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"Miraluz!!"
The moment they spotted the familiar form of the four-legged flying dragon, panic swept through the crew.
Brooks, Lin Shan, Colonel Foster, and the others sprang into action.
"His size has increased again! Wingspan is over 150 meters, and body length more than 50! My God, this growth rate is terrifying! If this keeps up, he'll reach Titan-class levels in no time!"
"He's approaching at supersonic speed. We have to intercept him—now!"
"Standard-2 air defense missile—lock on target! Fire!"
At Colonel Foster's command, the four eight-missile vertical launch systems mounted on the forward deck of the Burke-class destroyer sprang to life.
The hatches burst open with a metallic clang.
BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOM!!
One after another, Standard-2 missiles ignited and launched into the sky.
Each one was eight meters long and weighed 1,350 kilograms, guided by vector control and powered by dual-stage rocket boosters.
Within seconds, they were flying at Mach 3 toward their target.
With such velocity and firepower, there was no way Miraluz could dodge—let alone survive.
The outcome seemed inevitable.
"Die, monster!!"
Brooks and Lin Shan could already picture the dragon's body torn apart midair, a bloody cloud marking his end.
At last, they thought, they would have justice for their fallen comrades—James and Weaver.
BOOM BOOM BOOM—
A series of thunderous explosions lit up the sky.
Fireballs erupted, smoke rose in thick columns, and mushroom clouds curled into the air above the impact zone.
"Direct hit!!"
"Miraluz must be dead!"
"No creature could survive that many supersonic missile strikes! Even a 10,000-ton battleship would be vaporized!"
As smoke billowed in the sky, the crew began to cheer. Some even popped open bottles of champagne in premature celebration.
"James, Weaver—we got him," Brooks whispered, exchanging a look with Lin Shan.
At last, the heavy weight they'd carried for so long seemed to lift.
Despite earlier setbacks—mainly due to the Seahawk helicopters and ground troops being ambushed by mutant dinosaurs on Nublar Island—their destroyer had completed its mission.
Miraluz, the root of all this chaos, was destroyed.
All that remained was to clean up the mutant dinosaur threat and restore peace to Isla Nublar—to honor those who had sacrificed everything.
"ROOOAAARRR—!!"
But then, a deafening roar shook the heavens.
The sound tore through the air like a hurricane, blasting away the smoke with a shockwave.
As the haze cleared, Miraluz reappeared—untouched.
The enormous dragon surged forward at the same terrifying speed, completely unscathed.
"He... he's still alive! Not a single scratch!"
"This is impossible! Even that didn't kill him?!"
"What are you waiting for?! Fire everything! Intercept him!!"
The mood turned instantly.
Moments ago, Monarch had believed they'd secured a glorious victory.
Now, horror gripped them all.
BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOM!!
Missile after missile launched into the sky, flooding the air with smoke and fire.
A storm of explosions erupted around the dragon.
But it wasn't enough.
Miraluz kept coming—his massive, menacing form slicing through the chaos.
The missiles only slowed him slightly. None could truly hurt him.
Brooks, Lin Shan, Colonel Foster, and the rest of the crew fell into stunned silence.
The full firepower of a Burke-class destroyer—enough to obliterate a city block—had done absolutely nothing to Miraluz.
"Did you really think... you could kill me?"
Jack ignored the countless supersonic missiles streaking past him.
It was as if he were merely basking in warm water, enjoying the sensation.
At this point, his physical strength and defenses had far surpassed anything conventional weaponry could touch.
Missiles couldn't even leave a mark.
And even if by chance a scale was dislodged or his skin scratched, his body's rapid regenerative abilities would heal it in an instant.
"Your turn is over. Now it's mine."
The moment of indulgence ended. A cold glint flashed through Jack's crimson dragon eyes.
He opened his massive maw—and from the depths of his throat, a pulse of pure sonic energy erupted.
Sonic pulse.
"BZZZZZ—"
The air rippled violently, so much so that the waves of sound were nearly visible.
The pulse slammed into the Burke-class destroyer like an invisible tidal wave.
Cracks spread like spiderwebs across the hull's reinforced armor.
The windshield shattered into glittering shards.
The tall aluminum-alloy masts of the bridge groaned and snapped like twigs under the pressure.
And the people?
They didn't stand a chance.
A wave of disorientation and nausea surged through the crew.
Their organs twisted inside them.
They clutched their heads, their chests, gasping for breath as if the very air had turned against them.
"Pfftt—"
Blood poured from the nose of one crew member, then his eyes, ears, and mouth. He collapsed, his body twitching, unable to speak.
The only sound left in him was a hoarse, rattling wheeze.
One by one, the same horrific scene repeated across the ship.
Within seconds, most of the crew, including Brooks, Lin Shan, and Colonel Foster, had fallen.
They writhed on the floor, limbs convulsing, muscles seizing under the unbearable internal assault.
Sonic weaponry.
No metal. No fire. Just sound—pure, focused, and devastating.
And it was only the beginning.
They were barely conscious—numb, dazed, clutching onto the last threads of awareness—when the truth finally struck them.
Miraluz possessed a weaponized sonic ability.
High-frequency sound waves generated overwhelming air pressure, strong enough to fracture reinforced steel and tear apart the ship's hull.
Low-frequency waves were even worse—they didn't just attack the ship, they attacked the mind and body.
The vibrations wreaked havoc on the brain and internal organs, inducing confusion, hallucinations, nausea, and even dislocation of organs.
The range was massive—the lethality, unimaginable.
And that was just the appetizer.
"BOOM—!!"
Jack descended like a meteor, a streak of power crashing from the sky.
The shockwave from his sonic-speed dive hit before his body did—an invisible force equal to a barrage of high-explosive bombs.
The Burke-class destroyer groaned and split under the pressure, bulkheads rupturing, metal shrieking.
Crew members were flung through the air like ragdolls, their bodies slamming into walls and ceilings, casualties mounting by the second.
And then came the killing blow.
Jack's 5,000-ton dragon form collided with the hull at full speed.
The impact was cataclysmic. Sonic force met raw mass.
The destroyer didn't just break—it disintegrated, shattered like glass under the crushing weight and velocity.
Steel twisted like paper, explosions ripped through every compartment, and what remained of the vessel vanished beneath the waves.
Most of the crew were obliterated in the initial impact.
The few who weren't were thrown into the boiling sea, clinging to shattered debris—if they were lucky enough to be conscious.
Now, all that remained was a scorched ocean littered with ship fragments... and humans, as small and helpless as mayflies, thrashing in the chaos.
Even now, they couldn't believe it.
That mighty warship, so confident and imposing just moments ago, had been completely erased—in the blink of an eye.