The same scene appears in the eyes of different people with completely different pictures.
The indifference in Lu Ze's eyes, the confusion and fear of the Storm Team facing death, and the unconcealable shock in the eyes of Conan Gallatin and others.
Each look represents a unilaterally understood fact. It is these countless realities that are intertwined into every passing but irreversible picture of the world.
For the US Alliance Pacific Fleet, this is unbearable pain!
However, who on the aircraft carrier could have imagined that what they saw was just a picture made up in their heads - in the air waves spreading across the sea, the famous Storm Team was wiped out by the natural disaster king turtle group!
The most frightening thing is that the giant turtle didn't give everyone any time to breathe. It caught up with the anti-submarine cruiser at a speed of up to 50 knots in the huge waves and in front of countless pairs of horrified eyes. There was nothing fancy about it.
A collision.
Everyone subconsciously shrank their necks as they saw the cruiser, which cost more than 1 billion US dollars, explode into mist and turn into raging fire amidst the wail of twisted steel.
Conan Gallatin, who had traveled across the Pacific for twenty years and had risen step by step from an ordinary destroyer officer to the commander of the Ninth Fleet, felt for the first time what it meant to feel his heart bleed.
Pacific Fleet attacked!
——The culprit is this giant turtle
The cruiser sank into the sea!
——The culprit is this giant turtle!
The Storm Team is destroyed!
——The culprit is this giant turtle!
After feeling so heartbroken that I couldn't breathe, what filled my heart was endless rage and fear for the future.
The giant beast must not be allowed to wreak havoc, and the plan must be terminated early.
But at this moment, the alarm sound that echoed throughout the ship forced all thoughts back.
Woo——
Conan Gallatin's eyes fell on the surveillance screen beside him, and he felt his head buzzing, and for a brief moment he couldn't hear anything.
In the field of vision, a black tornado stretching across the sky and the earth emerged from the depths of the mist.
Wind, rain, thunder and lightning intertwined, tearing apart everything in the sky and sea crazily.
Energy barrier, missile fire...
These once great horrors have become a joke in the face of real natural disasters.
The barrier that could not be torn apart by the cyclone was directly destroyed by lightning with a temperature of 20,000 degrees.
Even the unreasonable natural disaster turtle stopped when he turned around and saw the super tornado, and then dived and disappeared in the face of countless dull eyes!
…
All the arrogant natural disaster giant turtles have escaped?
What about us?
The officers who reacted all turned their attention to Conan Gallatin, and only then did they realize that their commander's face was frighteningly pale.
"……retreat."
His voice trembled for the first time.
…
Within the coverage area of the violent tornado, a bolt of thunder fell from the sky and instantly hit where Lu Ze was standing.
But except for a slowly dissipating afterimage, where is the slightest trace of a human being?
Lu Ze has left calmly.
The intervention of the Hurricane Academy ended the agreement between Lu Ze and the Natural Disaster Giant Turtle ahead of schedule, because the fate of the Pacific Fleet was already determined.
Just as a great victory needs to be publicized, a tragic defeat also needs someone to convey it. For some people, living is more painful than death.
The raging storm swallowed up the sea surface, and the 10,000-ton battleship was lightly swept into the sky.
The fighters and mechas that took off were directly forcibly pulled back to the center by the invisible suction force, and they broke into pieces without even sparks appearing.
Natural disasters are raging.
Human beings are so small.
Roars, cries, wailings, and explosions mixed together to form a symphony of doomsday.
…
"General, please hide below deck!"
"General——"
With panicked sounds filling his ears, the pale-faced Conan Gallatin was forcibly dragged into the elevator by his subordinates as if he was in a vegetative state.
As soon as the door of the aircraft carrier shelter closed, everyone felt dizzy.
Amidst the buzzing sound of electricity, the lights went out.
With a bang, some people flew out and some fell down.
Conan Gallatin collided with his subordinates. He tasted the salty taste in his mouth, the warm fishy smell and the pain in his forehead finally brought him back to his senses.
This seems to be your own blood?
boom!
Conan Gallatin flies out again.
Only this time, he hooked his hand on an escalator and did not fall again.
But the scene in front of him at an increasingly wide angle with the water made him feel like he was in hell, and his heart felt cold.
On the periphery of the battlefield, the large 100,000-ton aircraft carrier was almost overturned. The other warships in the fleet...
"No!!——"
General Conan's mournful roar echoed throughout the shelter.
His judgment was not wrong.
The entire Ninth Pacific Fleet, except for those fighter planes and 100,000-ton aircraft carriers that had taken off early, had been completely destroyed by the storm of the century.
…
Well?
The natural disaster evil king turtle, which was diving rapidly under the sea surface, seemed to hear something. It looked back at the turbid sea surface.
Fire, thunder and dense black.
Slipping away.
The century-old giant tortoise, which is extremely intelligent for survival, paddles with all its limbs without stopping.
Too dangerous!
go home!
Even if you beat me to death, you won’t come out of this century!
…
…
The strength of all the surrounding parties was shocked by the Super Tornado, but no one except Lu Ze could witness the destruction of the Pacific Fleet with their own eyes.
The underground command center of Shencheng Fortress is now overcrowded. The super tornado is advancing on a planned track. The growth inhibition plan proposed by university scholars has initially achieved results on the giant vine. Information from multiple monitoring sources indicates that the situation is gradually coming under control.
It is only a matter of time before this beast wave is quelled.
The headquarters was still noisy, and many people's originally nervous faces gradually turned into happy faces.
Only the supreme commander, Zang Chuanping, still looked downcast.
"How is the situation of the Jiaolong space station?"
After hearing the commander's words, the staff members were a little puzzled. As the most maneuverable aerospace vehicle, the Jiaolong Space Station is completely detached from the battlefield at the moment. How could there be a safety problem?
"Everything is normal on the Jiaolong, and all students are in good condition."
Zang Chuanping cast his gaze to the other side, "Is there anything abnormal inside the Shencheng Fortress?"
"Nothing..." The adjutant blurted out at this moment as he was already familiar with the situation in the city.
However, just when he uttered three words, the originally noisy voice in the holographic battlefield simulator suddenly became strangely quiet.
It was the disappearance of a certain meteorological sound.
The adjutant's pupils shrank suddenly.
There was a moment of confusion in the eyes of everyone around him.
Zang Chuanping turned around like a furious lion and roared: "Hurricane Academy!"
The sound was like thunder, waking everyone up, and the backs of more than half of the people were covered in cold sweat within just a few seconds.
Because, in the huge holographic light curtain, the super-advanced energy reaction vortex that originally appeared red... disappeared silently.
