"Uh..." The information Mi Shan learned from Marshal Wu Yi also caused several game characters to get into trouble.

They gathered next to Mi Shan, looked at each other for a long time, Jia Jia asked in a weak voice:

"In other words, we are actually villain settings?"

"It seems...it's really like this..." Mi Ying spread her hands and said.

Before, when Mi Ying heard Mi Shan mention the white sheets she encountered in this world, she also took the initiative to say that after occupying this world, she would personally remove any of the white sheets that made her boss angry.

As a result... I didn't expect that the boss was the boss behind the white singles!?

"Who is the boss behind the scenes? I didn't know if it was good or not before!" Mi Shan said speechlessly.

"That... Since that Indica sister is the same as us, that Indica sister is yours." Mi Ying said.

"I am not interested and will not impose my worldview on you." If Mi Ying hadn't been a little far away from her this time, Mi Shan, who would have been serving with her hand, said:

"And after all, it's just a one-sided statement from Sister Shuang. What's going on? Let's find the indica first."

"But what if it was really just like the Navy Marshal said?" Mi Ying asked boldly.

Hearing Mi Ying's words, Mi Shan stood up from the seat and moved behind Mi Ying.

Feeling Mi Shan standing behind him, Mi Ying instantly entered a state of hair fur.

"Wait...Boss..." Mi Ying wanted to take back what she said just now, and raised her hand to cover her head and wanted to make a squat and defend against her head.

But this time she welcomed not Mi Shan’s hand knife, but the arms on her shoulders.

Mi Shan gently rubbed Mi Ying's shoulders, and said while feeling the soft and delicate feel: "I just won't impose my worldview on you, not that I am used to any behavior you do, and I will let you go."

"Old... Dad, you are so... so great." Mi Ying, who had changed her name to Mi Shan, turned her helping eyes to several other game characters, especially her sister Mi Lin.

However, no one was willing to come forward to help Mi Ying.

Although Mi Ying has always performed well, long live the boss, and the boss is the highest, in the eyes of Green Hill, the Holy Light Lord and Vayne, the ancient god, Mi Ying's soul is black from the inside out.

The characters present all knew very well that Mi Shan was not only evaluating the "General of Indica", but also pounding Mi Ying. I hope Mi Ying would not do it too much.

Apart from rubbing Mi Ying's shoulders, Mi Shan, who did not do anything else, said: "Prepare a plane for me, and I will go to Indica in person."

"Don't you need a warship to accompany you? Sir." Greenhill asked.

In terms of speed, the flight speed of Yichen Yusheng is not much slower than the current sixth-generation flying bird fighter in the atmosphere.

"No, you guys stay here, it's better for Vayne to be with me." Mi Shan said.

"...Yes, sir." Greenhill was silent for a while, his eyes fluttered and understood what Mi Shan was planning.

"Are we going to be prepared for both? Dad?" Mi Lin asked directly with a very frank and fuss.

"Well..." Mi Shan let Mi Ying go with a calm mood, and Mi Ying let go of her breath.

Mi Ying also knew that Mi Shan turned a blind eye to many things she did, otherwise the lampposts of the People's Revolutionary League would not be enough for those things she did.

...As for the many things that can cause trouble... those former Atomic Gods who pronounced the name "Missiah" as "Messiah".

Behind it is Mi Ying, a naughty child. She forced this into a desperate attempt to deal with Mi Shan’s death order that prohibits any religious beliefs, making Mi Shan feel that sooner or later, the Second Death Legion will change its name to the Word Bearer.

The scene of a sixth-generation flying bird fighter leaving the Yichen Resurrection and rushed into the sky did not attract much attention.

The prototype ship girls and warship humans of the Navy Headquarters garrison fleet found that this group of troops who had just rescued themselves and seemed to be very good at post-nuclear war reconstruction work, entered a strange state of preparation.

The soldiers who went out in teams had a set of power armor, and those who didn't have one stayed in various tanks and tanks most of the time.

The centurion's power armor, several meters high, patrols back and forth, and the imperial guards who once COS Angel Legion were also patrolling in groups of three.

As the prototype of the ship girl and the warship humanoids, they were very sensitive to the fact that these "alien humans" who seemed to come from another world began to be wary of themselves.

And all this started after the other party’s leader met with Marshal Wu Yi.

An atmosphere of tension and doubt immediately filled the ruined Pearl Harbor Fortress after the war.

The most pressure is the prototype ship girl and the BIG7 special operations team that were transformed into the deep sea by Mishan.

"So...if your current commander really wants to fight us, are you on the other side too?" Nagato asked South Dakota, who had reopened his suit with some trepidation.

"..." South Dakota remained silent about this question, and Washington, who had been saying that he wanted to surrender to the enemy, did not say anything.

What Washington resents people, not these companions at the Navy headquarters...or comrades in the army.

In fact, without the support from the Navy Headquarters, Washington could not investigate the incidents of that year as a wandering ship girl.

As for another Kutuzov, she still believes that she is a garrison...

At least she thought so herself, and she has not been consciously as a deep sea Qiji in recent days, and has kept checking in at her original position.

She was even very dissatisfied because she had not arranged an attack patrol mission.

Her former colleagues all expressed that they were under too much pressure and hoped that Nagato could take care of her.

Nagato said helplessly, "I can't care about it..." You might as well treat her as a ship girl."

"I will" four deep-sea ships transformed by Mishan, only Tirbitz and one deep-sea ship, stood on Mishan's side so decisively.

"..." Nagato and several deep-sea saki beside Tirbitz all showed inexplicable expressions.

Is this still the Tirbitz in my memory? Even when everyone was in the deep sea, Tirbitz had all the choices to let his sister do it. If it weren't for not being able to do it, he would have almost handed over all the fleets under his command to his sister to manage.

"I promised the commander that as long as he allowed me to deal with my sister's affairs, I'm his." Tilbitz looked like he had sold himself, and then turned his head to South Dakota and Washington, and said:

"And if that time really comes, do we have any choice?"

"Ah..." South Dakota and Washington both remembered their transformation methods, and the memory of the SAN value returning to zero when they saw Vayne's ontology.

It seems... Tilbitz is right. Unless he becomes a ship girl again, he will drink the deep sea transformed by the blood of the ancient god like this, and he will have no self when the blood-giving ancient god needs it.

Although I don't understand why South Dakota and Washington showed such expressions, Nagato still clearly felt that the question he just asked was meaningless.

That's right, even if there is no hatred, I'm no longer the same.

Somehow, the communication between Nagato and the several Misugi-san-Kuhiki, who were the representatives of communication, made it known to the garrison fleets who stayed at the Navy headquarters.

Suddenly, the relationship that was originally pretty good became tense.

The reconstruction work that has made good progress is almost stopped, especially after Mi Ying's Second Death Legion began to habitually dig trenches, the smell of gunpowder filled every inch of air.

Lying in a static field to play the game console... The invasion of the deep sea completely hindered the development of some aspects of human civilization. The Navy's favorite game console is still the red and white machine.

Marshal Wu Yi, who has not been tired of playing with the red and white machine for more than ten years, only issued one order to report on these situations:

"If you can't help but open the fire first, please hang your own southeast branch. You are embarrassed to be bullied and hang your own southwest branch."
Chapter completed!