Holy Necromancer: Rebirth of the Strongest Mage-Novel

Chapter 779 779: Last plan

As the Army General desperately conveyed the urgency of their situation to the Defence Headquarters, a sense of unease washed over the military base. It was a pivotal moment, and they had to act swiftly if they stood any chance against these god-like beings.

Unfortunately, they didn't receive the orders. They were told to still hold back and wait. Even the Military Headquarters didn't know what they were waiting for. However it was the command of the President who was the leader.

"Dammit!" The General sighed in frustration, expressing his exasperation with a forceful stomp of his foot.

Despite the urgency of the situation, the bureaucratic constraints continued to impede their work, leaving him feeling as though their concerns were not being taken seriously enough.

In the sky, the dark-robed beings continued to hover, awaiting the appearance of Janus, the one they sought. Ezekiel maintained his composure, but with each passing second, his pressure was intensifying.

Even the soldiers felt that pressure which made them feel that the weight on their shoulders was increasing with every second.

As the minutes ticked away, the moment of decision was drawing closer. The Army General kept looking at his watch. Five minutes had already passed and only five remained yet there was no sign of the person that Ezekiel was looking for.

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"We still can't get through to him?"

At the moment, Leaders of Various countries were in a meeting through video conferencing and all of them looked troubled.

"We can't." The President of the United States stated, his fist clenched on the table. "I've sent my men for him. I don't know who these people are looking for, but that person should know about it."

"You don't think he would've tried to stop them if he could, just like last time? Could it be that these people are the friends of the intruder that 'he' defeated last time? If that's the case, won't that mean they're here for him?" Another country's leader suggested.

They were basically putting their lives in the hands of someone that they didn't know much about. He felt somewhat uncomfortable.

The President of the United States opened his lips to speak, only to stop before he could utter a single word. A message was delivered to him through the transmitter in his ear.

"What do you mean no one is here?" He couldn't control his temper. His voice grew louder.

After receiving the explanation, his expressions turned darker. The person they were waiting for was the same person who had taken action the last time they were invaded by a godlike being. They were waiting for Ryder.

Unfortunately, they were unable to contact him. And even when they sent someone to personally deliver the message, it was discovered that no one was at Ryder's Mansion at all.

"What happened?" Other Countries' leaders also appeared restless, realizing that there must be some bad news.

The United States President explained what had happened, his voice cold as he tried to control his anger.

"It's just as I thought. These people are here to look for him because of what he did last time. Realizing that he can't face them, that bastard ran away! We never should've trusted him!"

"That's correct! How could we trust one person for our safety when he could easily escape whenever he wanted?"

"He brought this problem to earth and now he ran away? What are we going to do now?!"

Most of the Leaders were taken aback by the revelation, their expressions a mix of disbelief and frustration.

It was clear that they had placed great faith in this person, relying on him to protect them from unknown threats. Now, with his sudden disappearance, they were left feeling vulnerable and betrayed.

The room fell into an uneasy silence, only for silence to be broken by the US President.

He looked towards one of his men in the back, remembering that he had received a suggestion from one of his Generals.

"I have a plan!" He exclaimed. "But I would need all your help to make sure we don't fail."

The Dark Robed Beings were in the skies of many countries. And to kill them at once, the attack needed to be in perfect sync and the leadership on the same page.

Having exhausted all other options, this became the sole viable solution. Rather than waiting for ten minutes to pass, risking an attack from these god-like beings, they decided to proactively take the initiative and eliminate them by shooting them down.

As they didn't have much time and no better option, the other Leaders agreed to the plan. At that moment, the plan was put in motion.

As soon as there were only ten seconds left to the completion of ten minutes, they were going to attack.

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The General whose plan had been rejected received new instructions, telling him that they were going through with the plan. A unified command was established involving many countries.

The Soldiers in other countries were already prepared and with the confirmation, things became much easier for them.

With the clock ticking, the soldiers synchronized their watches and made their final preparations. As they counted down the seconds, a sense of anticipation and readiness filled the air amongst the multinational forces.

As soon as the eighth minute was over, all the preparations were complete. Multiple weapons were aimed at the beings in the sky, with perfect calculation.

Air Force Planes also took to air, their engines roaring as they ascended the sky. The pilots were experienced and well-trained, ready to defend their homeland at any cost. On the ground, tanks stood ready, their armored shells serving as a formidable presence.

As the ninth minute was over, the Soldiers felt their heartbeats becoming faster. Only fifty seconds were left. One Soldier had started a countdown.

Even in Missile Launch Command, multiple missiles were launched to strike a few seconds after the ground assault was to begin. They didn't want to leave even a single shred of these beings behind.

"Nine..."

"Eight..."

"Seven..."

"Six..."

"Five..."

"Four..."

"Three..."

"Two..."ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ (F)ire

"One..."

"Fire!"