strictlysupreme Chapter 910
Chapter 910
The air inside the bunker seemed to freeze.
The holographic screen that had recorded the parameters of the previous "Mysterious Whale" experiment, which had excited the three of them, was now faithfully broadcasting a high-definition close-up of the distant glass pit—
At the bottom of the pit, the pool of molten steel was still slowly flowing, like the blood of hell.
The intense heat enhanced the scene, making it all seem so unreal.
A long, suffocating silence.
Che Guevara was the first to regain his mobility.
His iron will allowed him to regain some composure from the divinely ordeal faster than his companions.
He didn't look at the screen, but instead turned his stiff neck and slowly moved towards Fang Yu.
His movements were like those of a rusty robot, each step accompanied by the faint sound of bones grinding together.
"Dean Fang, what... what is this... weapon?"
His voice was no longer sharp; instead, it was as dry as sand in the desert, and every word was spoken with extraordinary difficulty.
Castro was startled awake by Guevara's voice. He sprang up from the wall and rushed over without even picking up the broken cigar from the ground.
Allende struggled on the ground for a few moments before swaying and getting back to his feet, following behind the two men, his face completely drained of color.
Is it the scepter of God? Or the lightning bolt of Zeus?
Castro grabbed Fang Yu's arm, unaware of how strong he was, but Fang Yu didn't even flinch.
"No... tell me, Comrade Fang. My friend, tell me, what exactly is that?"
Fang Yu looked at the three of them calmly. He didn't answer, but simply took back the arm that Castor had been squeezing so hard it was burning.
Then he reached out and took the handheld terminal from before, bringing up a completely new interface.
A three-dimensional model of azure Earth appeared on the void projection in front of everyone.
Strands of crisscrossing golden lines covered the Earth's surface like a spider web.
At the intersection of these fine golden lines, there are twelve slowly moving, shimmering silver highlights.
"We Chinese people do not believe in God or Zeus. We only believe that human will can overcome nature."
Fang Yu's voice rang out in the bunker, calm and clear.
"So it's not as mysterious as you think. Its principle is actually very simple."
He pointed to the silver dot in the sky, which was located above the Earth's equator, directly above the South American continent.
"The code name for this weapon is 'Xingtian'."
"It is not launched from the ground, but is a space-based kinetic strike weapon, or more simply, a low-Earth orbit weapon."
As he narrated, the image zoomed in, and the silver spot transformed into a colossal object brimming with industrial aesthetics and a futuristic style.
Its main body is a giant track that is hundreds of meters long, with complex capacitor arrays and heat sinks on both sides of the track.
Its rear end is connected to a space station structure resembling a polygonal honeycomb, covered with solar panels.
"Currently, we have launched and assembled twelve 'Xingtian' space stations, which are distributed in different low Earth orbits, forming a global strike network."
"The one you see here is our third station, which is deployed in equatorial geostationary orbit."
Fang Yu operated the control panel, and a perspective view of the 'Xingtian' space station was displayed on the holographic image.
As everyone could see, at its core, like a magazine, were stored hundreds of black, slender, cone-shaped metal rods.
"And this is what hit the tank just now."
Fang Yu enlarged a model of a metal rod and showed it to everyone.
It was about six meters long and only twenty centimeters in diameter, but a line of parameters marked at the bottom of the screen caused the three people's pupils to contract again—
Material: High-density tungsten alloy;
Weight: 8.2 tons.
"This is the 'Xingtian' ammunition—a tungsten steel kinetic energy penetrating projectile. It contains no explosives and no complex guidance system."
"It's just a precision-machined, heavy, and sturdy metal rod."
"After receiving commands from the ground, the 'Xingtian' system will automatically select a tungsten rod projectile and load it into the electromagnetic acceleration orbit located at the front of the space station. Then,"
Fang Yu paused for a moment and looked at the three of them.
"By instantaneously releasing a massive current of up to one billion kilowatts, a powerful Lorentz force is generated within the orbit, accelerating this 8.2-ton tungsten rod from relative rest to..."
He held up three fingers.
"Mach 30 and above".
"Mach 30...Mach 30..."
Allende murmured the number repeatedly.
As a doctor, he had some basic knowledge of physics, and this speed was beyond his comprehension.
Fang Yu nodded, as if he were stating an ordinary number.
"Yes, that is, a speed of more than ten kilometers per second. When it falls from a low Earth orbit hundreds of kilometers away at this speed, according to the kinetic energy formula E=1/2mv...the energy it contains theoretically exceeds that of the mushroom bomb that the United States dropped on Hiroshima during World War II."
"But it is fundamentally different from a mushroom bomb."
Fang Yu switched the image, and the screen began playing a slow-motion simulation of the attack that had just occurred.
As everyone could see, the black tungsten rod became incandescent and white due to intense friction with the air as it approached the ground, forming a plasma sheath. This was the origin of the "blue beam of light" they had just seen.
"Its energy release is extremely concentrated. Unlike a mushroom bomb, it does not produce widespread nuclear radiation, shock waves, and light radiation pollution."
"The killing principle of 'Xingtian' is very simple: it is purely kinetic energy impact."
"You can think of it as a meteorite falling from the sky at a speed tens of thousands of times faster."
In the animation, the tungsten rod penetrated the tank's armor without any resistance, just like a hot knife cutting through butter.
At the moment of impact, the unparalleled kinetic energy and pressure caused the material at the point of impact and in the surrounding area, whether it was the tungsten rod itself or the tank armor, to be instantly heated to a temperature of millions of degrees Celsius, directly changing from a solid state to a plasma state.
"What you see as 'melting' is actually vaporization and plasmaization."
"The temperature at the point of impact from that attack was even higher than that of the sun's surface."
"Theoretically, there is no known material on Earth that can withstand this even for a moment."
"This...this is hardly a weapon..."
Castro's lips were dry, and he struggled to find his voice.
"This is simply... God's scepter."
He thought of those myths and legends where gods could wipe out a city with just a flick of their finger.
What's the difference between this and what he just saw?
"Compared to its power, I think that Xingtian's advantages are more troublesome for our enemies."
Fang Yu spoke calmly as he scrolled through the tablet in his hand, displaying a list of parameters.
"First, the strike range: global. The network of twelve 'Xingtian' space stations can carry out indiscriminate strikes on any corner of the Earth's surface within five minutes of receiving an order."
"Second, strike accuracy: centimeter level. The tungsten rod can be finely adjusted by the vector attitude engine at the tail during reentry into the atmosphere."
"As long as you can provide the precise coordinates, we can guarantee that it will hit the window you want to shoot at precisely, not the one next to it."
"Third, the cost of launching it is extremely low. You might think that launching such a rod would require a huge amount of energy, but in reality, the nuclear fusion reactor on the space station (which is also one of our 'small achievements') can provide a continuous source of energy, while the solar panels are responsible for routine maintenance."
"As for the warhead itself, it is just a tungsten steel rod, and its cost is even cheaper than that of an ordinary cruise missile."
"Fourth, it is undefendable. To date, no known defense system has been able to intercept an inanimate object hurtling toward the ground at Mach 30."
"No radar could effectively lock onto it before it landed, and all anti-aircraft missiles were like toddlers learning to walk in front of it."
"Fifth, and most importantly, it's about all-weather, all-around attack."
Fang Yu's voice finally carried a hint of coldness.
"It doesn't need fighter jets to take off, nor does it need missile silos. It hangs forever in the starry sky above every enemy, quietly awaiting orders."
"Whether it is day or night, sunny or rainy, it gives the enemy a destructive deterrent that is omnipresent and can strike at any time."
"It is a psychological weapon, which is more terrifying than its physical destructive power."
Inside the bunker, a long silence fell once again.
Castro, Guevara, Allende.
These three revolutionary leaders, who had stirred up a storm on the South American continent, stood there dumbfounded.
They looked up together, peering through the thick bulletproof glass at the unreal, azure sky outside.
They knew they couldn't see anything in the sky.
But they could almost sense that in the distant, dark depths of the universe, beyond the reach of human vision, twelve pairs of cold and ruthless eyes were looking down upon this blue planet, watching over all the struggles and conflicts of the beings on it.
Those are the dragon's eyes.
Castro thought of the fleets the US had deployed around Cuba, and their seemingly invincible carrier battle groups.
In the face of "Xingtian", what difference is there between these steel behemoths swimming on the sea and a plastic model placed on a sand table?
All you need to do is provide the coordinates, press a button, and those colossal objects that once suffocated and filled them with despair will transform into a dazzling burst of fireworks over the sea in the next second.
Guevara thought even further ahead.
He thought of the Pentagon, the Kremlin, and those centers of power that determine the fate of hundreds of millions of people.
Under the gaze of Xingtian, any sturdy fortress is rendered useless.
The rules of war have been completely rewritten.
This is no longer a confrontation between nations, but a dimensional attack by a civilization that has mastered "divine power" on all other civilizations still struggling in the mortal realm.
"Comrade Fang..."
Allende's voice trembled as he leaned against the wall, barely managing to support himself.
"Showing us weapons like this...does it mean...you're planning to...provide them to us as well?"
As soon as he asked the question, Castro and Guevara snapped back to reality and turned to look at Fang Yu, their eyes filled with a complex mix of fear and intense longing.
If only I could possess this power...
However, this time, Fang Yu slowly shook his head.