I, the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, am being kept by the state.

Chapter 77 Supernatural Strike

"Mortal, do you know your sin?"

The sound struck the very souls of everyone in the square.

With an indifferent and majestic air, looking down upon all living beings.

General Stryker's body trembled violently.

My worldview was completely shattered.

He stared intently at the cannon emplacement reduced to metal dust, then suddenly looked up at the old man in flowing white robes standing at the church entrance.

"Psychological warfare... is the most advanced weapon in psychological warfare!"

He screamed into the communicator, his voice distorted, "Holographic projection! Infrasound! Illusion attack! Don't be fooled!"

"Fire! Open fire! Turn him to pieces!"

However, he was met with deathly silence.

Those battle-hardened special forces soldiers seemed to have had their spines removed at that moment.

Some people were curled up on the ground with their hands covering their heads, making meaningless sobs.

Some people dropped their weapons, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed frantically in the direction of the church;

Many more people simply stood frozen in place, their eyes vacant, as if their souls had left their bodies.

The "death" of that heavy machine gun was too bizarre, too terrifying, and had completely shattered their psychological defenses forged with steel and gunpowder.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"

Stryker was furious. He shoved aside his adjutant, snatched the assault rifle from his hand, pulled the safety, and pointed the gun at Wilson.

"No matter what you are! On this free land, you all have to kneel down!"

He roared, about to pull the trigger.

However, his fingers could no longer move forward even an inch.

At the church entrance, Wilson didn't even look at him, but slowly raised his left hand, spread his fingers, and then gently clenched them.

hum-

On the square, all the surviving metal weapons, from the assault rifles in the soldiers' hands to the pistols on their waists and the spare magazines on the armored vehicles, emitted a high-frequency beeping sound at the same moment.

Immediately afterwards, they were as if they had been thrown into a furnace, and their surfaces turned red and scalding hot at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"ah--!"

"My hand!"

Screams echoed throughout the room.

The soldiers screamed as if they had been electrocuted and dropped their weapons.

A series of clanging sounds echoed from those steel structures that had just symbolized death and power.

At this moment, however, it was like a red-hot iron, burning black marks on the ground.

The same was true for the rifle in Stryker's hand, but like an enraged bull, he endured the excruciating pain of his burning palm and tried to continue aiming.

But the next second, the scalding hot gun barrel softened and deformed in his hand, like a melting candle dripping onto the ground, instantly solidifying into a twisted lump of iron.

Stryker stared blankly at his right hand, which was covered in blisters and blood, and his brain finally went blank.

This is not an illusion.

This is not psychological warfare.

This is... divine punishment.

Just as the entire scene was on the verge of spiraling out of control, a crisp hammer strike, typical of an old-fashioned revolver, suddenly rang out.

"General, it's over."

Jackson's voice was calm, so calm that there wasn't a ripple in it.

Stryker slowly turned his head and saw a scene he would never forget for the rest of his life.

FBI Director Jackson was pointing his ever-present Smith & Wesson M19 revolver at his temple.

"you……"

Stryker made a hoarse sound in his throat.

"I'll say it again, it's over."

Jackson's gaze was cold and resolute. He glanced at Wilson at the church entrance, a glint of fanatical piety in his eyes. "You are dragging this country into an abyss of no return by provoking a god."

"As the director of the FBI, my final duty is to stop you."

Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger as soon as he finished speaking!

But no shots were fired.

Jackson was taken aback and looked down.

The hammer of the revolver was tightly bound by a thin, golden energy line that appeared out of nowhere, and remained completely still.

Wilson's voice rang in everyone's minds again, this time with a hint of imperceptible fatigue, yet still authoritative.

"God does not delight in pointless sacrifices."

"But I despise ignorant provocations even more."

He fixed his gaze back on Stryker, whose face was ashen.

"Your sins will be paid for by your country."

……

Meanwhile, at the Kunlun base.

"Report! The energy fluctuations at the 'Priest' coordinates have subsided!"

"Report! The second release of the 'Gengjin' rule is complete. Target locked on multiple non-living entities. Command: 'Melting'. Energy output: 0.8%. Effect assessment... Perfect!"

Qian Youmin looked at the data stream reflected on the big screen, let out a long sigh of relief, and leaned back in his chair.

Sun Mingde, who was next to him, quickly helped him up, but found that his hands were also trembling.

"Old Qian, are you alright?"

"fine……"

Qian Youmin waved his hand, took off his glasses, and rubbed his sore temples. "I'm just a little... exhausted."

He wasn't a cultivator, but in those few short minutes, he felt as if he had fought a battle that had exhausted his mind and spirit.

Every time an instruction is compiled, every time a rule is uploaded, it feels like walking a tightrope.

"0.5% dissociation", 0.8% "melting"...

Sun Mingde stared at the screen, muttering to himself, his eyes filled with both excitement and lingering fear, "It's like we gave cavemen a laser gun, and it even has adjustable modes."

"No."

Qian Youmin put his glasses back on, his gaze sharpening. "We didn't just give him the gun; we are the gun."

"We are the ones who pull the trigger, the ones who choose the type of bullet. Wilson is just the muzzle of our gun."

This analogy sent a chill down the spines of all the researchers present.

"This experiment was extremely fruitful."

Qian Youmin straightened up, regaining his chief designer's authority. "We have verified the compilability of the rules and the feasibility of targeted delivery. However, many problems have also been exposed."

He pointed to an inconspicuous curve on the screen.

"Energy loss during transoceanic transport can be as high as 90%. Moreover, the more complex the 'rules,' the greater the load on our reactor core array."

"The 'melt' command just now has caused a tiny crack of 0.03% in the second array."

"Most importantly,"

A young analyst stood up and reported with a serious expression, "What we just intercepted from the 'Priest' coordinates is not just data."

"explain."

"It's...emotion."

The analyst pulled up a complex spectral image. "Through the Dragon Slave Seal, we received strong emotional fluctuations from all intelligent beings within the target area."

"Fear, awe, fanaticism, despair... these emotional signals surged back like a tide, causing strong interference to our data chain."

"even……"

He hesitated for a moment, "Two colleagues who were responsible for receiving data experienced brief periods of mental confusion and visual hallucinations."

The entire command center fell silent instantly.

Previously, they were still immersed in the immense pleasure of "acting as God in punishment."

At that moment, the cold reality brought them to their senses instantly.

They opened a Pandora's box.

Just then, the dragon-shaped necklace on the main control panel once again emitted a warm golden light.

Li Chen's voice rang out leisurely, carrying a hint of approval.

"That's good. Being able to realize this shows that you've taken another step forward."

"In the cultivation world, there is a concept called 'inner demons.' The thoughts of all living beings are both a source of power and a deadly poison. Your actions today have stirred up countless distracting thoughts. If you do not find a way to control them, you will surely suffer their backlash in the future."

Upon hearing this, Qian Youmin and the others bowed in unison, their expressions solemn.

"Please enlighten me, Dragon Lord!"

Li Chen did not answer immediately.

At that very moment, a red communication request with the highest level of encryption bypassed all firewalls and forcibly accessed the central control system of the Kunlun base.

On the screen, a golden eagle logo and a red five-pointed star logo appeared side by side.

A line of cold English text is displayed in the center of the screen.

"We need to talk."

Immediately afterwards, a communications officer responsible for monitoring external information suddenly stood up, his voice sharp with extreme shock.

"Report! The White House has just held a top-level emergency press conference!"

"The President...the President announces to the world..."

"They encountered...a supernatural attack from an unknown civilization...on their own soil!"