18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 439

The kilometers melted away in the blink of an eye, like a lightning bolt cutting through the calm sea. Whitecaps reared up like flying swords, rushing towards them with unstoppable force.

Jasper buckled his seatbelt as the yacht sped across the serene ocean, heading straight for Iran's hideout. Giant waves churned in their wake. Stella stood on the aft deck, gripping the safety rail, her gaze locked on the rampaging squid chasing them. Those squids were incredibly fast, their deep red tentacles writhing like the hands of the devil, stirring the wind and waves as if they had rockets strapped to their backs. The tentacles rose dozens of feet into the air, smashing down and creating massive waves that could send anything flying.

Even from a distance, Stella felt like the spray was hitting her face. Jasper's skills were beyond question; the yacht was flying across the water, but its top speed paled in comparison to the mutated North Sea leviathans.

The yacht cut a straight line, the shortest route, but the enraged squid burst forth with incredible power. In less than half an hour, the distance had shrunk from several kilometers to just a few hundred meters. If they had another burst of speed, a tentacle could slam down and flip the yacht in an instant.

500 meters, 300 meters, 200 meters, 100 meters...

The spray hit Stella's face like a whip, soaking her clothes through. A massive tentacle slammed down, landing less than 50 meters away. Stella turned to look forward, barely making out Iran's constructed nest.

didn't want to miss.

The sentries atop the wooden tower were shocked, and when they realized what was happening a few

Enemy

blared throughout the base. Iran's men quickly took their positions, raising guns at the approaching yacht. Several kilometers seemed far, but it approached so quickly. As Iran's weapons targeted the yacht, it suddenly zigzagged, the rolling waves obscuring the view

rely on submachine guns, their eyes locked on the yacht. Submachine guns had an effective range of 200 meters, and they were waiting for the optimal shooting distance. The aircraft had harpoons, usually used against giant marine creatures.

impact was unpredictable. "Damn it, they must be crazy, going for a suicide attack! How did they find this secure and hidden place?" The sentries on the wooden tower watched in horror as the yacht crashed toward them, especially when they saw the countless red

They had once hunted a solitary North Sea leviathan, using countless harpoons, flipping fishing boats, even losing an aircraft, paying a heavy price for the kill. Now, numerous tentacles churned the water, with at least dozens of squid joining

the yacht. The rampaging king squid couldn't stop in time, charging with unstoppable force. Bullets rained on the red tentacles,

fishing vessel tipped over, Iran's men were crushed into pulp by the tentacles and flung

stirring, crashing, wrapping, twisting... Dozens of squids, like demons rampaging from

cargo ships were dragged. In the face of absolute power, even machine guns hitting the king squid were useless. Instead, they only provoked more fury and a more brutal retaliation. The giant tentacles swept across, smashing the wooden tower, Iran's men screaming as

enter Arcadia but stopped the yacht at a distance, quietly admiring the king squid's masterpiece. King squids didn't eat humans, especially mutated ones. They simply vented their rage, leveling every obstacle