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.

about to risk a head-on collision without knowing the enemy's

crafts merged, they didn't hesitate to go full

raced ahead, with Iran's craft hot on

there was a flaw in their craft, it was that their

an exhilarating chase

pursuing from day into

knew their forebears had endured a 14-year war, triumphing even with just millet

had great faith in the newly launched 2688. It hadn't been through the cataclysmic tsunamis caused by tectonic collisions and

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

the pursuit continued from night back into

her brow furrowing.

Jasper noticed it too.

yet the light at the ocean's bottom

of maritime experience, a new storm seemed

pursuit, they had

increasingly treacherous currents, with Iran's

a day and night, fatigue began to show, and their resolve

nearly caught up, aiming to ram the 2688's stern, only to be skillfully dodged by Jasper and

their desperation

sensors detected abnormal currents, and alarms began

pale. "Bad news, there's a vortex

An oceanic whirlpool?

recalled Hans mentioning that these were formed by the collision of multiple ocean currents and monsoon winds

ones were less than a meter across, and large ones could

akin to the perilous Bermuda Triangle, where

sea

they ventured deeper, the currents

thundered above the waves, while currents clashed below, expanding the

said gravely, "If we

frantically from behind, "Brother, sister-in-law,