As one of the founders of the National Protection Formation Plan, Tao Hongben's role and value have been clearly seen at a glance. It is not surprising that the former residence has such an attitude. As for a political entity that relies on the plan to take a fantasy and realize the way of seeing a traditional art holder who can sustainably visualize the "qi" of people/items/items. It is really impossible to talk about it. No matter what reason is used, it is not easy to establish?
Then...
Then Zhao Yang stopped talking, holding his arms, looking calm and kind, the old squad leader.jpg, Lin Sheng and others couldn't find the steps for a long time, and swearing in their hearts, angrily scolded the brothers for not being morally ruthless, but had a graceful smile on their faces like flowing water: "Well, let's discuss it again?"
It’s all about asking for a price to pay back the money, it’s all about business.
Zhao Yang was satisfied. He had already been so sarcastic on the way to come. Of course, it was not too embarrassing to his brothers in front of outsiders. So he squeezed out a word from his nostrils with a reserved attitude: "Yeah~"
The stealing of the brothers was still continuing, and the open fire fighting there was of course not falling. Although the Magician repeatedly emphasized that this was business and it was all business, the Confederacy of Amelika still expressed full condemnation and protests on this concept with practical actions. However, just like the condemnation and protests they received before the Cataclysm, they were all gorgeously ignored.
The invincible fleet with the posture of killing gods and Buddhas was unable to even endure the large-scale and large-scale rebellious sons to come to attack the tough, and was caught off guard by a group of ugly archers with wings. Whether it was the shield force field or the hull structure, it could not stop the seemingly crude arrows from the rampant rage. Under the dense shooting, even the prison vibrator coating was wiped out by them from the outside of the hull.
"Katugang! The death of Katogang really reminded this demon! The new product he developed was indeed to target me, Amelika Confederate!"
"Damn it, what should we do now? We can't fight to death, we can't defend it, and we can't defend it. Every extra minute of war lasts, our losses and the compensation for war we have to face are rising exponentially. He will put all the shit on us!"
"Where is the parliament? The high-ranking MPs, come up with countermeasures!"
“…”
The senior leaders of the fleet who defended their country gradually discovered that those MPs who were domineering and good at commanding others seemed to have not issued a "order" for a long time, and a bad feeling came to their hearts-
"Fake! What the hell are those people doing!"
"Man, don't have any fantasies. War is not their job, it is ours. They are only responsible for starting the war..."
“Can we survive until external support arrives?”
"I have no idea..."
"So, what exactly do we have to do to stop that person?"
“We can’t stop it…”
"No!" A voice came from the fleet communication: "Perhaps, we can, guys, I need your authorization to open that out of control subspace, that damn Petri dish, and a glimmer of life for us and the entire subspace!"
"You want to let those lunatics go? Absolutely not!"
"Fake! What the hell are you talking about?"
“…”
At this moment, I used a very low-key language to describe the mental state of Irving Connor: My ancestor's life is not long, so I am ready to go down the mountain and take this Extreme Emperor's Soldier to see which lucky person has this luck and share the same bones as my ancestor.
Irving walked out of the tunnel in the 9th district of Amelica's "Trumen" plan, squinted his eyes and looked at the real world outside. The sun was so dazzling and the smell of war was so wonderful. He reached out to grab the jaw of a trembling female soldier, lifted her off the ground, and looked at it carefully.
"What a great fragrance, tell me, Black Beauty, did you take a shower last night?"
"wash..."
Irving's whole face was instantly pitch black, turning into a huge monster covered with thick fog, swallowing the woman into her mouth, chewing it so loud that the juice bursts out.
The main gun pointed at him and countless heavy weapons instantly filled up their energy storage values, but Owen returned to his human form and looked around happily: "My world is destruction, where are yours?"
Irving Connor, from the 9th district of Truman, is the collapsed world. Like many subspaces with chaotic timelines controlled by Amelika, the entire subspace serves as a stocking pit. The conventional purpose is to provide Amelika with sufficient population resources, and the unconventional purpose is like now, exerting the residual heat.
District 9 has gone through 1,300 years of passion burning in the long six years of the catastrophe. It has already lost control and collapsed. The various Gu Kings fought and fought for life and death, and the great way was about to be erased. Then, they told him that now, we will give you and your world the most precious free will, as long as you come forward to solve a small disaster.
"My world, are you going to die with decency?" Old Ancestor Irving just smiled and said politely: "I... choose..."
"Madman! Monster!"
After Irving left, the captain of the Meryl aerospace ship retching for a long time in the bloody mud before finally trembling and cursing, trying to regain some dignity.
"Hello."
"Hello."
Owen looked at the massacre with great interest, and the young man's politeness was particularly in line with his appetite: "There is a monster living in your skin, and what's interesting is that I am the same."
Li Cang broke off a group of metal fragments of the giant axe from his chest and spit out half of his liver of unknown origin: "Then are you or him who is talking now?"
Irving Connor smiled: "Irving, I like other people calling me my name, so what is your name?"
"Li Cang."
"Lee, do you know that in my world, there has been no young life like you for hundreds of years. The whole world is about to die like me, and can you imagine the scene of declining like a human being?"
"I've seen it."
"Yes! That kind of scene is me...wait...what did you say...?"
The big wand roared, tearing apart a few magic professions and wandering around Licang. The burning of Aesolye was not only limited to the vicinity, but was rampant on the entire floating land. One after another, it was like a lighthouse with a strange shape. The magician finally frowned and said impatiently: "I'm not a person who is good at chatting. There is a guy over there who has a good mouth. Do you want to taste salty?"
Irving smiled and narrowed his eyes for this young child who was just a little bit old: "I originally planned to talk to you more, but it seems that there is no need!"