American Comics: BOSS Invasion

[Remaining Time: Sixty-three hours]

[Destruction Level: Thirteen Percent]

Watching the smoky text dissipate before his eyes, Qi Shan calmly took a sip of his wine.

Of course, this might also be because he was taken down by Goku after only being a big shot for three days in the storyline.

Hence, it became an obsession after death.

With a specific time requirement, Qi Shan felt relieved.

Although he didn't care what happened to the world before him, he still possessed an innate aversion to chaos and destruction.

He had personally witnessed how terrifying humanity could be when unrestrained.

Despite having Piccolo's mission to focus on, Qi Shan still specially created two unique demons solely to eliminate troublesome evildoers.

He was also very helpless; he was clearly a positive figure in his core, yet he had to carry out such world-ending missions every time, which was simply a challenge to his values.

Qi Shan felt that the problem still lay with himself.

His use of templates and energy cards was still too passive.

Perhaps next time, he could try actively taking on missions that aligned with his preferences, maybe even learning from characters he admired.

Two demons descended from the sky, kneeling on one knee respectfully, and reported: "Reporting, Great Demon King, all military bases within the United States that are documented have been completely destroyed. The military has temporarily lost its ability to resist!

However, based on military strength calculations, the American military has far more forces than that. They should be amassing strength to prepare for a counterattack."

Qi Shan said indifferently: "Hold the 50 cities we control, ignore the other cities! Any missiles or troops that approach are to be eliminated. As for superheroes, if they come to provoke us, eliminate them as well, otherwise, ignore them!"

"Yes, Great Demon King!" the two demons replied respectfully.

Qi Shan waved his hand, ordering them to retreat.

A short demon with a duckbill face walked slowly from behind him. He wore demon-style clothing, with a dignified demeanor, looking like a close attendant to the Great Demon King.

Adding a bit of formality, the duckbill bowed solemnly and said: "Great Demon King, it's time for today's broadcast!"

"Oh? Then let them in!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people carrying cameras, recorders, reflectors, and other professional equipment walked in timidly under the escort of a demon.

These people lowered their heads, only daring to steal glances at Qi Shan. Every time their eyes met Qi Shan's, they would reveal an unconcealable look of terror.

Clearly, they were extremely afraid of him, the Great Demon King.

Qi Shan didn't say much, directly sitting on the somewhat grotesque skull throne.

The duckbill demon, with his hands behind his back, said calmly: "You have 10 minutes to prepare everything immediately. The Great Demon King will be giving a global television address!"

These people didn't dare to argue, quickly setting up a temporary broadcasting studio.

Those who could come here and see Qi Shan had all been through layers of screening.

The metropolis had plenty of everything, with over 30 public and private television stations combined, and countless professionals in related fields. The demons could easily grab a handful, and they had killed many who were dishonest, restless, or had ulterior motives.

After being baptized by the blood feast, these people had long abandoned their so-called free will, their minds filled only with how to save their own lives.

The platform was quickly set up, the camera aimed at Qi Shan.

The duckbill demon gave a hand gesture, and Qi Shan spoke calmly: "Hello everyone, I am your god, the Great Demon King Piccolo!

After last night's chaos, plus the explosions at major state military bases, I believe you should have some judgment of your own!

Then you need to speed up! You are too slow. Without chaos and battle, without destruction and greed, how can you promote the progress of civilization's catalyst?

It seems I need to give you some motivation!"

Qi Shan snapped his fingers, and someone immediately pushed over a map of America.

"I have decided that starting today, I will choose a state to release Doomsday every day!

That's right, you heard me correctly. Doomsday is in my hands. It is the most powerful biological weapon in the entire universe, possessing god-like leaping ability, endless stamina, super-fast evolution, and energy absorption ability.

Whether it's artillery fire or so-called energy rays, Doomsday can absorb it. The stronger the energy within it, the greater its destructive power.

I expect you to bring me a glimmer of surprise in despair and madness."

The duckbill demon pushed up a large turntable, and Qi Shan flicked his finger, causing the turntable to spin automatically.

Everyone present stared intently at the turntable, not daring to make a sound.

The turntable gradually stopped, the pointer pointing to:

"Arkansas!"

Qi Shan revealed a slight smile and nodded: "I wish you a pleasant game!"

Whoosh!

The cameraman's whole body stiffened and collapsed to the ground, cold sweat pouring down, muttering like a madman: "Arkansas, Little Rock, my father and all my family members are there, it's over, it's all over."

He suddenly got up and rushed out frantically.

"No, I have to warn them to leave there quickly!"

Prompted by this person, the rest scattered in a panic.

At the same time, the entire state of Arkansas was in chaos.

Countless people rushed into the streets, dragging their families and carrying their children, trying to escape this place where disaster was about to strike.

At a secret base about 200 kilometers north of Little Rock, the base commander, General Broad, had an iron-gray face.

Looking at the smiling face of the Great Demon King frozen on the television broadcast, General Broad roared: "Activate all military satellites, turn on the fire defense system, we must lock onto Doomsday's location in the shortest possible time and blow it to pieces! Otherwise, Arkansas is doomed!"

The Lieutenant Colonel Chief of Staff said: "But sir, the report from the laboratory states that all attacks are ineffective against Doomsday. Missile bombardments have no effect other than temporarily restricting movement, and instead make Doomsday even stronger!

I suggest notifying the Sky Eye Society and letting them handle it as soon as possible!"

"Can a mere spy agency do it?"

"In yesterday's announcement, the Sky Eye Society claimed to have a way to completely kill Doomsday, and they have a lot of kryptonite reserves!"

General Broad cursed: "These dying remnants, instead of obediently dying in space, insist on coming to Earth to cause trouble! I can't wait to tear them apart!

Notify the Sky Eye Society, if the operation fails, I will personally send them to a military court!"

"Yes, sir!"