A deafening roar, like a supernova explosion, made everyone's eardrums ache, and even the steel mountain that was Xiling Base trembled violently.
Powerful electromagnetic waves rippled rapidly through the air from the pulse cannon, producing a muffled hum.
The sound was not only loud, but also had a strong penetrating power, easily passing through the clouds and spreading rapidly in all directions.
Accompanied by a beam of electromagnetic pulse and high-energy particle beam, the specially designed pulse projectile is instantly accelerated to its limit.
The pulse projectile roared toward its distant target, trailing a long, translucent energy beam like the tail of a comet.
Wherever the light streaked across, the air seemed to be ignited, instantly ionized, and crackled with a sound like countless firecrackers exploding at the same time.
The trail of energy light miraculously condensed in the air and lingered for a long time.
Most astonishingly, even the thick, dark clouds overhead were torn apart by this force, leaving a crack.
A rare ray of sunlight, like a golden waterfall, cascaded down from the crack.
"That's...the sun?"
Ma Hao stood frozen in front of the tempered glass of the control room, staring blankly at the sunlight in the sky, muttering to himself, his eyes filled with shock.
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle—"
A high-frequency electrical hum suddenly exploded in everyone's ears in the control room, and the only lit monitoring screen suddenly started displaying static.
"EMP interference!" the technician shouted. "Switch to the backup channel!"
Everyone frantically carried out a series of operations.
However, all the screens in front of me remained completely black, and even the only lit image, a static-like one, began to distort and become unrecognizable.
But in the Fire-Speaker camp, destruction had only just begun.
At this moment, the Fire Speakers' camp was filled with a cacophony of noise.
Nearly half of the tribesmen were gathered around the huge bonfire in a frenzy, their bodies flailing wildly and their faces contorted with fanaticism.
An old man with a wrinkled face, dressed in tattered animal skins, suddenly widened his eyes, raised his cane, and shouted:
"Offer tribute—!"
Four Fire-Speaker tribesmen emerged from the back of the crowd, carrying a person whose limbs were bound, and slowly walked to the fire.
The bound person was covered in various greases and kept struggling and trying to call for help.
"Put it down!" The old man put down his cane.
Then, the man was thrown alive into the raging fire.
A sudden, piercing and tragic wail rang out, sending chills down one's spine.
A crackling sound came from the fire, indistinguishable whether it was from people burning in the flames or from heavy rain falling on the fire.
Accompanied by screams, the Fire Speakers seemed to hear a divine response, their expressions growing increasingly excited, their dancing becoming more and more energetic, completely descending into a state of frenzy.
Offering a living person as a sacrifice to their Fire-Speaking God is a long-standing and essential ritual of justice in their tradition.
In their understanding, after a successful sacrifice, the Fire-Speaking God would bless them so that their next raid would be successful and they could bring back new offerings.
The man's struggles in the fire grew weaker and weaker until he finally fell silent.
At the same time, a strange, eerie wind suddenly blew up without warning.
The flames, stirred by the eerie wind, suddenly burned even more fiercely, their blazing light illuminating the fanatical and ferocious faces of the surrounding tribesmen.
The old man, dressed in tattered animal skins, suddenly widened his eyes, his gaze flashing with fanaticism, and shouted in a trembling, hoarse voice:
"God has appeared! God has appeared!"
Upon hearing the priest's shouts, the other tribespeople nearby immediately beamed with smiles, as if they had received divine protection.
The tribespeople were immersed in joy and immediately began to distribute the supplies they had looted a few days earlier, unaware that annihilation was about to befall them.
Suddenly, a young Fire Speaker wearing a skull looked up and saw an extremely bright light shining on the horizon.
He blinked only once, and the starlight-like light arrived in an instant, incredibly fast.
In an instant, the pulse cannonball, containing earth-shattering power, crashed down!
The moment the pulse cannonball hit the ground, it pierced through the surface and penetrated underground, just like easily piercing through a piece of paper.
A huge hole appeared in the ground instantly, swallowing up all the surrounding rainwater.
Intense light accompanied by a violent surge of electricity raged at the cave entrance, and countless tiny arcs of electricity burst forth in the air.
Time seemed to be stretched into countless still moments.
The last thing the young Fire Speaker wearing the skull saw was a blue-white halo expanding outwards from the cave.
A giant mushroom cloud rose from the ground, blotting out the sky.
It instantly enveloped the entire Fire Speaker camp, reaping lives.
Then, a beam of dark blue light shot straight into the sky.
Within the light, the figures of the Fire-Speaking People quickly became blurred.
Their eyeballs boiled and burst inside their sockets, their teeth were vaporized by the high temperature and ejected, and their bones were clearly visible as if through X-ray.
Outside the camp, a Fire Speaker attempting to escape into the water had just taken a step when the metal ornament on his chest began to melt, and his entire body transformed into a burning skeleton.
Before they could utter a sound, they were completely engulfed by the powerful energy and instantly turned into dust.
Everything was instantly electrolyzed under the combined effects of the explosion and the strong electromagnetic field.
Like sand, it disintegrates into the most basic particles, scattering into flesh and blood pixels.
The ground in the entire area began to exhibit a strange fluid state, with metallic minerals in the soil melting into a scalding slurry in the electromagnetic eddy currents.
The Fire-Speaking Clan vanished instantly, as if they had never existed, leaving only a depression and deathly silence.
The shockwave from the explosion spread rapidly along with the earthquake.
The bomb squad, which hadn't yet reached the Fire Speakers' camp, was thrown dozens of meters away by the powerful shockwave.
The team members were covered in dust and dirt, their bodies were covered in wounds, and they struggled to their feet with blood streaming from their noses.
They looked in the direction of the explosion, their eyes filled with fear and relief. Fortunately, they arrived relatively slowly; otherwise, even if they hadn't been killed by the explosion, they would have been killed by the aftershocks of the pulse cannon.
The bomb squad didn't dare to linger after standing up. They immediately turned around and ran back. They weren't worried about the task Ma Hao had given them.
Because they knew in their hearts: there were no survivors among the Fire-Speaking Clan!
Only then did the power supply to the Xiling base return to normal.
"Whoosh—"
Countless lights came on again, the screens in the control room resumed displaying their images, and all kinds of instruments and equipment started operating again.
"Report to the commander! Camera No. 3 is back in operation!" the technician suddenly shouted excitedly.
"Cut it quickly."
Ma Hao hurriedly turned around and urged him, his eyes revealing eagerness and anticipation.
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