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.

weren't about to

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

with Iran's craft

in their craft, it was that their size made them sluggish-less nimble

beneath the waves, an exhilarating chase was

from day into night without

war, triumphing even with

launched 2688. It hadn't been through the cataclysmic tsunamis caused by tectonic collisions

crafts were different. They had been toiling away at sea for years. Even with the best of luck, they would have weathered

pursuit continued from night back into

glanced at her watch, her brow furrowing.

Jasper noticed it too.

light at the ocean's bottom grew dimmer, and the current's speed and direction

on Hans' decades of maritime experience,

with Iran's relentless pursuit, they had to be dealt

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

to show, and their resolve started

ram the 2688's stern, only

now, their desperation

sensors detected abnormal currents,

turned pale. "Bad news, there's a

An oceanic whirlpool?

collision of multiple ocean currents and monsoon winds under the influence of

meter across, and large ones could stretch hundreds of

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

the sea had become even

they ventured deeper, the currents

waves, while currents clashed

"If we don't evade, we'll be sucked

frantically from behind,