18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 432

Jasper and Stella were blissfully unaware of the chaos unfolding in Iran. They quickly found their balance and worked together to stabilize their submarine. "They've got five of those things..."

Before Stella could finish her sentence, several dark shapes emerged from beyond the 2688, swiftly forming ranks.

One, two, three, four, five, six...

A total of six submersible crafts-not submarines. These were hexagonal underwater vehicles, smaller but faster than the 2688.

And they were riveting together underwater. Two became one, growing larger and heavier.

"Holy smokes, these aren't just subs. They're modular underwater fortresses," Jasper muttered in amazement.

You had to hand it to them-their geographical constraints had pushed them to incredible ingenuity. With rising sea levels and no new land to claim, they turned their focus to the vast ocean. Even without military sovereignty, nothing stopped them from dreaming of underwater cities.

Stella always thought it was just a fantasy, but here it was, staring them in the face.

These polyhedral crafts were more like submersible aircraft, capable of disassembling and reassembling in multiple configurations, like something out of Transformers.

Despite being less than half the size of the 2688 when alone, their combined strength was formidable.

If there were enough, they could form a base.

Normally, they could operate as a whole to withstand the unpredictable weather at sea. When a storm hit, they could quickly break apart and evade danger with their speed and knowledge of the area. The engineers were skilled at turning small advantages into big wins, often with surprise attacks or invasions.

Their confidence was sky-high; otherwise, they wouldn't have charged in blindly.

But they could also correct course instantly upon realizing their mistakes.

And now, they were transforming!

The six crafts combined in the depths, their mass and offensive capabilities skyrocketing.

to risk a head-on collision without knowing the

crafts merged, they didn't hesitate to go full throttle and

2688 raced ahead, with Iran's craft hot on

flaw in their craft, it was that their size made

an exhilarating chase was

pursuing from

war, triumphing even with just millet and

launched 2688. It hadn't been through the cataclysmic

the best of luck, they would have weathered countless storms and were now worn and

pursuit continued

at her watch, her brow furrowing.

Jasper noticed it too.

the ocean's bottom grew dimmer, and

maritime experience, a new

to avoid disaster, but with Iran's relentless pursuit, they had to be dealt with or they'd remain

on, navigating increasingly treacherous currents, with Iran's craft stubbornly on their

to show, and their resolve started

the 2688's stern, only to be skillfully dodged by

their desperation

detected abnormal currents,

"Bad news, there's

An oceanic whirlpool?

formed by the collision of multiple ocean currents and monsoon winds under the influence of the Earth's rotation. Vortexes varied

meter across, and large ones could stretch hundreds of meters, acting

to the perilous Bermuda Triangle, where countless planes and ships had

sea had become even more

ventured deeper, the currents and

currents clashed below,

"If we don't evade, we'll

called out frantically from behind, "Brother, sister-in-law, they're speeding