The material shuttle ship produced by Rockwell in Antarctica, the Cop NB-90, the nightmare of the first Antarctic war. It is its eyes and ears, which indicate the target of slaughter to the multi-orbit low-altitude missile in Antarctica, and it is also the final outcome of the war, which is undoubtedly the most advanced relic technology product that has ever appeared on the current battlefield.

However, the most frightening thing is not its notoriety, but the fact that it has only created half of its achievements, not all of its abilities. The unknown other half was what frightened them, they didn't know how to deal with this giant beast in the sky, let alone four.

Like a demon awakened by humans in the peace of the gods, Frost only knew that this thing would only bring destruction, even though he didn't see it at all, and eighty percent of what he knew was from Exia's report. Looking up at the clouds in the sky, they were black, even darker than dark clouds.

"The last two Cop NB-90s are under constant observation," Exia said, "and it is recommended to begin evacuation immediately, and I will do my best to assist you in calculating your escape routes." ”

"Escape, we don't even see the shadow of the enemy! They haven't done anything!" said Yunakin, "why should we flee?"

"If you don't run for your life now, it's too late. ”

"This is New Zealand, a member of the Antarctic Federation, would they dare to destroy the whole island?"

"It's not a question of daring or not," Exia let out a cold sigh, "and they've actually done it. ”

Frost and Unakin were speechless in surprise as they turned their heads to the sky.

"The XK-Pluto-3 air-to-surface long-range ballistic missile carried by the NB-90 has been launched, and a total of eight missiles carrying warheads are expected to fall in New Zealand, sweeping the territory, with at least 300,000 deaths. ”

Needless to say, there is no need to say it anymore. Frost had seen countless bullets pierce the clouds like a rain of arrows from the sky, falling on the harbor area, and in the blink of an eye, the voices of the people there were drowned out by the roar of hell, the flames burned everything, and the impact of the explosion squeezed the air, taking away all the life in bit.

The rain of arrows is approaching, and in a few tens of seconds, there may be nothing left where he stands. It was too late, and as they had been sixteen years ago, they died hastily, like garbage, abandoned by the attrition of the war. Their broken lives are simply worthless, and for those who stay out of the matter, they are only one in the total number of statistics.

"Frost! Frost!"

In a trance, he seemed to hear someone yelling at him.

"Frost!" Master Unakin slapped him on the head, "What are you doing!

He was still stunned for a moment, where the hell could they escape, but subconsciously moved and ran after Yunakin.

The sound of explosions continued and filled his ears, so that he could not hear anything until the end. The impact of the explosion and the shock of his body caused him to stagger and almost fall, and he looked up to see a large piece of the wreckage of the building, presumably fragments flying out of the warhead's explosion. He quickly flashed to the side, and a large piece of splinter fell where he had just been, and the dust gradually disappeared over his head like the shadow of death, covering them at once.

Frost was almost out of sight, and he could only barely observe the silhouette of Yunakin in order to follow in his footsteps.

"Walk through the ruins in front of you and you will reach the entrance, although I don't know if there is a collapse and ...... buried"

"Don't talk about this thing," yelled Yunakin, and even then, very quietly in the communicator, "just tell us to take it." ”

Stepping on the shattered ruins, Frost must climb the trembling pile of rubble and climb over it with difficulty. He could feel every part of his body cracking in the continuous explosions, the friction between bones making a silent moan, and the sweet smell of blood faintly in his mouth.

Damn, what the hell was he doing? Where could he escape? Frost didn't know, he didn't have time to think about it, he just thought he was dead. Ah, why did he run away?

He saw that it was the entrance to the subway or the underpass, and the chances of surviving the underground were much higher, right? Yunakin ran to the side of the subway entrance, turned around and waved at him, his mouth opened exaggeratedly, as if telling him to run faster, and ran over with all his might.

Frost took a step forward, and the sudden impact made him feel like his body was about to shatter completely, and when he looked up again in a trance, he found himself lying on his stomach at the entrance of the subway. A red ball of fire overhead dispersed the dust around him, allowing him to see a little more clearly. The blood from his forehead stained the vision of his left eye, and his mind was still very confused for a while, and he couldn't tell the situation.

Yunakin is gone, presumably swept into the tunnel by the wind. He didn't know when the next missile warhead would come, so he should have taken refuge in it right away.

Thinking so, an AAX-08 tactical fighter rushed out of the fireball that was close at hand and fell forward.

So the warhead that was supposed to explode on the ground was destroyed in the air, and Frost himself should have been thrown out, pierced by the steel bars in the rubble, and nailed to the ground watching death come, but he was fine, only because of a plane that had just flown past.

Damn, shit!Frost gritted his teeth, ignoring the pile of warnings on the heads-up monitor, how bad his body was now, or whether he would die like this. The pain tormented him, but he struggled to get up from the ground and limped in the direction where the plane had fallen.

Dragging the broken exoskeleton step by step, enduring the scorching flames and the spasms of his body, Frost stepped out without hesitation. Maybe it's all collapsed, the world, his body, or something else.

But no matter what, he wants to touch it as much as he can, try his best to save, even if the possibility is slim, so he doesn't want to die yet, he can't die yet. Bastard, at least take another look.

He struggled to the wreckage of the fighter plane, steadied his body's center of gravity in the fierce wind blowing from different directions, and cursed the world in his heart, while clapping his hands on the cockpit and gasping. After that, he took a deep breath, grabbed the gap caused by the deformation of the baffle, and lifted it up with all his strength, and finally lifted the cockpit open.

The silver-haired girl sitting inside still looked back at herself with a calm and indifferent expression. It's too much, obviously I don't know how many bones are broken, and I came to save you almost intact after being covered in blood.

Wendy's mouth moved a few times, but Frost couldn't hear what she was saying. He had no choice but to remain silent as always, and unreasonably pulled her up and carried her on his back.

The journey back seemed farther than it had been, far enough that Frost believed he would never be able to reach it. With each step, his consciousness became more blurred, and all he could see with his wide eyes was a point of light, ambiguous.

He didn't know if he was dead or alive, he didn't know if he had walked to the entrance of the underground, he didn't know if he had gone in, he just knew that he was walking.

Before he lost consciousness, he saw something moving, perhaps it was the Grim Reaper wielding a scythe. He thought.