The Second Dimension of the Hero

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In the blink of an eye, Lian Ye, who appeared in the outer area, raised his gaze from the ground to look at the megalithic monument. Because there were not many buildings in the outer area, he could easily glance over and bring all the sights into his sight.

At first a corner of the rectangle collapsed, followed by a series of collapses.

The huge body of the cracked megalithic monument screamed as if it was finally unable to bear the erosive liquid, and finally collapsed in a chain as if it was pushed down by some force. Like a flood, the huge block material fell from the air.

Standing here, you should not hear the sound of collapse, but the sound of the heavy collapse of the megalithic monument was more distinct in the ears of the night.

The bleached megalithic stele was fatally cracked and turned into a megalithic stele that fell into tiny fragments, the collapse of which looked like a slow-motion photography overnight.

Not long after the debris collided with the ground, a strong rumbling and shock wave accompanied by a loud bang hit the night. The infrasound shock from the strong earthquake shook his internal organs from the soles of his feet, and the shock wave also blew away the rubble and old signboards around the outer area. .

He raised his head overnight, as if a huge amount of smoke and dust that could cover the entire sky was rising.

This is unreasonable, there should be a day before the collapse.Isn't the supercomputer computing power on the Son of Heaven's side not rigorous enough?

----it's not true.

I don't know if it was the collapsing blast or the strong wind from nature making a squeaking sound and blowing the night clothes again.

Today's wind is very noisy, and he pressed his long black hair very artistically all night, and sighed, "It's the wind---"

Even now in [-], it is still difficult to predict the weather perfectly, and it is even more difficult to calculate the random airflow.Those people miscalculated the wind factor, not because of the supercomputer's calculation error, but because of the lack of data collection capabilities.

---- But to be honest, human beings shouldn't put all their plans and coordination on supercomputers, and they didn't believe in the capabilities of pure supercomputers overnight.

You must know that a certain school city's strongest supercomputer named 'dendrogram statistician', after collecting a large amount of data, came to the conclusion that after a white-haired pervert killed 2 discharge Pikachus, It can be upgraded to the inference of lv-6. ----To be honest, this computer must have played a lot of games like sao.

In any case, the "Third Kanto War" begins——at this time that no one could have guessed.

Staring straight at the ruins of the megalithic monument again overnight, the albino smoke and dust from the collapse of the megalithic monument obscured the sky, almost creating a doomsday feeling like a nuclear bomb explosion.

Such a scene of extinction caused him to raise the corners of his mouth slightly, bringing a creepy and cold smile.

Pain!Run away!Feel free to release the wailing of the negative dog! ----Then, in endless remorse, go to hell!

----So, July [-], [-], at [-]:[-] pm.

At this moment, the "Third Kanto Battle", which was recorded in the history books as the most tragic war in the history of the Tokyo area, was unveiled.

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The super-giant structure with a length of [-] kilometers and a width of [-] kilometer - the astonishing dust and fragments of the albino stele brought by the collapse of the megalithic stele, turned into smoke and formed a thick cloud layer.Clouds covered the sky in the Tokyo area, obscuring even the sun.

The sudden collapse of the megalith has thrown the police into chaos and needed a little recovery time.It was originally thought that there was still the last day to explain the funeral, but the megalithic monument collapsed ahead of schedule because of the strong wind, which would undoubtedly cause chaos for the police force, which is not known for its strict discipline.

Although the Tokyo government also anticipated the shock wave, dust fall, and bad weather caused by the collapse in advance, and told the citizens, but hearing it and seeing it with their own eyes are very different after all. This abnormal situation reminds everyone unconsciously of the world. A harbinger of doom.

It took the civilian police force an extra three hours or so to set up in the end, but that was not the case with the troops on the front lines, which were known for their discipline.

The army position was directly hit by the smoke and dust from the megalithic monument blown by the wind.Even so, they barely recovered their posture, which is quite different as a defense organization that normally trains strictly.

The time came to seven o'clock in the evening, even though it was summer, the sky also began to turn blue, announcing that the night was gradually coming. .

The mighty thousands of gastrula giant beasts marched side by side, and the sand and dust raised by them drowned the horizon.

They bypassed the gap of the collapsed megalithic monument and successfully invaded the inside of the megalithic monument.

----- This is the omen of the absolutely unavoidable "mass extinction" that has happened in African tribes and other places before.

(Do you know why the African tribes were the first to fall into the 'Mass Extinction'? Because the non-Tis are not worthy of having a powerful ship girl to guard the garrison!!!)

When gastritis invades from the collapsed megalith, there is a [-]% chance that urban residents will be slaughtered. At present, there is no precedent in the world that can avoid a 'mass extinction'.

The next moment, artillery fire was fired.

It was a long-range weapon from the army - self-propelled guns, chariot guns, and machine guns fired fire at the same time, and the shells traced the perfect trajectory to kill the gastrula.Immediately followed by an explosion.

The gastrulas in the first row were blown away, and the flames rose high, but the gastrula in the second row flooded.

The battlefield was red with artillery fire, and the sky that was dimly entering the night seemed to be burning under this firelight.

141, battlefield

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The shock wave came after half a beat, and the hot wind overflowing from the battlefield even swept the surrounding area.

The scorching sky has been engulfed by fiery red flames, the hell of the gastro-warfare.The areas invaded by the gastrulations were all swallowed up by the flames and destroyed by the gastrulations.

Burning streets, burning farms, burning people.

The dividing line between the dark sky and the bright red flames is reflected on the retina through the infinite inky blue gradation.When the panic came, in the end, those 'plundered generations' could only pray that the army would be able to expel the gastrula legion like the last 'Second Kanto Battle'.

After five hours, the time came to WuYe twelve o'clock.The battlefield is covered with darkness. The battlefield looks like a night battle.

As the sky was obscured by the dust of megalithic fragments, there was no moonlight, and there were no street lights in the outer area except '**ile (smile)', so the environment was frighteningly dark.

Even under the deep night sky, the deafening rumble of tank guns and shock waves enough to shake the atmosphere can still be heard intermittently.The rhythmic flare of the 25mm machine gun, as if typing on a typewriter.There are also gastroenteria whispers, roars, and howls.

In addition, although the battle situation has obviously entered an anxious situation, no matter how long it has passed, there has been no response from the army, and there has not even been a request for support from the police.

Because the army cares about its own credit, territory, or self-esteem, etc., but fighting with those useless things, do those guys really think they can win?

The police also did not dare to catch a breath and waited for the progress of the situation, and it was unknown how long it took.The sound of barking fire gradually subsided, and the clamor of gastrula animals also became smaller.

Anxious, the two sides were abruptly and completely silent.

The plain in front of it, as if absorbing the silence of the night, was covered in complete darkness.

Whispers sounded like waves among the wavering police forces. "Hey, how did the fight go?", "Which side won?", "Someone go take a look."

And the night watching the development of the war from a distance shook his head,-----the army has lost.

As a witcher, his sensitivity to the aura of evil is more than visual. Although the battle situation is fraught, the Legion of gastrulae under the leadership of 'Aldebaran' has exerted an amazing collective benefit. The legion of intestinal animals, closer to the dense school of fish migrating in the sea, tries to make the whole group look like a big fish.

Even a human army that has been trained for many years has difficulty in collective action like this. Perhaps the instinct of the gastrula makes it easier for them to follow the command of the leader, and once the thousands of gastrula legions are in Aldebaran. After a knot is twisted under the leadership, even a well-trained army is difficult to fight against this naturally large and physically strong monster.

A despairing number of gastrus stepped over the army's position and rushed in in large numbers, and the dense herds of gastrus like the Kuroshio rushed towards the Tokyo area frantically, and now, ---- can stop them. There is not even a single person left in the army, and the only thing left to protect the Tokyo area is the civilian police force, a temporary auxiliary force.

Soon, several hundred or more groups of civilian police officers began to face off with the gastrullus army that had stepped through the military display.

Even counting the 'starters' and facilitators, there are only 1000 combat powers, and the same number seems to be no less than thousands of gastrusian legions, and they have launched wars with vastly different numbers.

Although there is a huge gap in numbers, the battle situation has not reached the point of one-sidedness at the beginning. After all, most of the 'starters' have physical strength that rivals or even surpasses gastrula animals, and beyond that. Agility and maneuverability, and the flexible use of the 'Facilitator' firearm, can also cause irreparable damage to gastritis with assistance.

Because, for a time, the confrontation between the police force and the gastroenterology army can be said to be back and forth, and mutual damage.

However, the result of mutual damage is that it was originally less than 1000 people's police forces VS thousands of gastro-enteric corps. , after the mutual damage, the police force of hundreds of people needs to fight against the army of thousands of gastritis.

Under such a general disparity in combat power, there is no way for the police to maintain together, but the fronts fighting each other are losing ground.

Overnight, the individual as a unit swayed and made soy sauce on this battlefield.

Now, he really has no intention of guarding this land and starting, but the civilian police force and the initiator are innocent.He saved a few people overnight, and it was a chat to convince himself.

Some of the rescued people were at a loss, some were overwhelmed with gratitude, some stared at him and clenched his hand tightly all night, and some returned to the battlefield again without saying a word.

However, of course, on the battlefield of life and death, there are not everywhere dazzling pictures that are enough to become beautiful talks.

Especially after the initiator loses the commander and spiritual support - the facilitator, he will almost fall into insanity.This kind of situation is everywhere.

Somewhere, a teenage girl slumped over the facilitator's body.

She tried to take her by the hand to safety overnight, but was met with fierce resistance. "No. Leave this person and I'll be beaten to death."

This sentence tells us how the facilitator treated her during her lifetime.No matter how she told her that the facilitator was dead, she didn't believe it.So he stunned her with a punch all night. These starters were really dull in his opinion, like the minds of tamed baby elephants, and their minds had become rigid. At this time, let him wake them up with an iron fist.

If she is still obsessed like this, it means that she is just a waste who can't even save herself, and it is not worth reaching out overnight.

142, the gun of silver light

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Isn't it absurd that a small pillar and a thin chain can hold an elephant that weighs a thousand pounds?

But this ridiculous scene can be seen everywhere in India and Thailand.Those mahouts used an iron chain to tie the elephant to a concrete or steel post when it was still a baby elephant, and no matter how hard the baby elephant struggled, it couldn't break free.The baby elephant gradually got used to not struggling until it grew into an elephant and could easily break free from the chain without struggling.

----- Baby elephants are bound by chains, while elephants are bound by habit.

However, such instances are not uncommon even in humans.

It is clear that it has far more power than the 'promoter' and can appeal to its own legitimate rights, but most of the 'starters' have long forgotten how to resist for some reason.

Of course, the culprits who were abused and then tamed were naturally the 'promoters' who brought bad ethos, but isn't the 'cursed son' who doesn't know how to resist at all not worth criticizing?

Step back ten thousand steps, if the 'Initiator' did not dare to resist the 'Promoter' because of his own incompetence and did not dare to rebel against the ruling class of the entire 'Plundered Generation', then in her 'Facilitator' has If she died in battle and was able to save her after wandering around the battlefield overnight, the initiator did not dare to leave because of her facilitator's accumulated power.

----That can only call her a 'trash' who doesn't know how to save herself and is not worthy of others to save her!

If a person wants to be redeemed, he must first know how to save himself. After Yanzhu was taken away overnight, he got out of the state of despair and depression on his own. Li, Rita and others are all like this.

Lian Ye was indeed very sympathetic to the 'Cursed Son', the poor situation of these little loli, most of whom were no more than ten years old, so he had no doubt that there was a power gap between the 'Plundered Generation' and the 'Cursed Son'. Under completely different circumstances, he still stood on the side of the 'cursed son'. However, there is a saying that goes well, ------ 'Poor people must have something to hate'.

While bemoaning the misfortune of the 'Cursed Son', he was equally angry all night.

However, the group of 'Cursed Sons' is only under ten years old after all, and they cannot be considered too strong even overnight. Except for the slightly mature loli like Yanzhu and Xia Shi, it is undeniable that there are such The existence of the 'Cursed Son' who has been reduced to a 'tool of battle'.

In this case, all he can do overnight is to reach out. As for whether he is still obsessed, or whether he saves himself while getting help from others, he can only look at the 'Cursed Son' himself.

----Of course, because I didn't have so much time, I stunned the 'starter' with a more straightforward punch overnight. If there is no way to keep your mouth shut and be obedient, then you have to punch with one punch. Instead, let her be obedient.

Picking up the stunned 'starter' with one hand overnight, the weak jiaoxiao loli was so light that she didn't seem to need much effort from him, probably on the side of her original 'promoter', she even had meals Don't care about being full.

"I've done enough, and the next step is to see your own good fortune." He sighed overnight, as if to convince himself and her people.

However, even if he just roamed the battlefield to make soy sauce, he had already killed more than a dozen giant gastrulae, and also rescued the 'cursed son' above this number. No one can doubt that he is not as.

In an instant, in the depths of the field of vision, a flash of light flashed across the other end of the tent on fire, and an object that looked like light swept across, passing over the head of the night who was standing upright at super high speed.

In the next instant, the objects on the silver track were all cracked, and the bodies of the dozen or so policemen who were hit in the far distance of the ballistic trajectory made a strange noise, and they were directly cut into two pieces in the air.

He turned around and looked behind him all night, the battlefield as far as he could see was cut off by silver trails, and frantic screams came and went.

"Silver Light Spear"—this was a brand-new term that he heard when he was wandering on the battlefield just now, probably referring to this kind of surprising attack method.

Gastroenterology tactics developed over the past decade have largely been premised on the premise that gastrulations do not use flying props.

However, this premise has now completely disintegrated.

I'm afraid this is the real culprit who shot down the Tomahawk cruise missiles, helicopters and fighter jets launched by the Aegis ship a few days ago.

At this moment, there was a sudden roar from the battlefield.