sinovels Chapter 216 God of Calamity
Chapter 216 God of Calamity
"Next time... we'll be the ones kneeling..."
As Carter finished speaking, the huge conference room fell silent.
Brandon, on the other hand, remained calm. After finishing his report, he turned around, returned to his seat, and took a sip of water from the glass on the table.
His movements were natural, his thoughts were clear, but there was not much sadness.
It was as if whatever fate the United States might face next had nothing to do with him.
At that moment, he believed he was simply doing his job; as for anything else…
None of it matters!
……
Just as tensions were rising on the American side...
The advance investigation team dispatched by the Italian government was the first to arrive at the Vatican ruins.
Following closely behind was a joint expedition team from the Gallic countries, the Germanic countries, and the Spanish countries.
Then came the intelligence assessment team sent separately by the United States.
In less than ten hours, people from six different countries set foot on this land that was once the most sacred in the world.
However, when these people saw the situation in the Vatican, they all fell silent.
The captain of the Italian advance team was named Marco, a colonel in the Italian Armed Forces.
He first saw the devastation in the Vatican from a military helicopter.
When the helicopter flew over the border of Rome and entered the airspace above the Vatican, the five officers who had been discussing the operation plan inside the cabin all showed expressions of shock.
No one speaks.
Because everything beneath their feet was beyond the scope of what language could describe.
St. Peter's Basilica... is gone.
The Sistine Chapel... is gone.
The Vatican Museums... are gone.
The Apostle Palace... is gone.
It can be said that everything in the Vatican is gone.
Instead, it was replaced by ruins and rubble.
Gravel, fractured foundations, and twisted reinforced concrete covered every inch of the land in this area.
The entire surface looked as if it had been repeatedly kneaded by a giant hand, making it impossible to discern the original outline of the building complex.
Of course, the most striking feature is the giant crater located in the center of the Vatican.
As the helicopter hovered above the crater, Marco glanced down.
The bottom of the pit was charred black, as if it had been hit by a meteorite.
On the pit walls, layers of fractured strata, like tree rings, were exposed to the air.
Two thousand years of accumulated wisdom of the Vatican have been torn apart just like that?
No one could believe that such a thing could actually happen.
They were not lamenting for the Vatican, but simply for this two-thousand-year-old land before them.
Of course, there's also the accumulation of the Papacy over two thousand years...
"Sir..."
Just then, his adjutant beside him came to his senses. "This...is this really done by someone?"
Marco did not answer.
Although he didn't want to believe it, it was man-made...
Moreover, that person also possessed the ability to wipe a small city-state off the face of the earth.
As everyone was still in shock, the helicopter slowly landed.
Marco, regaining his senses, was the first to jump off the plane, stepping on the gravel to stop at the edge of the pit.
The wind blew up from the bottom of the pit, carrying a damp smell mixed with the scent of mud and lime.
He crouched down and picked up a piece of gravel.
The surface of the gravel is covered with cracks, and it will break into smaller pieces with just a little force.
"What a terrifying monster."
Marco was referring to Li Fanan. He stood up and threw the rubble into the pit.
The stone bounced against the pit wall a few times before the sound of it hitting the ground was heard a long time later.
"Major, we've found something!"
Just then, a soldier ran out of the ruins on the east side, holding a piece of metal fragment in his hand.
Marco took it and saw that it was the emblem of the Holy Templar Knights, but it was deformed, though the cross pattern on it was still faintly discernible.
"Where did you find it?"
"In the collapsed area on the east side, about three meters underground, there are a lot of similar debris nearby, as if some kind of underground facility was completely overturned."
Marco held the badge in his hand and remained silent for a long time.
At this time, inspection teams from other countries also arrived one after another.
The head of the Gallic expedition was an old man with gray hair named Pierre, who had served as an academician of the Gallic National Academy of Sciences.
As soon as he got off the helicopter, he grabbed his equipment and ran around the ground. After measuring for twenty minutes, his face turned extremely pale.
"The concentration of residual energy in the soil far exceeds the safety threshold."
Pierre stood at the edge of the pit, looking at the data readings in his hand.
"Moreover, the waveforms of these residual energies... are not in any of our existing databases."
"A new type of energy?" The representative from the Germanic country leaned over to look.
"It's not new," Pierre shook his head. "It's unknown. Completely unknown. We can't even classify it."
The representatives from various countries present looked at each other in bewilderment.
The head of the intelligence assessment team from the United States of America adjusted his glasses, took out a tablet, and pulled up the disaster video that had been circulating online.
In the video, blizzards and torrential rain fall from the same sky, while hail and gale-force winds rage simultaneously, shrouding the entire Vatican in a dark, apocalyptic scene.
He paused the image on a single frame.
That was the most intense moment of the disaster; a blurry human figure could be vaguely seen in the center of the crater in the footage.
"Gentlemen," he looked up, "I think you all now fully understand just how terrifying that guy is, right?"
Upon hearing his words, everyone immediately pictured Lin Fan's young face.
now,
Lin Fan, the walking calamity, was no secret to them.
The Vatican, too, is well aware of why things are this way.
However, while it's clear that things are clear, letting them go unchecked is another matter entirely!
Marco stood at the edge of the pit, his gaze stretching beyond the ruins into the distance.
The walls of the Vatican no longer exist, and the view extends all the way to the skyline of Rome.
A two-thousand-year-old empire of faith has now vanished without a single intact wall.
And the person who caused all of this...
They've already left.
"Major,"
The adjutant walked up to him and lowered his voice,
Headquarters called, demanding that we withdraw immediately.
Why?
"The higher-ups said... that the United States has sent a note demanding that all countries' survey teams withdraw from the Vatican ruins area within 48 hours."
"What's the reason?"
"They say the area has been included in the 'international security control zone,' and entry is prohibited without authorization."
Marco gave a cold laugh.
International security control?
To put it bluntly, the United States wants to monopolize everything else here.
But the problem is... what's left here?
Of course, whatever is left here is irrelevant to them at this moment.
He was just an investigator and had no say in the decisions made by higher-ups.
He took one last look at the bottomless pit, then turned and walked toward the helicopter.
After taking two steps, he suddenly stopped.
"I have a question for you."
"Please speak."
Do you believe in God?
The adjutant was taken aback: "...I used to believe it."
"And now?"
The adjutant glanced at the surrounding ruins and remained silent for a few seconds.
"Now...it's uncertain."
Marco didn't say anything more and strode towards the helicopter.
Yes!
If there truly is a God in this world, how could He allow His holy land to be so ravaged?
The propellers spun, and the airflow whipped up clouds of dust and snow.
The moment the helicopter took off, Marco looked down through the porthole.
In the center of the gray-white ruins, the giant crater resembles an open eye of the earth, silently gazing at the sky.
He suddenly thought of the young man named Lin Fan.
If we say,
If God truly exists in this world...
That must be this young man, a walking god of calamity!