at the level of overwhelming China. Even if their soldiers only have the most backward weapons, they still dare to fight us to the death. And the people of this country have faced countless life-or-death situations in history. Every time they encountered opponents far stronger than them, for thousands of years... the Chinese people have never truly fallen..."
When talking about these things, Ning Hai suddenly felt a long-lost sense of pride.
After all, he was originally a native Chinese.
But he quickly suppressed these emotions. He no longer belonged to any country; he had his own powerful regime under his rule.
And his ultimate adversary is precisely the nation he knows.
This forced him to proceed with caution.
"Even...even you are so afraid of China?" the president blurted out.
"Are you looking for death?" Ning Hai suddenly gave the president a sharp look.
The voice wasn't loud, and the tone didn't show any obvious emotion, but the aura it exuded almost scared the president to death on the spot.
"I'm sorry, Lord Ning! I spoke without thinking, I deserve to die!" The president apologized while slapping himself repeatedly, drawing blood in just a few blows.
“Alright,” Ning Hai said, standing with his hands behind his back and his chin slightly raised. “I must wait until I am absolutely certain before I proceed. When fighting against China, we must not rely on luck or gamble.”
The president coughed up blood and said tearfully, "So you mean you're going to abandon us? What about all our efforts over the past ten years, and all the sacrifices we've made, hoping for your return? What does all of that mean?"
Ning Hai chuckled and said, "Heh, what's the rush? When did I say I was giving up?"
The president paused, then a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes. "You mean..."
"In the time travel project, we have developed a theory of time-space displacement," Ning Hai said slowly as he paced back and forth in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
The president was bewildered. "The theory of spacetime displacement? What does that mean?"
Ning Hai said, "The world I came to is a parallel world to the original world. Not only is the space different, but the era is also different. This is a spacetime misalignment. This means that as long as I master enough high-level technology, I can connect to any point in time in the original world."
The president was still bewildered, his eyes wide open, his face full of question marks.
Ning Hai gave him a look as if he were looking at a gorilla, and continued, "Simply put, it means that I can wait for decades or even centuries before opening the spacetime channel to connect with the original world, while for you in the original world, it may only be a few hours, or even less."
"Ah... I think I understand now," the president pondered for a moment and asked, "If your time travel technology becomes advanced enough to selectively connect with points in time in the original world, does that mean that decades or centuries later, you could choose to return to the original world before China has developed? In that case, wouldn't you be able to wipe out China with a sneeze?!"
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