I Can Magically Change the Black Technology

On May 7, 178 in the federal calendar, at 1:11 a.m. Eastern time.

East of Tokyo, 500 nautical miles away.

An unquenchable flame burns on the sea.

The fleet released by the aircraft carrier group hovered in the sky, and the burning warships sank into the ocean one after another.

On the combat platform of the 100,000-ton aircraft carrier USS Solomon, Dick Acheson, the captain of the North American savior team Sharkhead, was standing on the side of the ship looking at the distant scene.

A 200-meter-long floating monster Leviathan was shot down in the sky, howling. Its huge body was riddled with bullet holes, and the rotting blood inside gushed out like a river. Immediately afterwards, it It fell from the sky and was swallowed by the raging sea.

At the end of the field of vision, in the ocean, there are several huge heads moving forward in the rough waves.

It was a sea giant whose body was almost completely engulfed by sea water.

A round of heavy artillery salvos from the battleship formation in the front, 155mm, 236mm, and 380mm naval guns spit out the flames of death. The armor-piercing projectile was enough to leave a terrifying wound on Leviathan's body, and it was even more capable of piercing the sea giant's head on the spot.

From time to time, sea giants were shot and slowly collapsed.

At every moment, the collapse of the giant monster caused a scene like the end of the world. The waves of tens of meters or even hundreds of meters rose into the sky, and some light ships that were close were even swallowed.

In addition to giant monsters, there are also a large number of sea monsters undulating in the raging waters, continuously launching boarding attacks on the Federation fleet, but these monsters in the sea are also difficult to deal with when facing the prepared modern weapons head-on. There is no advantage, many machine guns and naval gun arrays are approaching and firing. The giant monsters are dealt with by heavy naval guns, missile arrays and fighter jets. These small-caliber naval guns are completely turned into short-range guns, forming a warship The iron wall above, shoot and kill all the monsters who dare to board the ship from the sea.

The piercing roar flashed overhead. It was the missile matrix of another attack ship firing. The dense missiles dragged a long trail of flame across the sky, illuminating the light and shadow on the flames of the sea. , followed by hitting somewhere in the far sky.

This is a magnificent scene of war. Standing in such a place, a single human being will only feel infinitely small. On the bridge, even the guidance of fighter jets has been completely changed to electronics and lights. The only person standing is Dick.

Dick was a pretty young white guy, born by the sea in San Diego, and left his hometown when he joined the army, but never thought he would never have the chance to go back home.

He was the lucky one. He was not destroyed in the disaster in San Diego, but he awakened his talent, and relying on his amazing talent, he quickly became the first caste, and was recruited into the Savior team.

When he was chosen to be a member or even captain of the Saviors, he said yes without hesitation.

Even knowing that the so-called Savior Squad was no different from the Suicide Squad, Dick couldn't refuse the opportunity to expel the weirdos from his homeland.

The destruction of San Diego will be paid for in blood.

Even though more than half a year has passed, Dick has experienced a lot, and even reached the intensity of the second caste under some special items provided by the Federation, but this idea has never wavered.

At this time, he raised his head, squinted his eyes and looked at Yuankong.

The missile group just now easily tore apart a Leviathan monster in the sky. The body of that monster was torn into countless pieces in the explosion, and it turned into a rain of blood that covered the sky and rained down. Dark blue is revealed.

That's the dark blue one.

The deep blue one hangs a ray of light in the sky, and every time it hits a warship, that warship will die tragically in the brilliant flash, no matter what type, tonnage, or defense capability of the warship, there is no exception.

That is the absolute dominance of the fourth caste.

In the absence of caste strongmen of equal combat power or targeted weapons, it is a god on the battlefield.

Immediately afterwards, more weirdnesses swarmed up, covering it again in layers of guards.

The number of monsters is huge, and under the control of the dark blue ones, they have been attacking fiercely. At first they relied on the advantage of distance to gain the upper hand, but at this point, Tokyo is close at hand, and the federal navy can no longer pull away Distance, can only fall into such anxiety.

Only then did Dick turn around and return to the ship building behind him.

Sharkhead has a special lounge, Dick and his team members, a total of seven people, are here.

The size of the Savior squad is not fixed.

Dick had just returned to the lounge when Chelsea, the vice-captain of the Sharkhead Squad, stood up and said, The Federation issued an urgent order just now, and the combat requirements of the entire fleet have been re-deployed.

Chelsea is in her thirties. She has a calm personality but a cold personality. She always looks like someone owes her a million dollars. Dick rarely even sees her smile.

But today, the expression on her face became more and more serious.

Say. Dick felt the slight tremor of the 100,000-ton aircraft carrier.

That's the underwater giant attacking the warship.

Chelsea said: Shangfeng's order has been changed from the original order to block the dark blue and the servants of the deep sea sleeper master to intercepting the dark blue master and the deep sea sleeper master's servants at all costs, and delaying their landing in Tokyo. The regional navy, the Australian regional navy, and the Huaxia regional navy are all moving closer to our position and will supplement our losses.

And the Federal Headquarters hopes that... our shark head can cooperate with the savior team 'Ostrich' in the Australian Navy that is about to arrive, and jointly attack and kill the fourth caste—Deep Blue.

Hearing the last half sentence, Dick's eyes sank.

An equally young talented person in the corner frowned and said, What happened in Tokyo? If we block the dark blue one, we'll die.

You're right, Ryan, this is death. Dick replied affirmatively, his eyes swept over his shark-headed players, Chelsea in front of him, Ryan in the corner, Alice with twin ponytails by the porthole , the burly talented Baron, and the most timid talented Roger.

All his players are here.

Dick said: Isn't this clear? Only if we block the dark blue ones can the Federation fleet hold on for longer. No matter what happens in Tokyo, we only need to dive order.

Because our battlefield is here. We can only play a role in the overall situation if we position ourselves well.

Get ready, today is our last battlefield.

He looked around the entire lounge, noticed the faint depression in the air, and said solemnly: There are countless savior teams, and there are countless individuals in countless teams, because it is impossible to save the world by only one person, and the name of the only savior is ten thousand people. names linked together.

Come on, saviors, it's time for us to save the world.