The screen displayed a battlefield captured from space, the image gradually zooming in towards the ground.
Those present grew solemn.
From orbit, it had initially appeared as merely a small, icy blue dot on Blue Star, but as the lens drew closer and the dot expanded,
Everyone finally saw clearly that it was a vast, frozen battlefield spanning a thousand miles!
Under the high-resolution military satellites, frozen monuments revealed themselves to all—tanks and aircraft, all locked in ice.
It was as if, in a single instant, the fighting humans had been immortalized and frozen in place by some immense power.
Upon closer inspection, human scientific understanding was shattered.
Some observed that newly launched missiles, complete with their exhaust trails, had been frozen into ice sculptures.
As the camera panned, countless soldiers on the battlefield were permanently frozen, their faces etched with confusion and fear, yet none turned their backs to the enemy.
And amidst these frozen statues of soldiers, many alien monsters moved continuously.
Some of the monsters resembled Earth animals, while others seemed to have emerged from human fantasy or nightmares.
They ranged from less than a meter tall to tens of meters high, their movements akin to migrating hills.
*Thump! Thump!*
The President of Pretty Country tapped the table, drawing everyone's attention.
"My dear sirs, madams, and those of indeterminate gender, as you can all see, humanity now faces a tremendous crisis."
"The sudden arrival of the doomsday game has brought boundless suffering to our entire world. Our strength is nothing before them."
Hearing this, the assembled individuals began to murmur. A white man with several gold stars on his shoulder spoke loudly,
"Mr. President! Great Flame is merely a decaying ancient nation. Pretty Country is the current number one in the world! As long as our nuclear-powered fleet is deployed, these monsters will be no match for us!!"
The man's words were met with approval from others, and their previously fearful expressions began to ease.
The President's expression remained unchanged. His gaze was eerily calm. He tapped the table twice.
His secretary, Kyle, understood the President's intent and picked up a new document, distributing it to everyone present.
When the white general opened the document, his pupils contracted sharply, and then he angrily threw the paper away.
"This is impossible!!! Liars!! It's all fake!!!"
The document, thrown against the wall, slid down. The open page displayed news of Pretty Country's carrier battle groups being annihilated by unknown sea monsters.
Next to the news was an image captured by satellite of the partially submerged nuclear-powered aircraft carrier Reagan, its remaining wreckage floating on the sea.
"General Joseph, I understand your feelings. When I received this document, I felt as desperate as you. But unfortunately, our carriers are no different from toys in the eyes of the stronger monsters."
General Joseph's eyes were now red, unable to accept that the military might he had always trusted could be so easily destroyed.
"Damn it! Why am I the last to know about the fleet's destruction?"
"Mr. President! Besides the carriers! We still have nuclear weapons!!! Before the monsters destroy us, we will destroy them with nuclear weapons!!!"
Looking at General Joseph's demeanor, like a gambler who had lost it all, the President's eyes remained impassive.
The shifting camera lens on the screen changed again. This time, an extremely terrifying creature appeared before everyone.
It was a dragon! The dragon that Western humans had always fantasized about, the embodiment of terror.
A giant, ice-blue dragon lay quietly at the very center of the thousand-mile frozen battlefield. With each breath, streams of ice-blue air radiated outwards from it.
The monsters, like migrating hills, walking beside the frozen soldiers, were so tiny before the dragon.
Its body, seemingly carved from crystal, should have been exquisitely beautiful, yet even through the satellite feed, everyone felt an incredibly terrifying, oppressive aura.
General Joseph, who had been fuming moments before, now stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded, at the colossal ice dragon.
Or rather, at the minuscule wreckage beside the ice dragon.
He recognized them—the remains of Great Flame's Dongfeng missiles.
And these missiles were equipped with nuclear warheads!
"No, it can't be! Those lunatics in Great Flame actually used nuclear weapons on their own territory?!!"
"And these nuclear weapons didn't work?! Fake, it's all fake!"
He watched as the man's face turned from agitated red to an unnerving pallor.
The entire conference room fell silent, as if frozen. Faced with a monstrous natural disaster, humanity lost the ability to speak.
The next moment, the dragon, which seemed to have been slumbering, suddenly opened its eyes.
Within its golden dragon pupils, an aura of majesty, even through the screen, instilled an immense sense of oppression in everyone present.
It felt like the crushing pressure of the deep sea or the toppling of a mountain—an irresistible existence.
At that moment, everyone's mind was convinced of one concept.
The Frost Wyrm had awakened, not because it sensed a worthy opponent. On this land, there were only the weak.
Even these soldiers, whom it had turned into ice sculptures, were only noteworthy for their will.
Too weak! Too weak!!
Feeling agitated, the Frost Wyrm suddenly raised its head and looked towards the sky!
High above, tens of thousands of meters in the sky!
A weakling was spying on me!!!
The dragon, truly as colossal as a mountain, abruptly raised its slender neck. Its ice-forged head exuded the dominance of the apex predator.
The dragon opened its massive maw towards the sky, and an ice-blue energy began to gather within.
In the conference room, everyone stared, dumbfounded, at the reawakened dragon.
"No, it can't be..."
*Boom!!!*
Though there was no sound, everyone's ears seemed to ring with the peal of thunder.
"Roar!!!"
Ice-blue light erupted from the dragon's mouth, and the light shot forth from the earth like a beam!
Instantly, the display was filled only with ice-blue.
*Hiss!*
The screen immediately went black, displaying no signal. Those present had completely lost the ability to speak.
On the ground, having eliminated the perceived intruder, the dragon once again fell into slumber.
"Grow faster, too weak, too boring..."
And in space, Pretty Country's military satellite had been completely transformed into an eternal ice sculpture.
*Thump, thump, thump,*
In the conference room, the President gently tapped the table, startling the stunned individuals.
The President, white-haired and gaunt like a zombie, his usually calm eyes now glinting with a strange light.
"I believe you now understand what kind of monsters we are facing."
"So, the 'Noah' plan, surely no one will object to it now!"