The Tycoon's Odyssey

Chapter 405 405:Naval Warfare[III]

The bombers soared high above the ocean, their sleek, jet-black forms slicing through the sky like silent predators.

Each was a VX-22 Phantom, the most advanced bomber ever created. Designed by a coalition of nations, these bombers were equipped with stealth technology that rendered them nearly invisible to radar, adaptive thermal shielding to evade heat-seeking detection, and an AI navigation system capable of outmaneuvering any known defense.

These bombers carried the deadliest payload mankind had ever devised.

Secured within their payload lay the Crimson Dawn Mk-III, a next-generation atomic bomb engineered with enhanced fusion capabilities, primed to unleash unprecedented destruction.

Inside the bombers, the payloads were meticulously secured, their matte-black casings etched with ominous warning symbols. Each bomb carried a dual-core detonator, which could initiate fusing hydrogen isotopes to create a chain reaction capable of leveling an area spanning hundreds of kilometers.

Inside the cockpits, the pilots remained calm and resolute, guiding their crafts into position as their targeting systems locked onto Evan's ship below.

As the bombers reached their drop coordinates, the payload bays opened with a low mechanical hum. One by one, the bombs were released, falling silently through the atmosphere like harbingers of doom. The crew aboard Evan's ship watched the sky darken as the massive bombs descended. Aurora's voice broke the tense silence.

[Impact in 30 seconds. Preparing defensive measures.]

On the deck, Evan stood motionless, his expression unreadable. Suddenly, the ship's plasma cores roared to life, bathing the entire vessel with a dazzling brilliance. A cocoon of pure energy erupted outward, encasing the ship in a radiant spherical shield of light.

The bombs slammed into the shield with a thunderous impact, triggering their detonation sequence.

A moment later, the ocean erupted into chaos. The explosion was a spectacle of apocalyptic proportions. The bombs unleashed a fiery shockwave that expanded into a colossal dome, engulfing the surrounding waters in a blinding flash.

Flames and smoke surged, forming a massive mushroom cloud that rose into the sky, its fiery tendrils reaching out like the wrathful hands of a vengeful god.

The air crackled with energy as the explosion's shock wave rippled outward, creating towering waves that surged in every direction. The ocean surface boiled, turning the once-pristine waters into a churning inferno.

Even from miles away, aboard the flagship, Admiral Richard and his crew could feel the aftershock. The windows rattled, and the ship's hull groaned under the pressure of the distant blast.

The crew stood in stunned silence, their faces pale with terror. One officer murmured, "This... this is beyond anything I've ever seen."

Another whispered, "It's like the end of the world."

Richard, his face set in a grim frown, picked up the communicator. "Report. What's the status of the target?"

There was a pause before a voice crackled through the line, trembling with disbelief. "Sir... it's rising up. Something is rising from the flames!"

"What?" Richard barked, his voice tinged with shock. He rushed to the viewing deck, his eyes widening as he saw the impossible.

Evan chuckled. "Only if you lack the skill to execute it. Don't worry—I have no intention of throwing this ship away."

Aurora interrupted, her tone urgent.

[Enemy aircraft detected: two squadrons of F-94 interceptors and four stealth bombers inbound. ETA: 5 minutes.]

Evan's smile faded. "All crew to battle positions. Shields to maximum output. Prepare to engage."

Aurora's voice echoed through the comms. [Enemy aircraft now within range. Engaging auto-defense systems.]

Turrets along the ship's flanks rotated, locking onto the incoming aircraft. Streams of plasma bolts lit the sky, their bright arcs slicing through the clouds. Several interceptors exploded mid-air, their fiery remains raining down into the ocean below. The remaining bombers, however, released their payloads and targeted missile clusters designed to overwhelm defenses.

Evan's ship responded in kind. The shield flared, absorbing the brunt of the attack, but each impact caused visible strain, straining its reserves. The plasma field flickered, shimmering in places as energy reserves dwindled.

[Shields at 40% capacity,] Aurora reported. [We can't sustain this for long.]

Evan's expression hardened. "Initiate counteroffensive. Deploy the railguns."

With a deafening roar, the ship's railguns fired. High-velocity projectiles streaked through the air, tearing through the enemy formation with devastating accuracy. One by one, the bombers fell, their shattered forms spiraling into the ocean.

Aurora's voice carried a hint of triumph. [Enemy air strike neutralized. Remaining forces are retreating to regroup.]

Evan exhaled slowly, his tense posture relaxing. "Good. Now, let's return the favor."

He turned to the crew. "Prepare the ship for an aerial strike. Plasma emitters to full capacity. We're taking the fight to them."

The ship's turbines roared louder, and its thrusters emitted a burst of energy. The vessel accelerated, cutting through the clouds with a speed that defied its massive size. Below, the enemy fleets scrambled to adjust their formations, their movements fracturing as they realized their target was closing in.

Evan's voice was calm but resolute. "Aurora, pinpoint their flagship. Let's make an example."

[Target acquired.] Aurora replied. [USL's command vessel, the Invictus, is positioned at the center of their northern fleet.]

Evan's eyes glinted with determination. "Good. Let's show them the cost of pushing us too far."

The ship's plasma emitters powered up, their glow intensifying as they prepared to unleash a concentrated burst of energy. The air around the ship seemed to hum with anticipation, the crew bracing for the next phase of battle.

As the ship soared toward its target, Evan cast one last glance at the devastation they were leaving behind—a vast, churning sea scarred by humanity's most destructive weapons. For a fleeting moment, his expression softened, a flicker of sorrow crossing his face.

But it vanished in an instant, replaced by steely resolve. He turned to his crew, his voice steady and commanding.