Just as Director Wang was closely watching the fighter jets in the distance, several figures hurriedly rushed towards his position.

They had roughly guessed what Director Wang wanted to do, and their faces were filled with anxiety and confusion.

"Director Wang! You can't do this!"

An old man with silver hair panted as he spoke, his eyes shining with a pleading light.

"There might be secrets of an ancient civilization hidden here, and we haven't thoroughly investigated yet. You're about to destroy precious historical heritage!"

Another middle-aged man followed closely, his tone carrying blame.

Director Wang turned around, his eyes cold as ice, sweeping over the faces of the few men one by one.

"If you obstruct, I will charge you with endangering national defense!"

Director Wang's voice was devoid of any emotion, firm and ruthless.

The few people froze in place, unable to believe that Director Wang would be so resolute.

But Director Wang's gaze made them understand that he was serious.

"Director Wang, you can't act so autocratically!"

The old man's voice trembled, but Director Wang had already turned away, not looking at them again.

Inside, Director Wang was also tormented, but he knew he had no choice.

He didn't know how many people nearby genuinely wanted to help or how many had ulterior motives.

In such a precarious moment, he could only trust his judgment.

If he reported the situation here truthfully...

It would probably be impossible for anyone to agree to destroy the altar.

He took a deep breath, raised his arm, and issued an order into the walkie-talkie in a cold voice.

"Continue execution, no mistakes allowed!"

The voice on the other end of the walkie-talkie responded again, with a firm tone.

"Yes, Director Wang."

The roar of the fighter jets grew louder, and the missiles in the sky were already aimed at the altar below, everything under Director Wang's control.

Those who tried to stop him could only stand helplessly aside, watching as the relics of history were about to turn to ashes.

Especially some experts in the history field, their hearts filled with grief and helplessness, valuing these things immensely!

If there really were gods...

If they were allowed to go back and carefully review relevant literature, they would certainly glimpse, even understand a bit of divine power!

Seeing some people's expressions, Director Wang felt even more certain that he was doing the right thing.

Otherwise, if they were allowed to actively research, who knows what consequences would be triggered?

Director Wang was very aware that in the face of national security, everything else seemed insignificant.

The missiles sliced through the sky, carrying the wail of death and fiery tails, fiercely striking towards the altar.

Several missiles with Mach rings bombarded the altar's position fiercely, with gigantic explosions echoing through the sky, flames shooting up, and smoke instantly blanketing the sky.

Director Wang stood far from the center of the explosion.

Still, he and the people around him felt the ground tremble, the shockwaves from the missiles sending them stumbling.

The expressions of those experts and historians were not only of shock but also an indescribable sense of loss and grief.

Their treasured historical relics vanished before their eyes just like that.

"Did it succeed?"

Someone asked softly, their voice carrying a hint of tremor and uncertainty.

As the smoke slowly dispersed, everyone observing with binoculars was hit by a shocking sight.

The altar... untouched!

Not only was there no sign of destruction, but under the baptism of artillery fire, the entire black altar's patterns became all the more distinct.

The whole altar reflected a ghostly black glow, as if it absorbed all the explosive energy.

Director Wang's face turned pale instantly, he couldn't believe his eyes, this wasn't scientific, it defied logic!

The old man's and other experts' expressions shifted from sorrow to astonishment, then to excitement and ecstasy, looking at each other as if confirming this wasn't an illusion.

This was truly a supernatural phenomenon!

Merely ordinary stones could withstand the power of missiles!

The research value contained was simply immeasurable!

Director Wang's gaze was icy, his fingers tightly pressing the walkie-talkie's button, as if trying to crush it.

At the same time, his voice echoed in the open field, cold and determined.

"Fire again! Increase firepower, expand the strike range!"

The response from the other end of the walkie-talkie was almost drowned out by the fighter jets' roar.

But Director Wang knew his orders had been clearly conveyed.

He believed that as long as the firepower was strong enough, anything indestructible could be destroyed.

All fears, all unknowns, were merely because they had not yet invested enough power!

Under expressions of those old men that looked like they had eaten dirt, Director Wang uttered words they'd never forget for a lifetime.

"If all else fails, then we'll have to give it a heaven-and-earth destruction, damn it, I refuse to believe a few stones can defy the heavens..."

The fighter jets adjusted their posture again, ready to launch another attack.

Perhaps they knew the previous round of firepower had not achieved a good result, or perhaps they too felt pent-up.

This time, they carried missiles with even greater power, and in greater numbers!

The entire sky was enveloped with the impending attack, the air filled with oppression and tension.

With Director Wang giving the order to fire, the missiles, like heaven-sent wrath, poured down onto the altar with destructive intent.

The explosions were even more deafening than before, the light of fire and smoke thicker than before.

This strike left Director Wang and his team, standing far away, with an unprecedented shock.

The ground shook violently, some of the people around Director Wang could no longer stand, either kneeling or lying on the ground, gripping the rocks tightly to avoid being knocked down by the tremor.

...

Hiss?

This time the sound of the shells landing seemed off?

Director Wang clenched the walkie-talkie tightly, his eyes fixed on the direction of the altar as the smoke slowly dissipated.

Although his heart was filled with doubt, there was more of a determination, for he believed his decision was for the greater good.

However, as the smoke gradually dispersed, revealing the altar's true form, everyone was stunned.

Not because the altar was destroyed, but because an eerie black energy slowly rose from the altar, as if it had come alive, consciously spreading out.

This black energy seemed to be searching for something in the smoke.

Its speed was not fast, but everyone could clearly feel its presence, carrying an indescribable sense of oppression.

"Quick, retreat!"

Director Wang's voice trembled for the first time, realizing the situation was completely out of control.

The helicopter pilots also sensed something amiss, trying to increase altitude to escape the area shrouded in black energy.

But just as they prepared to ascend, the black energy, as if it had eyes, suddenly accelerated, rushing directly toward the nearest helicopter.

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