【Send first and then change ~】

What can a heavy fighter without weapons, ground guidance, and satellite positioning do?

Even the pilot of the No. 2 aircraft himself did not know, but he adhered to the final order and turned off all detectors above the level of the wailing Banshee.

However, the huge shadows that kept passing on the ground still made the driver of the No. 2 aircraft uncontrollably fight the cold war. He began to think that it was the shadow left by the clouds in the sky, but it was obvious that the clouds did not have a huge mouth that could sweep forward and backward, and no tail that kept swaying.

He could not tell from such a shadow that was the shadow cast by the shield-class frigate. Even if he was extremely lucky to tell the shadow of the frigate, the pilot of the No. 2 aircraft did not know how he should shoot down the other party.

In the current situation, even if he wants to adjust his course, he can't even hit the opponent's power compartment directly from the injection port.

The pilot of the No. 2 aircraft was patrolling the airspace with his cruising speed. He felt like a diver who had encountered a whale in the deep sea. There were behemoths in the darkness, and just the splashing water waves could threaten his life.

He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that his death would be worthless. The Marines took more than 300 lives to send them to heaven. Now No. 1 has been sacrificed, and he cannot think of those people for vain, but reason told him that he was powerless to change anything.

In just a few seconds, the driver of the No. 2 aircraft had spent so long, and his previous ambitions were slowly extinguished in despair.

Suddenly, he found a silver flame on the ground in the distance. The flame penetrated the thick blood mist on the ground and ignited half of the world's highest peak. The flame gave the driver a warmth that appeared from the bottom of his heart, dispelling the coldness cast by various shadows above his head.

The pilot of the No. 2 aircraft knew where he had seen this color of flame. The purified bullets they had issued before would burn such flames when they hit the Chaos Demon. Many soldiers would leave a bullet like that for themselves as a talisman to hang it around their necks, and the driver of the No. 2 aircraft was no exception.

He pulled the bullet from his neck and held it in his palm and murmured to himself: "No matter who you are, thank you for the weapons you gave us that can damage these monsters."

Regarding Xu Yichen's blood, although the Academy of Sciences has not disclosed Xu Yichen's existence, many soldiers have seen original plasma buckets transported from the Academy of Sciences. The logistics department will regularly soak the bullets engraved with runes in the plasma.

Many soldiers believed in private that an individual who could be completely immune to chaos pollution appeared among humans. The blood was drawn from his body. The Academy of Sciences used some means to create such blood on a large scale.

The pilot of the No. 2 aircraft never wanted to think about how much the blood provider himself suffered within the Academy of Sciences. Now that he saw the flames on the Himalayas, a strong impulse suddenly appeared in the mind of the driver of the No. 2 aircraft.

He may not be able to save the earth, nor can he change the world, but at least, before the world is completely destroyed, he has the opportunity to free the great man from his suffering.

"Sorry, we were unable to win with your blood in the end, we failed you." The pilot of the second aircraft kissed the bullet: "I salute you on behalf of human civilization, and now I will rescue you."

The pilot of the No. 2 aircraft controlled his wailing banshee and suddenly began to dive, rushing towards the place where the flames were most vigorous.

He had to rely on his nuclear-powered engine to paralyze the entire base and free himself and the magical blood supplier he imagined were tied to the operating table in a way that he died together.

At this time, no one could issue a new order to change his course.

The command network, which was previously integrated by the major science officials, has collapsed again with the fall of the Great Science Museum. This time, there are no new observation points to summarize information from the deceased Great Science Museum.

It seemed as if in the moment just now, the entire Academy of Sciences was removed from human civilization, and only a piece of Sasha's radio silent sound was left on each channel.

Further north, the situation in the Mao Federation was equally bad.

Vladimir should have died in the battle on the tower defense line. He swore to Xu Yichen that unless the enemy would step on his body, nothing could cross the defense line of his hand, and he did.

All 50,000 devilish Mao Federation players died in their defense, and 90% of the deaths were reported to players in the real world, but Vladimir escaped.

When he was kicked out of the game and woke up from his large life pod, several Chaos cubs were feasting in the life pod next to him. Vladimir knew that they had known the body of the life pod. They were comrades in the life pod for many years, but now there were less than half of them left.

Vladimir used his fists to deal with the Chaos Cubs who could not get on the table, and then killed a few bloodletters who wanted to sneak attack him in the blood mist, and crawled out of the underground base with a few comrades who also survived.

Their initial plan was to find a high tower to see if they could break through the blood mist blockade and contact other bases.

On the way, they lost most of their manpower, and eventually Vladimir and another powerful devilish Russian climbed a signal tower that was used to communicate with long-distance spacecraft.

They climbed up to the top of the tower hundreds of meters high with difficulty and got off the blood mist area as they wished. As a result, they saw that it was indeed a giant chaotic creature in the sky.

Vladimir's comrades cursed loudly into the sky, then slapped his large-caliber pistol into his mouth and pulled the trigger. The speed was so fast that Vladimir didn't even have a chance to block it.

The headless corpse fell backwards and disappeared into the blood mist below, leaving only Vladimir on the tower.

At that moment, Vladimir even thought that he was the only one left in this world to fight, but then he thought of him as if he thought of Xu Yichen.

"Although I don't know where you are and what you are doing, I know you are definitely not dead." Vladimir sat on the steel beam and took out a blood-soaked cigar, rubbed a flame on his fingertips with a devil's trick, and began to light the cigar.

But this flame, which was actually shaped by psychic energy, slowly faded away in front of Vladimir, and then no matter how hard he rubbed his fingers, it did not ignite again.

Vladimir began to curse in anger. What could be worse for a Russian than experiencing all this today? If anything, it must have been that he took out a broken vodka bottle from his arms.

However, after a few seconds, Vladimir suddenly stood there in a daze, and then he began to rub his fingers violently, releasing all the psychic spells he had mastered, but all failed.

But Vladimir showed incredible ecstasy on his face, and he shouted to the south: "Is it you? Xu Yichen! Did you do it? Davarich, Ula!"

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