The US Pacific Fleet did not stay in the ruined Los Angeles for a long time, and quickly left the port and sailed westward.

The destruction of Los Angeles made the entire fleet full of fighting will, from generals to soldiers. Over the years, there has been no resistance to war. The outline of the ruins is gradually fading away from the far coast.

Natalie faced the sea breeze and was tranced for a long time. She had regretted and blamed her for the past period of time, allowing her to escape from hatred. A person with faith would eventually find a path to self-salvation.

This is the last thing she can do.

The fleet passed Honolulu, and the news that the Chinese country got from the prisoners' minds had already spread. The island country's army was retreating step by step, and the number of people from other countries increased sharply. There was no need to analyze at all. Natalie's previous positioning was not wrong, but the other party's purpose was to make it difficult for all living creatures on this planet to bear.

On November 6th, the Pacific Fleet sailed to the island country and went to Miura City. At the same time, the entire Tokyo circle was in a state of war. The Emperor settled in Utsunomiya and presided over the war situation. He called on the national resistance as a spiritual symbol.

It's the moment of survival.

The thick black smoke was like black dragons riding the wind to sweep into the sky. Groups of fighter jets passed through the thick smoke in the sky. Looking down at the city below, the tall buildings were surrounded by fire and partly collapsed, pressing down on the buildings next to them. The wreckage of the building fell on the streets, and the human body was covered underneath, revealing a leg outside.

Near the street, the armed forces with guns were advancing little by little in the dilapidated streets in the form of small teams. Then, dense gunfire sounds came from afar, and shouts of reinforcements were heard from time to time. The soldiers on this side rushed over and then encountered another team of enemies. Energy arrows flew over, bullets shot and burst the walls, or exposed pits as big as human heads. The bullets hit the armor, and while bouncing on Mars, they also drilled into the gaps and penetrated into the flesh and blood of soldiers from other countries, bringing out blood.

Such scenes are constantly being staged everywhere in Tokyo. Gunshots and explosions are intertwined together, and the whistling of shells passes through the sky, and then explosions, shrapnel and stone chips are surging.

In the smoke of gunpowder, on the spacious street, steel tracks pressed the bodies in the middle of the road, and the rotating turret made a loud bang. At the top of the building ahead, cement blocks exploded and splashed. A figure carrying a quiver dragged out a shrill scream, fell from a high place, and fell to the ground.

The next second, thunder sounded, and the color of the sky suddenly turned blue and white in people's sight. A lightning flashed through the air very quickly and hit the tank armor. The high-intensity voltage directly detonated the fuel tank. Huge flames rushed onto the street. The soldiers who were fighting nearby were flying to the street by bombs, hit the overturned trash can, or directly smashed into the glass door of the shop.

The lid on the turret was opened, and someone came out of it, with a flame in his body, jumped from it screaming and rolling wildly on the ground to extinguish the flame that burned his body. After rolling for a few times, the sound gradually stopped, and his body lay on the ground, motionless.

The black smoke rolled over the sky, and the roar of the fighter plane passed by. The pilot in the cockpit only glanced at the picture below, turned his gaze away, and continued to fly forward.

Such a scene, from taking off from the military base to entering the burning Tokyo, I saw a lot of nerves and my nerves were already numb.

Their mission was not to reinforce the army on the ground. The fleet quickly crossed here and accelerated towards Mount Fuji to the west.

On the big room, between Mount Tanzawa, the stretching foothills to the west, the long black line spreading towards Mount Fuji. The two-legged dragon beast cavalry and the one-horned and long-haired knights spread all over the mountains and scattered around, flattening the villages they encountered along the way, hanging the killed people on the trees, or piled up together, and burning them.

The air was full of burnt smell.

Under the black-bottomed and red-patterned sword blade flag, the black armored one-horned and long-haired war horse was on the verge of the body, and the iron helmet covered with armor was raised, looking at the direction of the roar coming from the sky.

I made a simple gesture to the sacrifice next to me.

"Two of the light gates on the continent in the west disappeared. The dark spear was captured by the enemy. It is likely that our purpose has been exposed and we cannot be dragged down. You can send away the annoying bugs behind you!"

On the back of the horse, the figure wearing a hood bowed respectfully and led a group of people to the top of the mountain.

The fighter planes flying over the mountains searched the ridges and coordinated with each other. When they were about to press the missile reflection button, dozens of people wearing hoods in cloaks were watching hundreds of fighter planes flying from below.

The operator flipped up, and the communicator in the cabin received the launch command almost at the same time. The pilot pressed his thumb and pressed the red button down.

The missile frames hanging on both sides of the wings were loosened, and the missiles that were hanging down had a tail flame for a moment and flew towards the target below. In the flight helmet, a pair of eyes stared at the dense missiles and flew away, and his hands unconsciously pinched them.

"Stop them--"

Many people were looking forward to it, looking at a command room where the monitor commanded the operation, everyone held their breath, and the woman even covered her mouth and looked at the screen tightly.

Top of the mountain.

Dozens of long staff were raised, and sometimes slow syllables came out of the shadow of the hood. In front of the missiles flying towards the winding mountain road below the ridge, the air seemed to become sticky, and the weapons dragging the tail flames could be seen to reduce their speed and slowly stopped.

On the top of the mountain, someone used a long staff to beat the ground, and the oscillating ripples spread from the ground, and strange patterns were generated at their feet. In the process, missiles in the sky exploded.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Hundreds of loud noises echoed between the two mountains for a long time, and the dense flames emitted a dazzling light. Even the pilot could not help but close his eyes in the fighter plane that was flying away.

However, at the moment of closing their eyes, the top of the mountain behind them had spherical figures quickly rose, and lightning bolts twisted around the sphere, or hit the surroundings, and trees were hitting, instantly igniting a large fire, or were directly interrupted and poured down.

In the command room behind the screen, someone found an abnormality on the radar and loudly notified the flight formation: "Be careful that there are unknown objects behind you who are approaching you!"

On the other side of the screen, what the flying crew received was extremely noisy noise, and the sound lines that came were already disturbed by unknown forces.

In the cabin, some people could not stand the noise and disconnected the communication. Some people discovered that the aircraft instrument was abnormal. Before they could make an emergency, the entire aircraft lost control. The roar of the engine stopped, or suddenly exploded to the extreme, and rushed forward at a speed that had never been seen before, towards the higher sky.

In the command room, all the people present became silent. They saw huge energy spheres with lightning catching up with the aircraft group, all fighter planes failed, fell to the ground, burst out flames in the mountains, or flew towards the atmosphere, and disappeared into the picture.

With more than one hundred aircraft, almost none of the pilots popped up the parachutes.

The screen stayed for a few seconds, and after a few flashes, it turned into snowflakes, and even the surveillance aircraft was cut off.

The lightning sphere passed the burning wreckage below and was still flying rapidly towards Tokyo to the east.

Then, explode.

A huge current instantly enveloped half of the city, and countless lightning bolts hit the ground, breaking through buildings, or falling into the streets, instantly blew up cars and tanks. Soldiers who were slightly closer were directly bounced away by the current, and their bodies kept twitching and trembling. The city, where there were only gunfires and explosions, sounded countless people's howlings.

The lightning storm was still falling from the sky. On the streets east of Tokyo, the fleeing convoy was extremely congested. The residents of Tokyo who were dragging their families to look back at the sky west of Tokyo. The doomsday scene made a scream of horror, and even in the convoy, the men who couldn't wait, held their children and wives, abandoned the car and joined the running ranks.

A red Mercedes-Benz was mixed with traffic. Keiko watched the crowd running wildly on both sides, constantly talking to Matsuno beside her, dispersing his fear.

However, her own words were filled with tremolo.

"Zhenghuo, can you run?"

"Well..." The little boy looked back and saw countless blue and white lightnings falling in the sky behind him, vaguely spreading towards him.

The woman tried hard to regulate her emotions, showing timidity in front of Zhenwu. Then she took a deep breath, hugged her son sideways, kicked the car door open, kicked off the beige high heels on her feet, and ran barefoot along the gaps of cars.

After helping Xia Yi find Wells, Keiko returned to the island country. After receiving the plan, she planned to transfer the focus of her work to Jiaohe City, Huaguo, and also brought Shingo there with her. However, Tokyo was attacked and it was impossible to send her passport again.

After the emperor's call came out, there was no chance to leave at this moment.

But no matter what, Huizi didn't want to bet on her and her son's lives. The only thing she could bet was to go to the airport or go to a further harbor city to try her luck... and leave as soon as possible.

"Mom, Zhenwu won't be afraid. After all, I want to be a man like Oujisan!"

The boy lay on his mother's shoulder, and the lightning flashed in his small eyes spreading towards him. Many people were gradually swallowed up in the blue and white light in his eyes.

Huizi endured the stinging pain from the soles of her feet. Listening to the screams and cries from behind, she finally couldn't hold on her face. She cried with tears in her eyes, hugging her son and squeezing the person in front of her. Her clothes were shattered, revealing her fair shoulders and a blood mark.

The crowd was crowded, and some people ran out of the city. The mixed Sakai and his son were wrapped in another group of people and rushed into the Tokyo Airport.

The crowd of people who were extremely panicked and frightened had lost control. In the midst of the outbreak, they clashed with the police and airport personnel who maintained order. Some people wanted to rush into the nearby airplane passage, but were stopped and torn, their heads were broken and blood flowed.

The voices were mixed and noisy, and the citizens who were rushing to the scene were pissed indignantly, "You beat people and don't let us go. If you want us to die, then die together!"

Airport police rushed over, were pushed and beaten, and then more policemen came over, and some even took out pistols to pull the trigger at the dome, which calmed the riot a little.

As the gunshots rang out, Huizi squeezed through the chaos with her son in her arms, her eyes passed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and swept the few flights left on the apron. Finally, she saw a somewhat worn passenger plane that was burning, and it was printed on it as the symbol of a flight in China.

It was like squeezing through the long passage. At first glance, there were crowds of people everywhere, with their bodies close to each other, making it difficult to move forward. Occasionally, chaos broke out. Only when the police came over, there was a gap for her to take the opportunity to pass by.

"You can't come here! This plane to China is not here. We came from the United States. There is not enough fuel, so we can only come here to temporarily recharge fuel... The seats above are full and you can't carry people anymore. Don't be impulsive!"

The hoarse female voice kept ringing at the entrance of the boarding passage, persuading the islanders who wanted to rush in, and some people who spoke Chinese to want to go over, but were then stopped by others. The general meaning was: I can't get in, so you don't want to get in.

In the chaos of pushing, someone started to fight. Keiko, who was holding Matsugo in the crowd, was pushed to the front and was then stopped. Someone from somewhere, punched her in the face, and suddenly she had a star-eyed look and staggered to the side, staggering to the person next to her.

"Are you okay..."

Someone spoke and held her back. Huizi's face was painful and red and swollen. She shook her messy hair and was about to thank the other party. When she turned around, she looked at the man and the two of them made a sound almost at the same time.

"It's you!"

The person who helped her was a flight attendant, Jiang Yu.

Just as the two of them spoke, the electricity from the city disappeared instantly around the passage and even the entire airport, and all the lights dimmed.

Only the sky outside was left, the lightning flashed wildly.
Chapter completed!