Under the Root

Oh, no.There is the sound of an engine.

That came from the sky.

Miss Angel looked up and saw a giant swan-like tu-160 heavy bomber soaring in the sky.

threaten.The bird has laid an egg.

Black bombs fell from the sky.

nuclear!

Miss Angel, whose bones were itchy all over, immediately determined what this thing was.

"But don't underestimate me. I've been hit by five rounds in the English Channel and nearly a thousand rounds in space."

Angrily shouted to the sky.The aperture behind the angel's head suddenly rose.

Don't be afraid of old routines, as long as they are useful.

Miss Angel, who has the concept of envoy [swallowing], can naturally eat energy.

In the sky, the black bombs were shrinking, turning into small purple sparks.

It's now!

As soon as their eyes lit up, the angel ladies raised their hands, and golden light burst out from their fingertips.

Hundreds of rays of light hit Little Mars straight.

The little spark went out at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Hmph, badass human. The same trick doesn't work on me."

She smiled smugly.His eyes looked at the white swan going away in the sky.My heart is full of pride.

Then, the roar of the engine sounded again.

The white swan circled back again.

Dark bombs fell from the sky again.

"Useless, useless, useless! Insufficient power."

Like the new show I just watched recently, Miss Angel showed a ghostly smile.

The golden light touches the bomb.This time I didn't even see Mars, and the bomb was swallowed directly.

Miss Angel's defensive turret is worthy of Mr. Rose's trust.Venus was full of pride.

"Hey, no matter who you are. Get out of here obediently, I can't see this attack."

The kind-hearted Miss Angel shouted towards the sky.

She could feel the surprise in the white swan.

But the surprise was fleeting, and the emotion spread by the white swan turned into determination.

Unknowingly, in the soul world, Miss Angel heard a decisive cry.

The mixed emotions disappeared, replaced by a fearless spirit.

[For family. ]

[for Motherland. ]

[for the future! ]

In the fuselage of the white swan, Miss Angel felt threatened.

Not a bomb? Subconsciously, he hesitated for a second.

No, no, it's inside!The next moment, Miss Angel reacted.

But it's too late.

The fuselage of the white swan was deformed.The heat and pressure warped the steel.

Within a second, the steel cracked.

Destruction - burst out of it.

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The sun rose in the sky, first as a small purple spark, then an intense bright flash, and then a growing and glowing fireball.

A mushroom cloud formed over Tibet.

A force of destruction ravages the Himalayas.

Unlike semi-finished products that cannot function in the universe, nuclear bombs in the atmosphere burst out with unparalleled power.

What's more, this is Ivan the Great, the king of nuclear bombs.

High temperature vaporizes everything, high pressure destroys everything.

The thousand-year-old cedar fell to pieces in an instant.Thousands of years of solid ice could not stop the ruthlessness of the sun, and melted into a torrent.

Even the Himalayas, which stand tall in the sky, are shaking and rocks are collapsing.Like the leveled Chaldean superstructure, it fell into ruin.