Meanwhile, as Chen Shouyi and Song Tingting were chatting.

At an airport in a military base in the Capital City, a combat formation consisting of three old bombers fully loaded with fuel and twelve old fighter jets roared into the sky one after another, heading to a Southeast Asian country to carry out a special mission.

Inside one of the bombers:

"Flight altitude 10,000 meters, speed 0.6 Mach, expected to arrive in three hours," said the co-pilot.

"The weather is good, landmarks are clear, no deviation from the course, everything is normal!" said the first navigator.

A bomber is not a civilian aircraft; there are a total of six crew members.

Besides the captain and co-pilot, there are the first and second navigators, and the first and second gunners.

Of course, the crew of the most advanced bombers of Great Xia Country has been reduced to four people long ago.

However, this bomber, belonging to a relic from the 1970s, had been retired for over twenty years and was only brought back from storage after the anomaly.

After extensive modifications, such as replacing the original low-pressure engines with turbocharged ones, removing various electronic instruments and communication equipment, and installing various mechanical instruments, it took to the skies once more.

The operation is more complex, requiring more personnel.

Nowadays, all planes are generally like this.

Except for the fact they all use jet engines, technically, they are not much different from early World War II planes.

Naturally, planes also lack satellite navigation, everything relies on visual estimation and the personal judgment of the navigators, fortunately, there are high-definition military maps for comparison, so there's no worry of getting lost.

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat silent.

Only the enormous noise of the engines buzzes in the cabin.

Everyone knows what they are going to do?

This time, going to Southeast Asia is to conduct nuclear deterrence against the God of Order, opening a second front.

If the Barbarian God appears, at the very least, they can use its power in advance to shift its focus to Southeast Asia, reducing the resistance of the war in East Sea Province. If this Barbarian God is deterred by nuclear weapons and hesitates to appear, they could even negotiate to compel the Barbarian God's appendages to withdraw from Great Xia Country, reducing casualties in the war.

To some extent, this kind of Barbarian God with a base in a foreign country is actually easier to deal with for Great Xia Country, at least there's no need to be overly cautious and the decision-makers at the top won't bear immense political pressure, while those executing the mission can also reduce psychological stress.

Soon, beneath the fuselage was the calm sea surface, with sunlight reflecting upon it in a golden glow, and occasionally, scattered small islands dotted in between.

A solitary warship drifted on the sea surface.

"It's a Type 053C missile destroyer!" the navigator said in a deep voice, retracting the binoculars.

After the anomaly, warships lost power, and many warships carrying out tasks at sea turned into ghost ships drifting aimlessly.

"I wonder if anyone is still alive, it's been a year!" the gunner said.

"There must be people alive!" the captain said, "Mark the location. If we return safely, we'll report this situation."

The navigator quickly took out a map and carefully marked it.

The flight proceeded smoothly without drawing any attention, occasionally encountering a few dangerous birds from another world attempting to cross over, which were preemptively driven away by the escorting fighter jets using their aircraft guns.

After an hour and a half, the silhouette of small islands surrounding the target came into view.

The flight formation immediately ascended to a higher altitude.

...

At this moment, it was just noon.

In the largest city of a Southeast Asian country, sunshine enveloped the scene, with scales of white clouds hanging high in the sky.

Here, Barbarian Gods and humans coexisted, in a realm of orderly peace.

A robust Barbarian sat on a fearsome beast from another world, strolling down the street. Seeing the surrounding pedestrians giving way, a trace of pride appeared on the Barbarian's face.

This was their newly conquered world, these lowly and weak races, if it weren't for the Church's restraint, would merely be the best slaves.

They should be suffering and wailing under the lash, not basking in the glory of the great God of Order like them.

The God of Order is indeed too merciful.

Of course, this was just a fleeting thought in his mind, he dared not question the God's decisions.

Even if it was merely in his mind.

"Honorable sir, is this your first time on Earth? Do you need a guide?" A short Southeast Asian guy approached, speaking with a sycophant smile in the common tongue: "Just one hundred pesos."

The Barbarian shot him a disdainful glance and couldn't help but ask: "How did you know?"

"No gentry here would wear beast skins!"

The Barbarian glanced down at the beast skin of a transcendent creature wrapped around him, his eyes flashing with a hint of anger: "This is a warrior's glory, it ensures my safety, unlike the flimsy and showy lowly linen on you humans."

The Southeast Asian was so frightened that he knelt down, repeatedly kowtowing, regretting his loose tongue.

Barbarians were truly capable of killing, and killing a civilian would only incur a small fine, often ending without consequence. He wasn't a human priest or a martial artist, just a low-level civilian with no one to stand up for him.

The Barbarian finally remembered that he did indeed need a guide; this city was too vast, and he would never find his way relying solely on himself. He contained his anger and said calmly:

"Get up, I've heard there are fine weapons here, especially the 'bow'. Take me to see it!"

These lowly races still have their virtues, for instance, their ability to craft sharp and lightweight weapons and all sorts of ingenious, eye-catching adornments. Of course, as a pure warrior, he had no interest in the latter.

"Yes, yes, honorable sir." The Southeast Asian quickly stood up, scared to the point of exhaustion, with a patch of sweat dampening his back.

From then on, he dared not utter another word.

The two passed by a square, where a huge and vividly lifelike divine statue stood in the center, solemnly overlooking the land.

Many humans were kneeling under the statue, praying, the atmosphere solemn and respectful.

Upon seeing this, the Barbarian quickly dismounted from the war beast, prostrating on the ground and praying softly.

As for the human guide beside him, he appeared even more pious.

The same faith gave him a somewhat improved view of these lowly humans; he decided in his heart not to withhold the guide's reward later on.

As he was pondering this, a sharp whistling sound suddenly came from overhead.

He raised his head blankly to the sky and saw a dark spot falling from a high altitude, the sound growing louder and louder.

In the square, the previously praying people began to scream, scattering like headless flies, babbling in languages he couldn't understand.

Watching all this, a strong sense of fear surged within him, as if doomsday had arrived.

"What's happening?"

The next moment, an unspeakable light engulfed him instantly.

ps: Sorry, I'm feeling a bit drowsy today, only one chapter, going to sleep early, not pulling an all-nighter.

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