"Coordinate 139.489.36X, flying objects were observed inside the black barrier area! Yes..." The first scientific officer who sent the signal was unable to say the object he observed. The branch of the Academy of Sciences where he was located had been breached by the Demon Sorrow Army at that time.

When the scientific officer reported the coordinates, the guard behind him, who had been eroded by terror, had pierced his left lung with a dagger. If it weren't for the multiple implants in his body, he wouldn't even finish saying that.

However, the coordinate system he reported successfully led other observation devices to lock.

"It is a shield-class frigate, our ship is definitely affiliated with the Sixth Colonial Fleet." A large scientific official who had highly mechanized himself summarized news from all sides deep in his base.

This great science official has 120 robotic arms, which are semi-permanently integrated with the control base, so at this time he still has the strength to integrate information on the basis of resisting the invasion of the terrorist army.

"The target is falling and no signs of autonomous power were observed."

"The target is falling towards the direction of Mao Zedong Federation. The warning message has been sent and no response has been received. The communication between us and Mao Kingdom has been cut off seventeen minutes and thirty-two seconds ago, and the cause cannot be determined."

"The black barrier area is expanded, and the moon will collide with the black barrier area in ten seconds. All units that can receive the message, please pay close attention to the collision reaction and summarize the data at me. If I am offline, the data summary work will be transferred to workstation No. 79. After workstation No. 79 goes down, it will be transferred to workstation No. 111. The entire list of transfer order has been sent to memorandums of each workstation. Please check it."

The major scientific officer completed the data analysis work in a few seconds and sent the subsequent work to each base station.

There are new workstations offline almost every moment, and the computing power of the entire Academy of Sciences is declining rapidly. Even the major scientific officials themselves do not know how long their online duration can be extended.

"The subspace energy reflection data has just rebounded. It is suspected that the subspace energy reaction has increased due to contact with the black barrier area. The overall subspace energy reaction reduction rate has dropped by three percentage points. The effective time of the Great Vortex Plan will be delayed by 13:72 seconds."

"The data of the Himalaya Station is abnormal. Xu Yichen's life capsule is offline. The basic degree cannot be observed and real-time monitoring cannot be carried out. Will the automatic maintenance program be started?"

Bad news comes one by one, and the great scientific officials handle these tasks with the highest efficiency. After the relevant departments have died in name only, the Academy of Sciences has become the last hope for human resistance. Of course, only these highly developed scientific officials can continue to respond in such a short time.

"Recalculate the models of the Great Vortex and Black Barrier Zone based on the new data. As long as the subspace energy decay brought by the Great Vortex remains stable, ignoring all the signals of the Himalayan station, we cannot distinguish which are real signals and which are deception signals." The great scientific official made the most helpless decision.

Even now, the Academy of Sciences cannot fully determine how many Tsengqi believers there are within it. Since the beginning of the transformation of the Himalaya Station, countless scientific officials have participated, and the major scientific officials do not want to take risks.

At this moment, he could only expect that the auspicious people on Xu Yichen would have their own appearance and that there would be no accidents.

"The target frigate has left the black barrier area and is crashing north from the contact point, and the crash site is northern Siberia!"

"Is it the frigate carrying green meteorites?"

"It's it, there's no response, I've given an interception order, but I've not received any response from air bases and air defense fire points."

"In the samsara of ghosts, evil gods are teasing us, and they are going to reshape the history of this world under our noses."

"I received a response signal from Air Force Base 55, where we had two wailing banshees already cruising through the airspace."

"Finally there is good news."

A few minutes ago, at the northwest of the Loess Zone, at Air Force Base No. 55, twelve soldiers wearing yellow spring-style exoskeletons built a simple isolation belt in the bloody mist, escorting the two pilots towards the hangar.

God knows how lucky they are. When blood mist spread throughout the base, the Marines were able to find the body of a orderly soldier carrying paper orders in a chaos, and then, with their familiarity with the terrain, they found two surviving pilots from the sea of ​​blood in this low-visual environment.

The price was that the seventy-five Marines were finally left with only twelve people in front of them, nine of whom were recruited to the Yellow Spring Commando. Among the only three veterans, the highest rank was a lieutenant.

"Lieutenant, if we can enter the hangar smoothly and start the plane, we still need the authorization of the tower to leave the warehouse." One of the pilots whispered with an automatic weapon: "Are you sure there are still people living on the tower now?"

"I'm not sure, but that's how the command I'm writing. Those who give the order must have considered this issue." The lieutenant used thermal imaging to search around. After experiencing several life-and-death tests, he already knew that the situation he was in was an asymmetric war in which he was one-way transparency to the enemy and his side completely lost his vision.

"They can see us, so you don't have to whisper." The lieutenant aimed in one direction with his senses and shot with the electromagnetic rifle in his hand. The nail-like bullets knocked a bloodletter standing in the corner into a sieve.

On the way to the hangar, the Marine lost another third of its manpower, and the only thing that is thankful is that the pilot is still safe and sound.

After the pilot's determination, the good news was that the hangar had been opened, and the bad news was that only one wailing banshe was full of loads, and the other wailing banshes were vacant.

But yes, it's better than nothing.

A few weeks ago, there were more than 17,000 aircraft of various different models in the Loess area that could be launched at any time. Now, with the continuous battle with the Chaos Demon, this number has approached zero.

Even before the blood mist appeared, although the Loess Zone could replenish various types of combat aircraft at a speed of 75 per day, the pilots could no longer keep up because the combat loss rate of air combat was as high as 92%.

The lieutenant had no doubt that the two pilots who were now protecting him were most likely the last two pilots in the Loess Area who could fly heavy fighter jets like the Wailing Banshee.

"Fly, it's better to die in the sky than to die in this place!" The lieutenant dispersed his squad into two, each protecting a pilot to his respective fighter planes.

The moment the wailing banshee took off, the remaining Marines were also overwhelmed by the bloodletters.

"All units that receive this message, please intercept the shield-class frigate in the airspace of 335.125.90A and destroy it on the spot. This is a direct order from the Academy of Sciences and it concerns the whole world! Repeat, all received..."
Chapter completed!