The war begins.

Masato Yasaki loosened his collar. From the screen in the command center, he could see the Dread Emperor and Naraku.

This wave of reconnaissance drones was quite dense, swarming forward all at once.

Someone in the staff was worried that such density could allow Naraku to destroy them all in one sweep.

But Masato Yasaki knew in his heart that Naraku wouldn't do that.

If Naraku's character was as he guessed, Naraku would want an audience watching him crush the others.

If they were sent in singly like before, they might be destroyed; it was better to send them all at once, letting Naraku know they wanted to engage in battle.

Anyway, their movements couldn't be hidden from Naraku, so telling him in advance didn't matter.

Masato Yasaki stared at the screen.

The night was deep, and a crescent moon hung high in the sky, while the Dread Emperor stood quietly on the earth, its towering silhouette exuding a powerful sense of oppression.

Good, it's still just the Dread Emperor and Naraku, no transformation of other monsters yet.

Masato Yasaki swallowed hard and whispered, "Fire all missiles at the Dread Emperor at once!

Send a message to the Treasure Users, prepare for the attack.

As per the agreed formation, three per team, don't group too many together."

Given the Dread Emperor's enormous size, if everyone attacked together, they might be wiped out in one blow.

But they also couldn't spread out too much.

Three per team was the best configuration.

The specific strike targets would be determined based on the results of the first missile wave.

The missiles were launched to hit the Dread Emperor from all angles, to test if there were any weak spots on its body.

Masato Yasaki felt the heavy psychological pressure; humanity's survival hinged on this battle!

...

The wind was very cold tonight, especially on top of the Dread Emperor.

The silver-white fur of the baboon coat swayed slightly in the wind.

Naraku sensed a strange fluctuation and looked up, chuckling softly, "Is this humanity's trump card?

A fine display of fireworks before humanity's end, quite fitting."

In front of him, countless missile trails interwove in the night sky, dazzling and brilliant like fireworks.

So dense it was hard to distinguish what type of missiles they were.

Their speeds varied.

But it was useless.

Naraku's eyes lowered, and the Dread Emperor below immediately swung a tentacle, striking after but arriving before, casually stirring into the missile swarm.

In the dim night, massive fireballs erupted one after another, with the booming roar trailing behind.

Extremely strong gusts of wind swept across the Dread Emperor's surface.

The violent impact turned into a whirlwind, stripping Naraku's baboon coat, revealing a plain white yukata beneath.

Naraku was very thin, with seaweed-like long hair fluttering in the wind.

He no longer wore the Bone-Mask and had taken it off, revealing a handsome face underneath.

The Purple Jewel of the Four Souls hung down Naraku's neck.

With a rumble, many missiles were blown apart mid-air by the tentacles, and some intercontinental missiles exploded upon hitting the Dread Emperor's body.

The missiles were more powerful and destructive than Naraku imagined, but he didn't dodge; a crystalline shield blocked in front of him, keeping the impact and winds at bay.

As for the Dread Emperor's massive body, it looked imposing on the surface, but it indeed had very strong defensive abilities.

Letting the intercontinental missiles hit it.

The smoke and flames obstructed the drone reconnaissance, while the strong winds made the drones shake and even caused the incoming fighter jets to wobble slightly.

The pilot steadied the F22, looking at the intense explosions in front, revealing a hint of excitement, thinking, surely that monster couldn't be completely unscathed?

Like a dark cloud, the smoke dissipated with the swing of the tentacles, allowing the pilot to see the Dread Emperor standing tall, with no visible injuries on that huge body!

"What kind of monster is this!"

The pilot was full of shock, unsurprised that missiles couldn't take it down, but that there wasn't even a drop of blood.

From head to toe, it appeared unharmed, its hardness was simply exaggerated.

Could they really defeat such a monster?

The pilot wasn't sure, only knowing what he should do.

That was to follow the original plan, focusing the attack on Naraku.

The rest was up to the Treasure Users and the Angel Envoys.

In this war, there was little modern technology could do.

...

"So many flies buzzing in the sky, truly an eyesore."

The shield in front of Naraku vanished, as he looked at yet another swarm of dense fighter jets and bombers after the missiles.

A vast number.

The strong currents generated by the jets surged in the air, forming visible ripples with the naked eye.

These ripples spread in the night sky, intertwining with the jet trails, forming a spectacular scene.

But in this world, victory was never determined by numbers.

A single individual suppressing the entire world was entirely possible.

The Dread Emperor's upper half suddenly opened its mouth.

This scene made the pilots immediately realize they needed to dodge.

One by one, the fighter jets quickly dispersed, occasional accidents causing two jets to collide was unavoidable.

Numerous drones also dispersed under the command center's control, avoiding destruction by the Dread Emperor's attacks.

Missiles were useless, and the bombs and fighter jets might not be useful, though they could become crucially effective at pivotal moments.

In any case, ensuring their attack means remained intact wouldn't be wrong.

Flames surged from the Dread Emperor's mouth.

In the next moment, a massive fireball suddenly advanced to the pilot's face, melting the cockpit glass in an instant, with the flames yet to touch the person, the high temperature already setting the pilot ablaze.