Chapter 298: Mad, Everyone Has Gone Mad

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation , Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

As the blade came down, Ah Mu felt completely exhilarated, as if his soul had ascended.

However, the mech’s sword was so sharp that it only sliced the church in half without collapsing it.

This wouldn’t do.

He swung the sword again, sending several streaks of light flashing through.

The church below was reduced to ruins.

Yet even this didn’t satisfy him; he continued to control the mech, stomping on the remains of the church.

Tang Rui, who was watching at home, couldn’t wrap his head around the situation. What was going on?

Rushing into Jerusalem, you would think the obvious target would be the Knesset—to decapitate the leadership or destroy the enemy’s nerve center, leaving them brainless.

But instead, Ah Mu headed straight for the church.

He sliced the church into more than a dozen pieces and continued to thrash the remains, as if wanting to grind every last piece to dust.

This approach was hard to comprehend.

Ah Mu’s actions left Tang Rui dumbfounded, but Ah Ne in the Lion’s underground base was thrilled.

“Great job, that’s how it’s done!”

Ah Ne was dancing and shouting, his face flushed with excitement.

It wasn’t just the Iranians-when the other families learned of this, they too began celebrating, more lively than a festival.

Several princes, in their excitement, even smashed their sports cars.

They were so overwhelmed.

Had they been able to park private jets at home, they might have smashed those too.

In contrast to the neighbors’ excitement, the situation at the Israel Knesset was as if they had lost a beloved parent.

No, not even that.

They wouldn’t have reacted this way even to a parent’s death.

■’Inform the artillery, bomb the temple on the top of the holy mountain. Flatten

it, leave no debris.”

“But Elder, that place can’t be bombed…”

“Silence, bomb it, bomb everything!”

■■Execute the order, if we can’t have it, they can’t either. Blow it up.”

“Understood.”

The troops below received the order and immediately adjusted their artillery, unleashing a saturation attack on the Golden Cauldron XX Temple atop the holy mountain.

With the barrage, the temple, built over 700 years ago, was finally destroyed under the artillery fire.

Back in the 1950s, Israel had wanted to demolish this temple but held back considering international relations.

Years ago, they wanted to build a third holy place but had no room on the holy mountain.

They still contemplated demolishing this temple.

However, upon learning this, the Middle Easterns immediately organized a coalition to fight Israel, an intensity even America couldn’t stop.

Eventually, America had no choice but to restrain Israel from causing further trouble.

Just like that,

Israel’s desire to demolish Golden Cauldron XX Temple had never materialized.

In fact, that temple standing there was an eyesore for Israel.

Just like how Ah Mu felt about the Cathedral X.

Now, since their opponents had struck home, they had no more reservations.

You demolish my holy place, I’ll demolish yours.

Nobody would get off easy.

Those who didn’t understand the situation wondered why Israel was suddenly lobbing shells at itself, in a crazy whitewashing spree.

But those in the know, however, understood that something big was about to happen.

The destruction of the Dome of Rock couldn’t be contained.

The Middle Easterners, who were reveling at home, were stunned upon

hearing this news.

Was that their holy place?

Destroyed by Israel?

Damn it!

“Rally, follow me into battle, let’s annihilate them.

Upon receiving this news, eighteen neighboring countries started mobilizing their forces.

The three closest to Israel, Lebanon, Egypt and Jordan went crazy, ordering their frontline troops to move out.

“Destroy them!”

Forget international treaties, just annihilate them.

“The holy place is gone? Ah Mu, go demolish their first and second holy places, tear down that wall, scatter their ashes.

“Understood.”

Ah Mu, frenzied, charged towards the holy mountain, raising his sword and slashing at the second holy place.

The news left the Israeli Knesset in utter despair, like they were holding a family funeral.

“Launch the nukes, take them down with us.”

“No, we can’t use nukes.”

There was no consensus within the Knesset about using nuclear weapons, as they knew that once these were launched, there would be no turning back.

While they debated over nuclear weapons, the Middle Easterns didn’t hesitate. Although they had nukes, the launch authority wasn’t in their hands. But besides those, they had other missiles, not just those sold by the Americans.

Even the fire-fighting rockets Crimson sold them could reach Jerusalem.

Before, they had hesitations.

Now, everyone had gone mad, with no more reservations.

Missiles rained down on Jerusalem like they were free, the targets random, just firing into the fray.

Fighter jets took off, dropping bombs.

It wasn’t just the Middle Easterners-other wealthy families who had previously grouped together to buy equipment from our country also made the same decision.

Missiles launched like there was no tomorrow and fighter jets took to the skies. The American carrier fleet, docked at the coast, received the data link from the early warning aircraft.

On the radar screen, a sky full of missiles crazily headed for Jerusalem. Fighter jets from various countries, without formal notice, flew into other nations’ airspace, guided by ground control towards Jerusalem.

At that moment, the entire Middle Eastern world united like never before.

“Oh my God!”

The commander of the Fifth Fleet, looking at the chaos in Jerusalem, reluctantly sent the news back home.

As for the Israeli Knesset’s request for support, they pretended not to hear. They had promised to deploy fighter jets against the mechs and had done so, even launching a tactical neutron bomb.

But as for the outcome, that wasn’t their concern.

They were just paid to do a job.

Supporting Israel now would mean contending with the entire Middle Eastern world, and the previous payment didn’t include help in warfare.

Even if they were to get involved, it couldn’t be at this moment. Notwithstanding the usual incompetence of the Middle Eastern forces, who couldn’t even defeat the Slipper Army in the past, with tanks being captured by infantry, they were also afraid to die, unwilling to fight.

But now the situation was different.

Even the Middle Eastern’s tank units were roaring towards Jerusalem.

A fearless force, with money spent on top-tier equipment, their combat power was unimaginable.

With the Middle Easterners on full throttle, they’d still charge through, even if America tried to stop them.

Their crazed demeanor reminded the commander of the days when the Soviet commissars charged with kitchen knives..