I Can Magically Change the Black Technology

At 2:16 in the Dongying Region.

East of Tokyo, 245 nautical miles.

The federal front has retreated to Liwu Island, which cannot be found on ordinary maps. It is a small island with a total area of ​​less than 500 square meters. It has no value in terms of military affairs, people's livelihood, and commerce. , but today it has become the last safe place for a lucky man.

Just a few minutes ago, the 100,000-ton aircraft carrier combat platform Solomon was hit by the attack of the deep blue ones, broke in the center like a crispy soda biscuit, and fell into the deep sea burning.

In the sky, hundreds of giant Leviathans let out roars that shook the sky.

Indigos are soaring along the skyline.

Roger was snatched out by Dick. When the explosion happened, they were preparing to launch the first and possibly the last attack on the dark blue ones. But before they could board the transport plane, Solomon was silent. Roger was scared. The souls of the dead are all desperate, almost even forgetting their own abilities. When struggling frantically in the sea, it was Dick who rescued him and led him to penetrate the chaotic sea area of ​​the sinking huge aircraft carrier fragments. on the shore.

Roger choked on several sips of water, his face was pale, he coughed violently when he landed on Liwu Island, his body trembled crazily from the fear of death, like an epileptic rooster, he saw Dick slumped on the shore in a daze .

The front line on the sea is collapsing, and with the sudden attack of the dark blue one with all its strength, the federal army can't stop it in this sea area, one after another the warships are burning with raging flames and sinking to the bottom of the sea.

The whole ocean seemed to be on fire.

As far as the eye can see, there are flashes of destruction everywhere.

The sea and the starry sky become the same crimson color, only a touch of dark blue is the indelible coldness in this fiery red.

The single-winged fighter plane slanted down the skyline.

The sea giants walked through the destruction, and the Leviathans in the sky let out roars that shook the sky.

That is the fourth caste.

Without any pre-measures, it is a god on the battlefield.

The eccentrics are penetrating the lines of the Federation Navy, heading unstoppably towards Tokyo.

Roger curled up on the ground, the huge fear was like an invisible big hand, stuck his throat, making him almost breathless.

In the distance, on the wreckage of the warship, desperate soldiers looked at the monster army going away and wailed in despair.

Dick slammed his hat on the ground, unable to accept that they were out of the game before they even showed their strength.

Is the fourth surname really that powerful?

But at this moment, Dick suddenly heard something, he turned his head, and saw a twin-rotor transport plane with billowing smoke flying across the burning sea at low altitude, appeared in his field of vision, and finally stopped at the small The skies above the small island of Liu.

The people inside tried to open the twisted hatch, but with a loud bang, the hatch fell straight down.

The girl with ponytails who opened the door was stunned for a moment, then she came back to her senses, looked at the dejected Dick and the startled Roger on the edge of the island, and showed a sweet smile that seemed like she shouldn't have appeared on this battlefield at all: Hey, Guys, do you want to come aboard?

That was Alice.

Dick was pulled onto the dual-rotor transport plane by her, Chelsea, who was expressionless in the driver's seat, turned to look at him, Ryan in the corner waved to him, and Barron and Alice dragged Roger, who could barely stand, into the transport plane together.

At that moment, Dick was almost stunned.

Alice patted Roger on the back to appease her disappointing companion, and smiled at Dick: Captain, what should we do?

Chelsea in front said without looking back: The communication device of this thing is damaged, now it's time for you to order.

We... Dick was still a little absent-minded, and he came back to his senses after a while. His eyes gradually became firm, and his tone became serious and unquestionable. He said, Let's go to Tokyo.

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At 2:23 in the Dongying Region.

The East China Sea in the Huaxia Region.

At this moment, it is the middle of the night here, but the sky and the earth are crimson. Zhou Hongshen woke up after a brief faint, and before he was surprised that he did not die in the nuclear explosion, he rushed to eject himself out when the fighter plane completely fell into the sea. Then he was stunned by the scene in the sky.

The glow, high heat and radiation of the explosion of the three-phase bomb did not spread and annihilate as imagined. Instead, it seemed to be bound by some force, forming a funnel-shaped arc of light in the sky, buckling upside down in the sky , The crimson and gold intertwined light painted the sky of the East China Sea in the middle of the night into an unprecedented magnificent scene, just like the aurora.

Even though he was close at hand, he couldn't feel the terror of that power.

Zhou Hong was stunned, not knowing why this phenomenon happened.

Until he saw a little brighter light in the aurora.

That is a god-worshiping species.

The only and the last god-worshiping species in the sky over the East China Sea.

Behind it grows six wings outlined by light, holds a golden spear, and its body and face are bathed in the aurora-like brilliant divine light. Like a traction, it flows back to the end of the sky and diffuses on the banks of the Milky Way.

At that moment, the entire sky shone like sea water, and the sky and the earth were one color. Zhou Hongshen had never seen such a scene.

Then, the figure lowered its eyes to look at him, then turned its head, gathered the six light wings behind it, and flew out like an arrow from the string, turning into a golden light in Zhou Hongshen's eyes, and disappeared in the blink of an eye At the end of the sky.

That direction, if Zhou Hongshen remembered correctly, should be the direction of Tokyo.

Zhou Hongshen had never seen the so-called fourth caste, but he felt that the god-worshiping species might be the so-called fourth caste.

But when he came back to his senses, he looked around and saw a large number of pilots floating in the sea, all alive, looking at each other.

All sixty fighter planes were destroyed, but more than 90% of the pilots survived. This is theoretically impossible and should not happen.

In the last glance just now, the god-worshiping species looked at all of them.

Realizing this, Zhou Hong was stunned.

In the distant East China Sea Combat Command Center, Xie Licheng murmured: The three-phase bomb is effective, but it completed the transformation of the fourth caste before the three-phase bomb killed them...No...

The expert slowly raised his head, looked at the picture sent back by the painting, the golden light that disappeared from the dust, and said slowly: It's not important anymore.

Because...maybe...they...don't need us to deal with them at all.

Xie Licheng leaned back in the chair, as if drained of all his strength, looked at the existence he had dealt with countless times, and said with a sigh.

Worshiping the gods.

A god-worshiping species...

What a god-worshiping species.

What a god-worshiping species!

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