Leveling Up With My Pet

440  Breaking Through the Sky !

Bawang had stealthily approached beneath the imposing warship, its presence masked by the eerie stillness that had settled in the aftermath of a series of thunderous explosions triggered by depth charges. Not every vessel boasted the capability to unleash these underwater shockwaves; only the mightiest of warships, those colossal guided missile cruisers, bore the ominous burden.

The Overlord, standing tall and resolute, grasped a colossal spear, poised to strike at the underbelly of the ship.

"Boom!"

A deep, resonant reverberation echoed from the watery depths below, sending tremors rippling through the vessel. Its occupants, now acutely aware of a lurking menace, felt a shiver coursing through their collective spine, the faint yet ominous sounds emanating from beneath the surface only amplifying their unease.

"We've got something beneath our boat!"

"Oh, dear Lord! It's under our warship!"

Panic rippled through the crew, their apprehension almost tangible as they teetered on the edge of sheer terror. It was evident that they were the fourth in a line of warships to be targeted, well aware of the dire consequences that awaited them—a series of muffled explosions and gaping, ruinous breaches in their hull, ultimately dooming their vessel to the abyssal depths.

Meanwhile, the other three warships remained unscathed, for the Overlord had not yet had the chance to inflict its wrath upon them. The threat from the submerged predator prompted them to activate their anti-submarine sonar systems, swiftly detecting the enigmatic Overlord.

"Look, there's something down there!"

"By the heavens, it's massive, at least a hundred meters long!"

The discovery of the Overlord's presence sent shockwaves through their ranks, speculation running rampant that it was a and advanced weapon—a mysterious entity beyond their comprehension.

"Lock onto the target and fire the torpedoes!"

"No, it's directly under the 'Roton.' Firing torpedoes now would inflict massive damage to our own vessel."

"So, what's our move then?"

A hushed silence hung in the air, a palpable helplessness pervading the command center. The crew collectively understood that the 'Roton' was most likely doomed, destined to descend into the abyss in due time.

Bawang, meanwhile, had deftly bored seven or eight formidable holes into the ship's belly, then paused, spear poised for the next assault.

"Master, which warship shall be our next target?" inquired Liu Yong.

"There are still three warships left. You have the freedom to choose. Sink them all as swiftly as possible," Liu Yong replied.

The Overlord exulted at the prospect of unbridled freedom, leaving the current warship behind with its colossal spear in hand, swiftly making its way towards another vessel.

But then, a sudden alert!

Within the vast expanse of its superhuman perception, two entities hurtled toward it at a breakneck pace, their velocity easily exceeding sixty or seventy knots.

Liu Yong, equally vigilant, cautioned, "Overlord, those are torpedoes, and they're formidable. Dodge them quickly!"

The dreaded scenario had materialized—the adversary had launched torpedoes against the Overlord underwater, a precautionary double salvo, no less. Fortunately, it was the Overlord, agile and fleet-footed, capable of evading danger at such close quarters.

The Overlord's ingenuity came into play. In response to the twin torpedoes' relentless pursuit, it swiftly changed course, setting a collision course for another warship nearby.

A fateful misfortune unfolded—the torpedoes, racing at 60 to 70 knots, couldn't match the Overlord's agility. It tugged the relentless pursuers along, then swiftly darted beneath the adjacent warship.

These two torpedoes, being far less nimble, couldn't follow suit and instead met their mark, slamming into the warship with pinpoint accuracy.

"Boom, boom!"

The deafening reverberations filled the air as the warship endured the brutal impact, yielding to a cacophonous explosion and a colossal plume of seawater.

It was a sight to behold, and Liu Yong couldn't help but secretly commend the Overlord's astuteness.

Now free from immediate danger, the Overlord ventured beneath the last remaining warship.

"It was you who fired those torpedoes earlier. Allow me to repay the favor, though I believe a dozen holes should suffice."

The Overlord wielded its colossal spear once more, piercing the ship's underbelly repeatedly, a relentless onslaught that left no quarter.

As Bawang vented its fury, puncturing a score of massive holes within minutes, Liu Yong watched, unruffled.

With only one warship left, there was no room for doubt—the inevitable was now a mere formality. The Overlord could afford to take its time, quite unlike the urgency of its initial assault.

After delivering over a dozen crippling blows, the Overlord ceased its relentless barrage and glided beneath the last warship, repeating the onslaught.

The deed was done.

Bawang retreated to a safe distance, ensuring a buffer of at least 500 meters from the stricken warships. The farthest of the vessels now lay over a kilometer distant.

Submerged to a depth of tens of meters, the Overlord observed the warships, their gradual descent into the abyss, with satisfaction.

The "Blue Whale" had long departed, now several nautical miles away.

Elation reigned among the crew, their cheers resonating through the sea-sprayed air as they witnessed the warships' inexorable descent.

The ships gradually receded from view, and the crew's attention shifted forward, no longer looking back.

Liu Yong, too, remained transfixed, his gaze unwavering as he watched the M country warships disappear beneath the waves.

His thoughts meandered, reflecting upon the seven warships and one submarine now resting on the ocean floor—the 10,000-ton guided missile cruiser and the costly Burke-class guided missile destroyer included. The losses suffered by the U.S. Navy were substantial; what retaliatory measures would they undertake?

Liu Yong contemplated potential consequences and devised contingency plans. While others might fret or tremble, he remained eerily composed.

How would the M country react?

Answers came swiftly, within a few short hours. The U.S. Navy convened a press conference, unveiling to the world the grim tidings—seven warships and a submarine had met their demise in the North Pacific Ocean, claiming the lives of over a thousand sailors. The spokesman's somber tone underscored the magnitude of the tragedy, labeling it the U.S. Navy's gravest loss since World War II.

At the press conference, reporters erupted in fervor. Their excitement was palpable as they transcribed the unfolding narrative, scrambling to release the breaking news.

This was colossal news, an unequivocal sensation!

However, what sent them into a frenzy was the spokesman's audacious assertion that the Universal Enterprise Group was linked to the sinking of the seven warships and one submarine.

Suddenly, journalists ceased awaiting the conclusion of the press conference, hastily punching out headlines. They were all eager to be the first to break the story.

This was news of seismic proportions!

A landmark event!