Chapter 555 Heavy Casualties

Wasn't the noise caused by the lighthouse's ground-penetrating bomb?

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

Some harsh noises came from the communicator, making the atmosphere of the quiet conference room reveal a hint of uneasiness.

The eyes of the tactical commander of the Lighthouse Nation became more and more solemn. His fingers were tapping rapidly on the console, and data and images were quickly refreshed on the screen.

"The earth-penetrating bombs launched by your lighthouse country didn't make such a big noise?"

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

"Yes, our earth-penetrating bombs are designed for precise strikes. Although the detonation power is strong, it will never cause such a violent shock."

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

"Then who is making the current noise at the altar?"

For a time, the atmosphere in the conference room became depressing, and everyone's heart was filled with uneasiness and fear.

It’s scary to think about it!

If it wasn't the vibration caused by their earth-penetrating bombs, where did this power come from?

Wang Ju took a deep breath and tried to calm down. He knew that now was not the time to panic. They had to find out the cause quickly. Countermeasures were the key.

"Immediately check the status of all ground-penetrating bombs to confirm whether all warheads have detonated. At the same time, let the reconnaissance team conduct comprehensive monitoring around the altar. I want to know what happened!"

Wang Ju's voice issued a series of orders through the communicator.

The technicians were busy, the data stream was scrolling rapidly on the screen, and the drones of the reconnaissance team also began to gather towards the altar area, preparing for detailed reconnaissance.

Soon, the footage of the reconnaissance team was transmitted back to the command center, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the screen.

What they saw was shocking - the land around the altar began to crack, and deep cracks spread outward like spider webs.

"This is this"

The voice of the lighthouse country's tactical commander was choked with sobs, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

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

Under this conjecture, an ominous premonition arose in everyone's hearts.

If this is the case, then they may be facing not just an altar, but a power far beyond their understanding.

At this moment, the picture on the screen changed, and light began to shine through the cracks. They were so bright that it seemed as if the lava underground was about to erupt.

"I'm going to tell you! All units, evacuate immediately!"

Wang Ju's voice burst out in the communicator. He knew that the most important thing now was to ensure the safety of personnel.

The fighter jets began to quickly take off and evacuate the area that was about to become dangerous.

In the command center, everyone's hearts were filled with doubts and fears. They didn't know what would happen next and could only stare nervously at the altar's next move.

After a while, the tense atmosphere in the command center gradually turned into confusion and confusion.

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

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

As time passed, the cracks around the altar no longer spread, the dazzling light gradually disappeared, and the entire area returned to unprecedented calm.

As if mocking their powerlessness, the altar stood there silently without any change.

Wang Ju frowned, he couldn't understand all this.

They once thought that the altar would have some kind of counterattack, or release a more powerful force.

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

"How is this going?"

There was unconcealable anger and frustration in General Xiong Guo's voice.

“We have used so much force, is this the end?”

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

"Shet, you should have brought more powerful missiles!"

That's what he said, but everyone can guess that no matter how powerful the missile is, it is estimated that it can't do anything to this unfathomable altar.

Is it necessary to use intercontinental missiles?

Or the Tiandi Tongshou missile?

"Perhaps we really underestimate the power of the altar."

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

The atmosphere in the conference room became increasingly heavy, and everyone was thinking about the next action.

But the silence of the altar was like an invisible obstacle, preventing them from starting.

At this moment, the reconnaissance team's drone suddenly sent back new footage.

I saw that the cracks around the altar began to heal, and the lands slowly closed together, as if nothing had happened.

"This is impossible!"

The technical experts from the Lighthouse Country exclaimed.

"Our attack has obviously caused damage, how is it possible?"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wang Ju.

"Don't forget what we're dealing with."

Wang Ju's voice was low.

"The existence of this altar itself is a mystery. We cannot use common sense to judge."

Everyone fell silent, knowing that Wang Ju was telling the truth.

Faced with such an unimaginable phenomenon, their science and force seemed to have lost their effectiveness.

"However, this operation is not considered a failure. At least it did not cause us any damage."

Hearing this, some of the senior executives also had expressions of satisfaction on their faces.

A large number of people here think the same thing: not seeking merit, but seeking no faults.

"Hiss? That's not right, is it too quiet?"

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Why is it so quiet?

Since the noise appeared on the walkie-talkie, they have not received any news from the frontline combatants.

An ominous premonition flashed across Wang Ju's eyes, and his intuition told him that this unusual tranquility was often a sign before a storm came.

"Could it be that?"

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

"Turn the direction of the reconnaissance plane immediately. I want to see the current situation of our combatants!"

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

The picture on the screen began to change, switching from the peaceful scene of the altar to a group of fighter jets in the sky.

However, as the picture came into focus, everyone's breathing seemed to have stopped at that moment.

An extremely horrifying scene appeared - these fighter jets seemed to have changed from three dimensions to two dimensions, and were nailed to the sky motionless like a painting.

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

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

The fighter jets on the screen completely lost their dynamics, and their outlines became flat, as if they were compressed by some invisible force and fixed at a certain point in the sky.