The towering walls are about to collapse, and even if they are held up with thick pillars, it is inevitable that broken bricks will fall down. 『『【No pop-up novel network baoliny】On the new dagger Chinese network

Bill's fleet successfully intercepted a large number of semi-active medium-range missiles fired from the Northern Free State, and the missiles launched later also lost control and self-destructed in a strong electronic jamming environment. However, the suicidal charge of the Saturated Eagle Wall had already begun, and the hordes of fighters were fully energized, charging towards the very center of the Eye of the Earth, and destroying the Hundred Days was their only goal.

When people are extremely excited, their attention will be highly concentrated, and it will be difficult to disturb whatever is going on around them. These pilots are like red-eyed bulls, as irresistible as a tsunami. If you forcibly stop it, you will lose both. The fighters of the Southern Army, which was subordinate to the Prince Company, were stepping up to intersperse and divide the formations, gradually slowing them down. The most critical leader, the F15A Eagle pilot, felt that something was wrong, and he saw the head wolf Bill's fighter in front of everyone, and immediately slowed down. As the shock commander-in-chief, he didn't want to see such a big sacrifice. But there is only one chance that the three B72 automatic retaliation weapons and the whooping ghost prototype can be completely destroyed by saturating the Eagle Wall in one sitting. If he can let his child live in a world without the whooping ghosts, he feels that his life is worth it. However, it is still difficult for him to take responsibility for the sacrifices of so many people.

Head Wolf Bill's F35C fighter has vertical take-off and landing capabilities. Although it lost its ground effect support in the middle altitude and could not hover steadily, the aircraft was still able to turn the nose of the aircraft in an extremely unique way of rotating on the spot, protecting the aircraft group of the Northern Army with its body and aiming its guns at Meng.

The affair between Bill and Mengstruck is known to almost the world. Bill, the head wolf who has always been wild and untamed, could have dominated the battle situation in the castle tower, but with the help of the power of the Owari Gumi, he hijacked the commander of the Maleria government army, and then received greater attention and preferential treatment, so that his mercenary team grew in an instant, and even dominated the military defense business in the South Seas. I didn't expect such a big game of chess to be beaten and one person would be disrupted. It stands to reason that Bill should hate Meng's blows. As for the duel between the two people in the castle tower, it is even more talked about, and the reason why this duel has been spread so widely is not only that it is exciting and exciting, the process can be described as interlocking, but more importantly, the duel is not over yet.

According to the mercenary rules after the war, until this moment, Bill and Meng Struck are still in a duel.

There is nothing more eye-catching than the young leader of the former post-war United States and the evil spirit that destroyed the world alone.

The tetrahedral centriephron battle complex mechanism suspended in the air is still undergoing some kind of run-in and blending, neither attacking nor moving, like an embryo struggling in amniotic fluid, waiting for the moment of birth.

"What is he waiting for, why hasn't Bill done it yet. Kill him immediately."

The hearts of the F15A pilots of the Northern Army were anxious. Not only him, but almost everyone was urging Bill to do it in his heart, and it seemed that everyone wanted to press their hands on the F35C joystick weapon launch button of the head wolf Bill, and do their best to destroy this demon.

"It's too late"

This precarious "eagle wall" began to tilt again. Many people, including the F15A driver, thought they had seen Bill through the young man. Bill's delay in attacking was because he was a young man with a strong blood, and he would never attack from behind, never sneak attack, and never kill an enemy in the embryo. Bill must have been waiting for the Centennial to be fully born, and then eliminate the other party fairly, and finish the duel that didn't end in a dignified manner.

The "childish stupid" F15A driver of the Northern Army almost roared out. At this time, there must be no mercy and illusions. The hundred-day ghost in front of him was not trivial, it was not any kind of fighter jet, but a group of advanced artificial intelligence. Its coordination may take time, but once the fusion is complete, no one is a match for this thing, let alone Bill. No matter how charismatic and appealing this guy is, he is just a mortal.

However, not a single person in the Northern Army dared to squeak. Even the team leader does not intend to act rashly.

Now I'm looking at Bill's.

The Northern fighters began to slow down and circled left and right with the Southern group.

All put their left and right hands on the accelerator and fire buttons at the same time, ready to charge again.

The J-20ASV, which is at the highest point in the center of the entire airspace, is shaking at a low level, and the frequency is extremely high, and the evil ghost that destroys the Miè world is only one step away from being born.

Arnold, the mad dog inside Fort Leavenworth, was content from head to toe. In his eyes, the focus of the whole world is him, the cannibalism between the north and the south is his command, and the strongest hundred-day ghost is he who created it. Arnold Prince, the king of chaos in this world. He has brought the world to zero and restored its potential, and he is a rebel god who can turn everything backwards against God's will.

Now, it's time for the world to reset and restart.

Head wolf Bill has action.

The nearby news plane was too far away to show Bill's expression on the screen, so he had to try to get a clear picture of the F35C fighter's movements. Everyone noticed that the stealth fighter's multi-layered jagged ternary nozzle shuddered, and the convergent diffuse blades were slowly moving.

Even Bill's hairs fluttering will make the audience pull their hearts to their throats.

The newly evolved Centennial Ghost is about to be reborn, I am afraid it is an irreversible fact, and the whole world will be at the mercy of this Central Continent named Mengzhu. Now it's up to the knight to charge.

As expected, as everyone wished, the F35C's nozzle blades gradually converged, which meant that the engine thrust increased, the equivalent of the knight's spur swing, and the head wolf Bill was about to attack.

Suddenly, a dark shadow shattered in the sky without warning.

It's incredible. No one would have thought about it, and most people hadn't even noticed. The camera turret operator inside the broadcast plane couldn't even believe his eyes. He re-aimed his photography at the whoopernia.

It's true, directly opposite the head wolf Bill, the black shadow is slowly disintegrating. The distance is too far, the electronic interference is strict, and the picture is not clear no matter how it is adjusted. "Closer, closer", the operator even obliviously gave orders directly to the captain. Everyone in the entire P8V broadcast plane heard his hoarse and strange voice in the headphones, which was by no means a normal shout, and they all looked at the operator's camera screen. Even the captain forgot about the command mechanism, twisted the nose of the plane and rushed towards the tetrahedral whooping airspace.

In the center of the screen, the shattered black image is rotten wood in the wind, disintegrating little by little. Immediately afterward, two other black shadows began to crack from the center.

Three B72 super-bombers, disintegrated without warning. The entire massive body seemed to be rotting from the inside, and the oil pipeline overflowed from the melted pipes, dripping all over the inner walls of the fuselage. The truss of the mechanism is like the ribs of a dead whale, slowly bending and detaching from the back under the weight. Then the skin cracked, and the skin of the giant whale seemed to be propped up high, full, and round by the rotting internal organs, and finally it could not withstand the wind tearing and high-pressure expansion, and exploded all at once. The rotten equipment inside the plane, the fragments of the fuel tank, and the sections of pipes and cables all erupted and sprinkled high in the air.

The three B72 planes hovering in a regular triangle were split almost simultaneously, and the debris continued in inertia, the light ones being swept up by the strong wind, the heavy ones falling like meteorites, and from a distance it looked like a large handful of broken newspapers being blown away by the wind.

In an instant, the B72 automatic retaliation weapon, which made everyone fall into fear, shattered into ashes from Kazama. It happened so suddenly that many people didn't react.

"Why, start cheering and this is victory"

Many people have doubts in their hearts, but they can't wait to hear the shouts around them. The F15A pilots of the Northern Army have put the call channel on the radio broadcast to the whole army, ready to declare victory. Everyone can go home, no one needs to sacrifice or commit suicide, and everyone can usher in a day without 100 ghosts. The corners of his mouth twitched as he seemed to be struggling with a smile of joy.

But suddenly, the F15A driver's expression froze, his eyes straightened, and his upper and lower teeth chattered.

His pupils cast a terrifying shadow, nothing so human in the world.

From the fragments of the three super-giant B72 aircraft, a chilling face gradually emerged, with wolf face, animal ears, one-eyed green eyes, and a dark aura of death. But it wasn't a hundred-day ghost, to be exact, ten thousand times more than a hundred-day ghost. Although some pilots had seen the Hundred Day Ghost in the First Sino-Japanese War, the thing in front of them seemed to condense thousands of Hundred Day Ghost into one body.

The end of the apocalypse.

There's no doubt that Bill the head wolf underestimated this thing. Everyone felt that Bill must have naively thought that the Hundred Days was nothing more than an artificially assisted, highly intelligent automatic fighter, and that he might have the confidence to take on the challenge. But now, just by the terrifying atmosphere and the smell of death in the air, I knew that this thing was beyond scientific common sense.

Bill himself had his best chance to kill the demons.

What the hell is that, the New Hundred Day Ghost, the Super Hundred Day Ghost, or the Hundred Day Ghost King, what should be called this thing, no one knows. Everyone who watched this thing come into being felt a deep sense of fear. Maybe in the next few minutes, they will regret in heaven: if they don't see the eyes of the Hundred Day Ghost, they will have a little more time to hug their family again, say goodbye to the people they love most, and agree on a way to meet in another world. But now it's too late, and such a strong death aura firmly grasps everyone's heart, they can't move their steps, they can't open their mouths, and even breathing has become very difficult.

The Hundred Day Oni is a monster whose fear is enough to cause a massive disaster.

There may be only one person in the world who is not afraid.

In her eyes, there seemed to be a colorful brilliance.

Chloe Taylor of the Daily News Agency, looking at the super-100 ghost on the screen, her face was filled with a beautiful halo. Her long, platinum-blond hair danced, and she was soon able to re-comb her ponytail. Chloe stood up, her lips twitching, and she murmured, "He's found it, he's finally found it." ”