Kryptonian: Man of Steel

In such an environment, it is almost a luxury for the cabinet and the Japanese government to respond quickly and effectively.

What is more serious is that the complexity of the political system makes any decision likely to become a target of attack by opponents in the future.

At this critical moment, no one wants to be the one who "makes a mistake", and no one wants to bear the political responsibility that failure may bring.

Therefore, silence has become the safest choice, and waiting and watching has become the most rational attitude.

They hope for a miracle to happen, the disaster will subside on its own, or wait for assistance from the international community, but ignore that every second of delay is devouring the hope of innocent lives.

However, this negative attitude is like a dose of poison, spreading rapidly and eroding people's will. They watched the monster raging in the city, destroying buildings and devouring lives, but no one dared to stand up, even just to try.

However, just when the Japanese government was hesitant and the people were in despair, a force from afar quietly intervened.

The American garrison, a country with a strong military force, showed a strong interest in this monster.

The reconnaissance plane they sent out quickly captured the monster's whereabouts and sent the information back to the headquarters.

In a heavily guarded military base in America, an emergency meeting on how to deal with the monster was being held. In the meeting room, the screen flashed the image of the monster, and its huge body was particularly eye-catching in the ruins of Tokyo.

A senior officer of America, with a burly figure and a resolute face, glanced at the monster on the screen with contempt, as if facing an opponent who was not worth mentioning.

"It's just a creature,"

He said with a hint of disdain in his tone, "No matter how big or powerful it is, it is just a fragile paper tiger in front of hot weapons. Our technology and our weapons are enough to let it see the power of humans."

In America's view, although the monster is of amazing size, it is still a carbon-based creature after all, with inevitable weaknesses.

They believe that with advanced weapons and well-trained soldiers, they are fully capable of expelling, capturing and even hunting this monster.

So, after Golden Ghidorah destroyed several districts of Tokyo near Tokyo Bay, causing countless casualties and property losses, America's fighters and warships finally set out.

In the sky, F-35 fighters whizzed past like silver lightning, breaking through the clouds.

They carried advanced AIM-120C-7 advanced medium-range air-to-air missiles under their wings, aiming at the behemoth below.

Ghidorah has three hideous heads, each with a pair of sharp horns, flashing an ominous metallic luster, as if it was a world-destroying dragon from an ancient legend, forming a sharp contrast with modern war machines.

On the sea, a fleet of Arleigh Burke-class destroyers and Ticonderoga-class cruisers slowly approached, their decks covered with various heavy weapons, ready to launch at any time.

"Target locked, ready to launch!"

The commander's voice sounded in the communicator, calm and firm.

With a piercing alarm, missiles whizzed out from under the wings of the fighter jets and headed straight for the monster.

At the same time, on the sea, a fleet composed of Arleigh Burke-class destroyers and Ticonderoga-class cruisers slowly approached, like a group of steel monsters, ready to launch a final siege on Ghidorah.

On the deck, various heavy weapons were already ready, from naval guns to missile launchers, each weapon pointed in the same direction.

With the commander's order, the entire fleet seemed to be a waking monster, with flames spitting out of the muzzles, and dense artillery fire poured down like raindrops, smashing the sea surface into turbulent waves, and the entire sky and sea surface were reflected in red.

However, what shocked everyone was that this monster named King Ghidorah actually showed amazing defensive power.

Missiles and shells exploded on its scales, leaving only pieces of charred marks, but like tickling, they failed to cause substantial damage to it.

Ghidorah's scales seemed to be made of some unknown alloy, so hard that even the most advanced weapons could hardly penetrate them.

"How is this possible?!"

The commander shouted in shock.

However, America did not give up.

They quickly adjusted their tactics and sent out more powerful weapons - B-2 stealth bombers. These bombers flew silently in the night sky, carrying bunker-buster bombs that could penetrate heavy armor.

When the B-2 bombers arrived above the target, the entire sky seemed to be still. Bunker-buster bombs fell from the clouds, carrying destructive power, heading straight for Ghidorah.

However, at this moment, King Ghidorah finally showed his true strength.

"Roar, roar, roar!!!"

King Ghidorah suddenly let out a deafening roar, the sound was as shocking as thunder, and instantly swallowed up all the sounds around him.

The three heads were raised at the same time, and the golden pupils flashed with fascinating light. Then, three golden lightning bolts spewed out from their mouths, like three living dragons, circling in the air, releasing a heart-pounding special energy.

These lightning bolts were not ordinary natural phenomena, but a manifestation of the special energy in King Ghidorah's body.

They drew brilliant tracks in the sky. Wherever they passed, the air seemed to be ignited instantly, emitting a pungent smell of burning. Even the clouds were torn apart by this force, revealing the deep and dark night sky.

As the special lightning energy continued to squeeze, the sky, which was originally overcast, suddenly flashed with a fishy yellow light. The light spread like branches, cutting the entire sky into pieces.

The whole world seemed to be trapped in a doomsday scene. The style of King Ghidorah, the Destroyer Dragon, was undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

Its dragon wings spread out, wide enough to cover the entire sky. Every flap drove the surrounding airflow to surge, forming a powerful storm, sweeping the surrounding gravel and dust into the sky.

Those B-2 bombers that tried to approach it, under the impact of this force, were shaky like kites with broken strings, and finally fell one after another, turning into the dimmest meteors in the night sky.

King Ghidorah spread his majestic dragon wings, and his three heads roared up again. The energy in his body flowed along his relatively slender neck and gathered into his bloody mouth.

At this moment, it was clearly seen that King Ghidorah's neck was flowing with a strong destructive golden light. It was the powerful energy contained in his body surging, as hot and wild as boiling lava.