Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!

"Is it dead?"

Nishida Hikari raised his binoculars, and just as he spoke, he felt the earth tremble. The thousand-hand centipede emerged from the smoke.

Nishida Hikari's heart sank because the thousand-hand centipede was not only alive but seemed completely unharmed.

"Keep attacking, I refuse to believe it's made of iron."

Nishida Hikari shouted angrily, issuing orders for the armored tank regiment to maintain their firepower. Shells exploded continuously on the thousand-hand centipede's body.

But what made the soldiers of this armored tank regiment feel despair was that no matter how they attacked, their bombardment did not affect the thousand-hand centipede's movements at all.

The layer of pitch-black scale armor, as sturdy as iron, exceeded their imagination in strength. Their shells exploded on it, unable to shake it even slightly.

More and more troops arrived, joining the attack on the thousand-hand centipede, but whether it was tank armor-piercing bullets, howitzers, or rockets, none could do anything against the thousand-hand centipede.

The thousand-hand centipede completely ignored them, going about its destructive spree in Tokyo City, since the attacks from the Self-defense Team felt like mere tickling, akin to a comfortable massage.

Tokyo, with an area of 2,194 square kilometers, could be roughly seen as a twenty-kilometer wide by hundred-kilometer long rectangle, which is quite large for humans, but not much for the over-five-hundred-meter-long thousand-hand centipede.

Especially since the thousand-hand centipede didn't have the typical sluggishness of large sea monsters; its speed was agile and unmatched by its size, making its efficiency in destruction even more terrifying.

Most of the time, the thousand-hand centipede was just having fun. If it were truly focused on destruction, using its abilities of Spirit Refining or tapping into its chaotic creature-like power, its efficiency in destruction could instantly increase tenfold.

The 15 million residents of Tokyo faced the ravages of such a terrifying centipede like it was the apocalypse.

The thousand-hand centipede charged through the city at high speed. On the Shinkansen, a high-speed train coming from Nagoya to Tokyo, unaware of the chaos, entered the thousand-hand centipede's sight at 200 kilometers per hour.

This moving train intrigued the thousand-hand centipede, which rushed towards it, collapsing dozens of skyscrapers along the way. The seismic impact from its enormous body caused other buildings to crumble.

The thousand-hand centipede reached the Shinkansen, and under the horror-stricken and helpless gazes of the train's driver and passengers, a pale corpse hand picked up the train and, like a whip, smashed it against the nearby skyscrapers.

The train and the concrete buildings collided fiercely; the train snapped into several sections, and inside, the Japanese passengers turned into flying figures, falling from the broken train, walking towards death amidst piercing screams of despair.

Whish!

The thousand-hand centipede flapped its wings, moving southward, arriving in Tokyo's Chiyoda District, where it saw a splendid and majestic architectural complex and happily ran over to wreak havoc.

This architectural complex was actually the Emperor's Palace, usually open to tourists, but under the destruction of the thousand-hand centipede, it was instantly a scattered ruin.

The thousand-hand centipede continued its rampage, not even sparing the Jingguo Shrine in Chiyoda District from its deadly touch.

This Jingguo Shrine, covering over 100,000 square meters, is annually worshipped by Japan's Emperor and ministers; the thousand-hand centipede simply rolled over it, flattening the shrine. The offerings, those plates of the soldiers who died for Japan, were crushed into pieces.

While the thousand-hand centipede was merrily playing in Tokyo, the sky roared with the sound of warplanes, as dozens of fighter jets soared in the blue sky, firing air-to-ground missiles, guided bombs, and even drilling bombs at the thousand-hand centipede.

"It must succeed!"

"Amaterasu, bless us, may this monster be bombed to death."

"The air force will absolutely succeed."

Many Japanese people in Tokyo, upon seeing this scene, fervently prayed in their hearts.

Even Japan's military was anxiously watching the air force's efforts; the dominator-level sea monsters in Geshan County were previously bombed to death by the air force, so they placed their hopes in the air force.

Missiles and guided bombs fell, but the thousand-hand centipede did not dodge. These missiles, with explosives of hundreds of kilograms of TNT, had much more power than land artillery, yet those capable of blowing up dominator-level sea monsters did not even make the thousand-hand centipede glance, still maintaining its indifferent attitude.

The pitch-black scale armor, after the bombardment, only had a few insignificant scratches. Only the drilling bombs, with their high-speed kinetic energy and heavy metal alloy warheads, managed to crack the scale armor, but within seconds, it healed.

Even Japan's air force's attack on the thousand-hand centipede yielded no success.

The thousand-hand centipede, a top grade Eight Refinement Gu worm evolving towards chaotic creature, possessed certain chaotic creature characteristics in its body.

These thermal weapons couldn't even penetrate its flesh defense, let alone make it use the characteristics of great path creatures, transforming its body into flames, water, and thunder, merely disdainfully enjoying the massage of these thermal weapons.

"Damn it, even missiles can't do anything, what exactly is this monster?"

"Damn, even the air force failed, our attack can't harm it at all."

"Bastard, why, why are you persecuting us Japanese people, what did we do to provoke you?"

In Japan's wartime command center, Japanese commanders slammed the table in disbelief. Even the air force couldn't handle this kind of monster, does it really take a nuclear bomb to harm it?