Apocalyptic Dark Age

Amid the strong emotional fluctuations of the other party, Gao Feng vaguely sensed the other party's thoughts. He smiled slightly and nodded in agreement. Xue Wuya was not happy and continued:

"Sir, I want to go back. When I come back, the Blood Prison Family will be your staunchest supporters, even if they are enemies of the world, they will not hesitate..."

"Xue Wuya, are you crazy? Xue Wufeng is the most doted grandson of your senior Bengyun elder. If you go back and kill him, aren't you seeking death?"

Others don’t know the story of Xue Wuya, but Bilong knows it. The reason why the three of them share the same affinity is not that they are all the most outstanding children of top families, but that they are all marginal figures outside the direct lineage. Qingcheng Feixue She has a charming appearance and is not liked by her family. Her mother was born as a slave girl and is regarded as a mongrel bloodline. Xue Wuya is a side branch and is not valued by the family. His direct descendant Xue Wufeng takes a fancy to his sister and forces her to let her go. Xue Wuya was favored by the family's resources, which was originally considered a bad thing but turned into a good thing, but the problem was that Xue Wufeng was lustful and cruel, causing Xue Wuya's sister to die of grief.

When Xue Wuya goes back this time, he will definitely kill Xue Wufeng, and the Blood Prison Family attaches great importance to superiority and inferiority. Even if Xue Wuya is promoted to Bengyun, it will not change. At that time, the entire Blood Prison Family will be under siege. Can he survive? Or two things to say.

"Bilong, I said back then that your calm personality is the most boring thing. Living a life following the rules is in vain. It's better to live a happy day. You are not me, and you don't understand the way I want to live. Sir, what's wrong with me?" I have great kindness, but I also want to take great revenge, otherwise I will feel uncomfortable. Even if I die, I will die clearly..."

This is the character of Xue Wuya, who is willful, chivalrous and indulgent, not caring about the overall situation, only caring about his own clear grudges. Qingcheng Feixue wanted to open her mouth, but Gao Feng raised her hand to stop her.

"Let him go. The spear will move forward bravely only when it sees blood. The heart has no worries. The blood is boundless only when the blood is boundless..."

Qingcheng Feixue seemed to understand something, but also seemed to understand nothing. She remained indifferent. Bilong sighed and turned around. The three of them are best friends, but they have different personalities. No one can convince the other. They can only follow the instructions of Fengfeng. ideas.

Xue Wuya went on the road alone, taking away his spear, standing upright on the deck of the airship, and gradually drifted away. It was raining lightly in the sky, and the rain curtains curled up one after another, turning into a sigh that melted in Gao Feng's heart.

On this day, under the dark sky, airships and warships slowly rose up, forming a three-dimensional formation in the sky. Under the leadership of May and Bilong, they headed towards the new city, which was an important transfer station for the rekindling of underground wars. , the army that had been driven out of the underground by the biochemical beasts, under the leadership of the Xiao Lingshu people and the four major families in the southeast, recovered the lost cities and factories.

Farther away, at the very edge of the Eastern Wilderness, hundreds of Poisonous Guts are trudging through the battlefields of the old years, in the fiercely radiated land, looking for the fleets that have disappeared from the Chaos Front. These fleets will be the next step for Fengfeng to launch. An important weapon for counterattack.

The north above the north is the legendary snow country ice field that no one can cross. Wu Dao and Xian Zhao led an elite reconnaissance team in an invisible chariot and set out for the unknown area. The Jade Tribe in the central wilderness, ten Thousands of troops are redressing and gathering, waiting for the opportunity to return to their homeland.

The southeastern land released a terrifying demon king with monstrous flames, heading straight towards the wilderness. Wherever it went, creatures withered away, leaving behind a straight death zone, setting off a wave of panic in the world of Garo. At the starting point of the straight line of death , while the Chaos God King munched happily, waiting for the good news brought by the clone, it also made the desperate Grand Judge even more miserable.

Far away from China, the sky is burning. Thousands of warships and tens of thousands of unmanned fighter planes are intertwining, shuttling, and exploding in the sky. Scarlet ballistics outline complex and gorgeous geometric patterns, disappearing like fireworks. The missiles flying in mid-air fluttered like snowflakes, disappearing under the fiery red flash. The exploding fireballs fell like meteors, igniting bonfires in the mountains, forests, villages, and cities on the ground.

The huge King's Nest of Destruction is like a palace dotted in the sky, spewing out scarlet sparks of death. The modified assault ships surrounded by flames are like thousands of swifts, streaking through black lightning, shuttled around the edge of the King's Nest of Destruction, even if it is tens of millions. The interception of the light point cannot prevent it from approaching. Every time it passes by at high speed, there will always be an area in the King's Nest of Destruction that falls into complete silence.

The death network woven by the flowing fire in the sky leaves countless wreckage on the ground and gradually fades away. Occasionally, the high-speed roaring black leaves white empty tracks, leaving round black holes on the ground, or hitting the mountain peaks. , turning the towering hills into biscuits falling from high altitude, shattering their bones.

Suddenly, a huge King's Nest of Destruction became completely silent under the shuttle of hundreds of modified assault ships. Ten electromagnetic guns, hundreds of large-caliber main guns, hundreds of missiles, and projectile launch ports were all silent. If it weren't for the faint smoke lingering around the muzzle, one would have thought that the crazy firepower before was just an illusion.

An instant change completely turned the battle towards the pursuing side. The modified assault ship freed up its hands and feet, transformed from a lightning swift into a predatory falcon, and passed through hundreds of black afterimages, rushing towards the fleet hiding behind the King's Nest of Destruction. Go, maybe it won't be long before all the fleeing warships will be as quiet as the destruction of the king's nest.

On the huge battleship behind the chaotic battlefield, the command center on the bridge was as noisy as a vegetable market. Charles, who had not seen him for a long time, was sitting on the captain's throne. His straight military uniform was tailored to fit without any wrinkles. He was as neat as if he was about to participate in a cocktail. Yes, his silver-gray hair is not messy at all. Compared to the panic-stricken officers below, Charles looks more elegant.

If Gao Feng were here, he would be surprised to find that none of the officers on the bridge are moderators. They are all natural people. Some of these people have white hair, some are young and strong, and their movements are filled with strong personalities and egos, and they are in harmony with each other. The rigidity of the moderator is at odds with the silence.

The flickering lights of various equipment clearly reflected the desperate and distorted faces of these officers, their hysterical roars and wailings, and their muttered confessions and confessions. The shadow of failure has flooded the hearts of the officers. Looking for Without a method of redemption, one can only use the most primitive emotions to play the elegy for the rest of his life.

While the crazy officers were clamoring in the despair of failure and the torment of death, Charles was quiet on the throne, his calm eyes deep and distant, like a philosopher, thinking about the edge of the universe.

"Did the commander have any plans in advance?"

The young and handsome Yang looked at the calm Charles with admiration, his tone as respectful as ever.

Charles smiled and shook his head and said with a smile:

"I can't change the direction of failure, but I can choose the way of death. Death is in my hands. It is connected to the detonation signal of the twenty-five-ton high-explosive drug. I just need to press it lightly, and 'bang'"

Yang's eyes flashed with disappointment, and he glanced at the screen where countless enemy ships were approaching. He suppressed his unwillingness and asked with a wry smile:

"Isn't the commander afraid? It's possible only if you're alive, but nothing will exist if you die."

"Existence and non-existence, what value do we have to us who are about to die? Everyone knows the consequences of falling to the Chaos God King alive, so they are willing to abandon themselves to madness, and have never thought of surrender, even if they have the most despicable character If you have to choose between being eaten or dying in battle, you will choose the latter.”

While talking, Charles played with the detonator in his hand, thinking in Yang's silence, and seemed to be waiting for something. After a few seconds, Yang couldn't help but speak, causing Charles's mouth to curl up.

"General Charles, maybe we don't have to die. There is a city three hundred kilometers away. Before the battle, I arranged a shuttle ship, which is loaded with supplies and energy, enough for us to survive in this land..."

"Go ahead. You are still young and have unlimited possibilities. The world is so big and there is always a place to hide from the Chaos God King. Maybe you will set up a monument for me to record the story of our heroic death in battle."

Charles interrupted Yang's words and proved his determination with a toughness that could not be refused.

Yang wanted to persuade, but he didn't know how to persuade. The dense battleship group in front was getting thinner and thinner. The Chaos Front Guards were about to break through the last line of defense. He gritted his teeth, saluted Charles for the last time, and turned around. Run towards the passage.

Not long after, a small shuttle ship left the mothership and flew towards a distant city. At this moment, Charles suddenly gave an order loudly:

"Attention all, send surrender signal, close weapon launch port, shut down engine, recover unmanned fighter aircraft, interrupt missile, missile guidance signal..."

The flurry of instructions shocked the last desperate officers. They looked at the calm Charles in surprise. After Charles nodded to confirm, they began to operate. As various orders were executed, Charles's fleet became quiet one after another, and explosions occurred in the air. The intertwined fireballs gradually disappeared, leaving behind a suffocating silence.

The officers waited in silence, while Charles looked in the distance in the direction where the shuttle ship disappeared. A trace of ridicule flashed at the corner of his mouth, and he pressed the detonator in his hand.