[First send and then change~]

What can a heavy fighter do without weapons, without ground guidance, without satellite positioning?

Even the pilot of Unit 2 himself did not know, but he obeyed his final order and turned off all detectors above the level of the Wailing Banshee.

However, the huge shadows that kept crossing the ground still made the pilot of the second plane shiver uncontrollably, and he began to think that it was the shadow left by the clouds in the sky, but obviously the clouds did not have a huge mouth that swallowed mountains and rivers, no mouthparts that could expand and contract back and forth, and no tail that was constantly swaying.

He couldn't tell which one was the shadow cast by the Shield-class frigate, and even if he was lucky enough to distinguish the shadow of the frigate, the pilot of the second plane didn't know how to shoot them down.

In the current situation, even if he wanted to adjust the course, he couldn't directly crash into the opponent's power compartment through the jet port.

The pilot of the second plane was patrolling the airspace at a cruising speed, and he felt like a diver who had encountered a school of whales in the deep sea, full of behemoths in the dark, and the mere splashing of the water could threaten his life.

He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that his death was worthless, those marines took more than 300 lives to send them to the sky, and now that No. 1 had been sacrificed, he couldn't think that those people died in vain, but reason told him that he was powerless to change anything.

In just a few seconds, the pilot of the second plane felt like he had spent a lifetime, and his previous ambitions were slowly extinguished in despair.

Suddenly, he spotted a silver flame on the ground in the distance, which pierced through the thick blood mist on the ground and ignited half of the world's highest peaks, and the flame gave the driver a warmth from the bottom of his heart, dispelling the coldness cast by the various shadows above his head.

The pilot of the second machine knew where he had seen this color of flame, and the purification bullets they had issued before would burn such flames when they hit the Chaos Demon, and many soldiers would leave one of those bullets for themselves to hang around their necks as a talisman, and the pilot of the second machine was no exception.

He ripped the bullet from his neck, held it in his palm, and muttered, "Whoever you are, thank you for giving us the weapon to do damage to these monsters." ”

Regarding Xu Yichen's blood, although the Academy of Sciences has not disclosed Xu Yichen's existence, many soldiers have seen the original plasma barrels transported from the Academy of Sciences, and the logistics department will regularly soak bullets engraved with runes in the plasma.

Many soldiers privately believed that there was an individual among the human race who was completely immune to chaos pollution, and that the blood was drawn from his body, and that the Academy of Sciences had somehow used some means to produce such blood on a large scale.

The pilot of the second plane had never wanted to think about how much the blood provider himself had suffered within the Academy of Sciences, but now that he saw the flames in the Himalayas, a strong impulse suddenly appeared in the mind of the pilot of the second plane.

He may not be able to save the earth, nor can he change the world, but at the very least, he has a chance to free that great man from his misery before the world is completely destroyed.

"I'm sorry, we still couldn't win with your blood in the end, we failed you." The pilot of the second plane kissed the bullet: "I salute you on behalf of human civilization, and now I will come to rescue you." ”

The pilot of the second machine, manipulating his wailing banshee, suddenly began to dive, rushing towards the place where the flames were at their highest.

He had to rely on his nuclear-powered engine to paralyze the entire base, and in a way that would save himself and the magical blood supplier he imagined to be tied to the operating table.

By this time, there was no one left to give new orders to change his course.

The command network, which had previously been integrated by the Grand Science Officer, had collapsed again with the fall of the Grand Science Museum itself, and this time there was not even a new observation point to gather information from the deceased Grand Science Museum.

It was as if the entire Academy of Sciences had been removed from human civilization in that moment, and only the radio silence of salsa was left on the channels.

And further north, the situation in the Maoist Federation is just as bad.

Vladimir should have died on the tower's defenses, and he swore to Xu Yichen that unless the enemy would step on his corpse, nothing would be able to cross his handle's defenses, and he did.

All 50,000 demonized Mao Federation players died in their own defenses, and 90% of those deaths were reported to real-world players, but Vladimir escaped.

When he was kicked out of the game and woke up from his large survival pod, several Chaos cubs were feasting in the survival pod next to him, and Vladimir knew that he knew the corpse of the life support pod, they had been comrades for many years, and now there were less than half of the other party left.

Vladimir used his fists to take out the few Chaos cubs who couldn't get on the table, and then killed a few bloodletters who wanted to sneak up on him in the blood mist, and crawled out of the underground base with a few comrades who also survived.

Their initial plan was to find a tower and see if they could break through the blockade of the blood mist and contact other bases.

They lost most of their men along the way, and eventually Vladimir climbed a signal tower that had been used to communicate with the spacecraft along with another powerful demonic man.

They struggled to climb to the top of the tower several hundred meters high, and escaped the blood mist area as they wished, only to see that it was indeed a giant chaotic creature in the sky.

Vladimir's comrade-in-arms cursed loudly into the sky, and then cleanly stabbed his large-caliber pistol into his mouth and pulled the trigger, so fast that Vladimir didn't even have a chance to stop it.

The headless corpse fell backwards and disappeared into the blood mist below, leaving only Vladimir alone on top of the tower.

At that moment, Vladimir even thought that he was the only one left in this world who was still fighting, but when he thought about it, he was like thinking of Xu Yichen.

"I don't know where you are or what you're doing, but I know you're definitely not dead." Vladimir sat on the steel beam, pulled out a blood-soaked cigar, rubbed a flame on his fingertips with a devil's trick, and began to light the cigar.

But the flame, which was actually made of psionic energy, slowly extinguished in front of Vladimir, and then no matter how hard he rubbed his fingers, it did not ignite again.

Vladimir began to curse angrily, is there anything worse for a hairy man than to go through all this today? If anything, it must have been him pulling out an empty broken bottle of vodka from his bosom.

However, after a few seconds, Vladimir suddenly froze in place, and then he began to rub his fingers violently, unleashing all the psionic spells he had mastered, but all failed.

Vladimir's face showed disbelief in ecstasy, and he shouted to the south: "Is that you? Xu Yichen! Did you do it? Davarich, Ula! ”