People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 181: Honor and Curse

Qi Yan's mumbling received no response.

He raised his leg and kicked Patton's fat body away, allowing Patton to foam at the distance, and then controlled the prison to change direction, aiming directly at the city of Tremont.

After a little thought, Qi Yan picked up the microphone again and turned on the broadcast.

This time he didn't provide himself with BGM, but just honestly released a statement:

"Good morning, good afternoon, and good night to all my friends in Colombia. Please don't panic. I am here just to see a friend.

Ms. Kristen, I am on my way to your Rhine Life headquarters. Please prepare the best tea for me, thank you."

After setting this declaration to repeat, Qi Yan stopped paying attention to Columbia's reaction and began to seriously drive the prison that was about to fall apart.

On the other side, the Colombian military led by Blake was in chaos.

They couldn't help but feel nervous, because all signs proved that a god had descended into their country.

Judging from the other party's behavior, Blake would not be naive enough to think that the other party had any good intentions.

"Immediately mobilize all troops and the strongest firepower weapons, lock onto the enemy's route, and be ready to cover with firepower at any time!"

"Submit an application to the President, Columbia enters Level 1 combat readiness status!"

Orders came down from Blake's mouth one after another, and the Colombian army began to work at full capacity like a precision instrument.

At this time, a soldier ran up to Blake and reported:

"Sir, we have locked onto the enemy's route and they are heading towards Tremont where we are.

In addition, we have captured another broadcast from the other side. After analyzing the wave frequency, it seems to be some kind of declaration this time, rather than a sonic weapon. Do you choose to receive it?"

Blake's scalp exploded as he recalled the mental torture again.

He nodded reluctantly: "Received!"

As soon as Blake finished speaking, everyone found something to cover their ears, leaving only Blake and the operator.

Blake watched the operator press the receive button, and a thin layer of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

Fortunately, this time it was really just a simple declaration.

Blake's expression relaxed a little, then returned to solemnity again:

"Connect me to Rhine Life's communication immediately!"

A moment later, the communication terminal was delivered to Blake. He picked up the terminal and tried his best to suppress his anger, and asked:

"Ms. Christen, I know you are an elite talent in Columbia's scientific research community, and I have always respected your contribution to Columbia, but this time, you must give us an explanation!"

A calm female voice came from the terminal: "Let's talk about it after I survive."

As soon as he finished speaking, a busy tone came from the terminal.

Blake's eyes slightly opened. He didn't expect that the other party, who was just a social elite with some fame in the scientific research community, would dare to hang up on his military call.

Just as Blake was trying to suppress his anger, another soldier came rushing over:

"Sir, this is Vice President Jackson calling."

Another terminal was handed to Blake.

He quickly sorted out his emotions, raised his hand and picked up the terminal: "Mr. Jackson, this is Blake, go ahead."

"I already know what happened, Blake. You reacted quickly, but please stay calm and don't take the initiative to attack Mansfield Prison."

An old voice came from the terminal, speaking slowly and calmly, which made Blake's face change slightly.

Blake understood that Jackson's call was intended to make him give up resistance and allow the god who hijacked the prison to move freely in Colombia.

"Sir, I don't understand. The other party has come right in front of us and caused trouble." Blake said in a deep voice.

"The other party is a god."

"So what if it's a god?" Blake's voice rose a few notches unconsciously. "We do need to be wary of that kind of super-power, but we are not completely powerless to resist. If we allow Him to do whatever He wants on the land of Columbia..."

"Blake, calm down."

Jackson suddenly interrupted Blake's speech and said, "I repeat again, the other party is a god.

Perhaps it was the success of the Yan State in killing gods a thousand years ago that pulled the gods down from the altar, causing the people of this land to have less awe of the gods.

But please remember that the tragic situation after the Yan Kingdom killed the gods was not just the "corpses lying for thousands of miles and blood flowing like a river" recorded in history books, but the fact that it has not been able to fully recover for thousands of years, and the undeniable weakening of national strength. "

Blake's facial muscles were tense and his teeth were chattering.

He had his own pride in his heart, and he could not turn a blind eye when a strange god came to trample on the dignity of Colombia.

Jackson at the terminal seemed to have anticipated Blake's reaction and continued:

“The coming of God to Colombia will not bring shame to Colombia. Do you really want to provoke God for the sake of illusory dignity?

Then you must be prepared, prepared that all the soldiers in front of you will be trampled into mud by the gods, the earth will be turned into scorched earth, and the city will be reduced to ruins.

Your body will fall to the bottom of the abyss dug by the gods, and the strong wind he stirs up will send your head to a dead tree several kilometers away. You will hang on the branches, your pupils will gradually dilate, and the last scene you see in your life is the gods slowly turning around and moving towards the next city.

Colombia's counterattack will leave tiny wounds on the body of the god, and each wound represents the sacrifice of thousands of soldiers.

When the wounds accumulate to a certain extent, even the gods will be defeated. I also believe in Columbia's strength. God is not invincible... but Columbia cannot stop God from leaving.

A hundred years later, or even a thousand years later, when His injuries have healed, He will come again, bringing a new round of death to Columbia."

The future described by Jackson made Blake feel suffocated.

Inside the terminal, Jackson's voice seemed to be a cold wind from a distant sky, blowing into Blake's heart:

"Killing a god is an honor, but also a curse. Don't let Columbia become the next Yan Country."

The communication was disconnected again.

Jackson seemed to have really put the choice entirely in Blake's hands, without asking Blake what he was thinking at the moment.

Blake's face was a little distorted, and he could no longer keep calm. Even his breathing became a little rapid.

Just when Blake was in a dilemma, a soldier beside him suddenly reported in a low voice:

"Sir, Mansfield Prison took the initiative to turn and avoid a village on the wilderness."

Blake turned his head and looked at him. There seemed to be something terrifying in his eyes, which made the soldier dare not look directly at him and lowered his head quietly.

Blake could tell why the soldier was so eager to report the news.

He wanted to tell himself that the god was not murderous and might not even be malicious.

He wanted to tell himself not to go to war with the gods.

Blake suddenly asked, "Has the prison stopped?"

"……No."

The soldier's voice trailed off.

"Then be extremely alert and keep a close eye on the enemy's movements." Blake closed his eyes in pain, "Notify everyone and have the entire army stand by."

"Yes!"

The soldier was shocked and quickly turned around to pass on Blake's order.

Blake opened his eyes and turned to look at the picture sent back by the reconnaissance plane. On the screen, Mansfield Prison looked like a scarred but unstoppable beast, crushing everything and moving steadily towards the direction of Tremont City.

In front of the screen, Blake was like a statue, staring at everything blankly.

In the upper left corner of the screen, a countdown was ticking away. That was the time military data experts had estimated that Mansfield Prison and Tremont would collide.

Countdown to impact, thirteen hours.