"Was the entire city destroyed in a single blow..."
Ludwig, who had just finished lunch, looked at the satellite video on his phone. It showed Godzilla obliterating the entire Victoria Metropolitan Area with a single breath.
In the video, Godzilla stood dozens of kilometers away, and with one breath, it turned the entire Victoria into a sea of flames.
"Estimated power of over 40 petawatts, lasting 31 seconds, with a total yield of around 300 million tons of TNT equivalent. Much stronger than the previous breath."
The assembled machines were destroyed by this attack before they could mount any useful counteroffensive. Australia's final battle ended in failure.
However, it didn't matter. The information obtained now was sufficient.
East Asia, Western Europe, North America, South America, Africa, Siberia...
There were still over a billion robots operating worldwide, all under the control of a single intelligent mind.
The failure of Australia's robots didn't matter as long as they could cause trouble for Godzilla.
Observation could influence.
Influence could change.
Change could control.
As long as they continued to study Godzilla incessantly, there would come a day when the monster would become a beast.
From the current perspective, artificial intelligences had that capability. As long as they were allowed to develop freely, Godzilla would eventually be deciphered by humans.
The humans who surpassed humans did not disappoint.
Victoria City had been destroyed by Godzilla.
Godzilla's breath, equivalent to the power of six Ivan nuclear bombs, had exploded in a dispersed manner, not concentrated at a single point, but in a line.
With each breath, the destruction radius expanded exponentially, allowing Godzilla to obliterate the entire Victoria Metropolitan Area in a single blow.
The roaring flames engulfed the remains of Victoria City, while Godzilla, after bypassing the forests, headed towards its next target: the Darwin Metropolitan Area in northern Australia.
After destroying Victoria City, Godzilla encountered no organized resistance. The natural landscapes of Australia disappeared as it ventured further north.
Cities, cities, and more cities.
In the northwest of Australia, urban areas sprawled, even denser than the extreme east, interconnected without distinction. In a sense, the term "Darwin Metropolitan Area" didn't quite do justice to it; it should have been called the "Darwin Metropolitan State," as the entire north had been transformed into a vast urban sprawl.
Godzilla showed no mercy for cities and buildings. It swept across, breath after breath, reducing everything in its path to ashes.
Flames, fireballs, black smoke, mushroom clouds.
These became the distinctive symbols of northern Australia. Even the people in the Indonesian archipelago could see the towering mushroom clouds, shrouding the sky in the backdrop of fireballs.
Each explosion generated powerful shockwaves that covered everything around it, lifting copious amounts of dust, introducing more particulate matter into the atmosphere.
On the supersonic train, the people of Australia, who had just narrowly escaped danger, looked at the horizon of their homeland. There, they could see the heavy interplay of darkness and fire, forming a cloud of black and gray smoke that spread in all directions.
Dozens, hundreds, thousands of breaths.
A total of one hundred billion tons of TNT equivalent energy was unleashed across northern Australia, far exceeding the energy Godzilla had released on the remote Eastern Islands.
These explosions would stir up unprecedented amounts of dust, creating a once-in-a-lifetime winter in the upper atmosphere.
Winter was coming.
In just a few days, the dust raised by this one hundred billion-ton breath would blanket the global atmosphere. It would destroy most outdoor plants, which would have been one of the most catastrophic events in human history if it had happened a century ago.
But now it was different. Humans no longer cultivated outdoor plants, so the cold would not affect them, nor would it bring famine.
And even if it could, it still couldn't claim the title of the most catastrophic disaster.
After all...
Godzilla was still around, wasn't it?
Pushing forward and marching on, the blue-scaled behemoth arrived at the coast of Australia.
It was time to declare that the end had come for the northern part of Australia.
Looking at the supersonic train on the sea, Godzilla exhaled a breath, causing the entire rail line in front of it to burst open, destroying the last man-made structure in its path.
As it turned back, Godzilla beheld an endless sea of fire and dust behind it.
Hundreds or maybe thousands?
The mushroom clouds behind it had turned into a gray wall, spanning from tens of kilometers in the high sky to the ground below. In the direction Godzilla faced, there was nothing but gray—no other color except for Godzilla itself.
Guided by human radar, Godzilla advanced into the gray wall it had created.
Here was a world of heat and dust. Sometimes the craters it created accidentally swallowed it up.
At times, small household robots that had survived would attack it. However, Godzilla usually didn't retaliate against them because the terrain created by its attacks often blocked their path.
The sky gradually darkened, and the brilliance of the setting sun disappeared beneath the shroud of smoke. Under the cover of the smoke clouds, a starless night emerged once again.
Goodnight, Australia.
Australia fell into slumber. Yet, Godzilla's actions continued.
After devastating northern Australia, it eagerly advanced towards the next cluster of major metropolitan areas in the country. Along this journey, Godzilla discovered something that brought it joy.
As Godzilla's footsteps shook the earth, the forests trembled around it.
In the starless night, Godzilla resembled an ancient godly peak moving forward. It surveyed its surroundings, its blue eyes the only light in this world.
The forests remained silent, with only the trees accompanying it—
At least, it should have been that way.
But as Godzilla's footsteps once again shook the forest, it detected something unusual with its sonar.
Something that filled it with joy and anticipation.
It stopped in its tracks, turning its head in the direction where the forest blocked its view. Despite the obstruction, it could sense that, somewhere in the woods, a group of creatures was fleeing from it.
Not humans, not machines.
There were many of them, and they were fleeing from it.
Some small, some large, they were a family...
They actually existed...
There were still other animals on this land...
The creatures in its perception grew farther away, taking their families with them as they fled the area.
After standing still for a while, Godzilla resumed its journey.
It had other matters to attend to.
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