Nightmare’s Call

Cassius silently shuts down the Aurora chat group platform.

Just blew with the red whale for a long time. What plane of the world, time vortex and the like.

The other person's tone was as loud as ever. I sat watching the clouds, the wind was light, and the taste of the sun and the moon changed.

It's a pity he has seen everything through.

The red whale is indeed a strong man, but not as strong as he is. That guy is more like forcing himself to use theories and realms speculated by others.

The counterparty is, in fact, just like him, a marginal person in a special environment.

"Hmm ..." He sighed.

Many chat platforms have been deserted. Few people were talking above.

Invincible Superman, walking wind, jewelry processing and other elderly people have been diving for a long time.

Since Holy Light helped everyone complete the platform. It seems that everyone is busy doing what they do in reality, instead of chatting and talking on the platform.

"Helpless ..."

Kashua put her hands in her pockets, counseled her neck, and tried to get herself into the turtleneck sweater.

Without a chat platform to pass the time, life is more boring than sleeping.

Stroll in the streets in late autumn.

There are clever smiling young girls everywhere in this humble city, dressed in flowers, with flowers on their heads, and slowly walking on the street.

This is a flower festival, at this time it is said that girls can get good luck by wearing flower branches on their heads.

If a flower bud sprouts after wearing it for a day, it means that good things are paired.

Cassia shook his head silently.

As a rare powerful person in the city, he naturally knew that such things were nonsense.

But people's boring life always needs some adjustments.

"Well ... still playing on the sand sculpture net .... Unfortunately, hope that the purple time will not speak, these two are said to be original sister paper."

He walked to a bar on the street and pushed in.

Behind the door stood several men and women in fancy clothes. Several people looked back and saw that it was Kashua, and they stopped speaking.

"What's up? What are you talking about? You guys seem to be arguing just now? Why did I stop as soon as I came?" Cassiuer went to the bar and asked for a cup of pure hot milk.

No one beside him drank his head.

"Head, there's news. Bai Guang's side gave a lot of information. The apostle No. 13 is trying to attack from other places. Avoid the blockade given to us by the headquarters."

A white-haired young man with a cross on his chest groaned.

"Huh? Avoid? So clever on the 13th?" Cassia frowned, wondering.

The world looks peaceful and prosperous on the surface.

But in fact, at every moment, there are two huge forces that are fighting each other.

A miraculous regime that dominates the world, and a comprehensive coalition that resents the former policy and secretly resists it.

The former is a very powerful behemoth.

The latter is an underground resistance group emerging from the elite.

The two sides have fought for more than a century. The comprehensive joint group, referred to as the comprehensive joint group, has been hidden in the dark and among ordinary people.

Jiannet is one of the elite members. Responsible for offensive and defensive tasks in this small city and nearby.

"The apostles were powerful hunters who targeted me and waited, and God came down.

It is a weapon and should not have wisdom and intelligence, so it must be controlled from above! "Kashua thought.

Miracle regimes are different from other large organizations.

They are suspended high in space, overlooking everything like a god.

On the ground, they are governed by their spokesman, the Puppet Regime.

No one knows their purpose, but many people disappear mysteriously every year.

But human beings are not forced to the extreme, and most people can always live a difficult life.

Therefore, with the exception of the comprehensive federation group, most other humans simply bear in silence.

A while ago, the Syndicate group killed many senior officials of the puppet regime, and now finally attracted the powerful weapon of ‘God Down’ in space.

Thirteenth Apostle.

It's not a monster that humans can imagine.

It is the thirteenth killing weapon created by the Miracle Power specifically for the syndicates on the planet.

"Now there is a lot of pressure at the headquarters. Thirteen true generals have gathered together, ready to concentrate their strengths and kill the apostle 13." A silver-haired old man with a black eye patch said lowly.

"Until now, we haven't figured out what the real purpose of the miracle regime was? They obviously came from more distant civilizations.

Their technology and power are obviously far stronger than ours. We don't even know what they have been doing! "

A strong man who looks like a fitness instructor, sips his drink a little irritably.

"I feel like we are little mice. They are repeatedly throwing experimental subjects down and down, fighting and killing, and then recovering the data." Kashua resignedly.

"Why didn't a bunch of nuclear bombs blow up the Celestial Tower of the miraculous regime?" An emotionally excited Huangmao Youth Avenue.

"Because it's useless." Kashua revealed a bit of bitterness. "We have tried to destroy the Celestial Tower. The result is the appearance of the apostles. We have tried to sneak in and obtain information.

But in the end, the Celestial Tower is just an extension of the other's tentacles. A trivial force. Even if it is destroyed, they can instantly drop a large number of legions and cross the Xinghai.

That is why we have adopted the current balance policy. As long as the other party does not have large-scale bad behavior, we can only maintain balance. "

Speaking of which, the radical newcomer also listened. The rest of the members who have known for a long time have also shown helplessness.

"Well, don't think about it so much. Now it is time for everyone to discuss how to deal with the impact and destruction caused by the Apostle 13. The guy must be the same as last time, a horrible big guy!"

Kashua claps his hands and draws everyone's attention to himself.

The apostle is a huge, destructive, terrifying monster.

Because of its extremely terrifying regenerative ability and pollution characteristics, it is only the many true generals gathered in the Syndicate that can completely kill the apostles.

The so-called true generals can only be qualified as true generals if they have special qualifications and have powerful motivation to manipulate huge mechs.

There are a total of twenty true generals in the Allied Alliance Group, a small part of which has been around the world and around the planet, silently patrolling against other disaster troubles.

Only thirteen can be mobilized.

Both are giants, the real body, and the apostles are not a level existence at all. Only by suppressing quality can quantity defeat the apostles in one fell swoop.

Cassiah silently discussed the countermeasures with the crowd, and will really fight the apostles. What they have to do is to reduce the destruction of the surrounding cities.

As capable people, although they cannot take part in the battle directly, they can at least play a role for the city.

Time passed slowly, two hours later. Cassia came out of the bar, looking slightly tired.

He looked at the rainbow chat platform on the retina again. Most of the chat contents above were non-nutritious things.

Since the holy light helped the hope and others save everything, although the old men in the chat room did not say clearly, in fact, after testing and inquiring about the situation of the hope and others, they have been extremely vigilant against the holy light.