"No, I just don't want that kid to die in fear." The old man nodded to the young man who had been standing beside him, and his only assistant chased him out of the door. The girl had spent a lot of time with the witch of Yin Chen, she might or may not know the secrets of the Jupiters, but it didn't matter, the will from the Emperor was clear and unambiguous, and they wanted to make sure that all those associated with the woman were disposed of, whether they were innocent or not.

"Oh, really?" Falling out of favor and brushing her long, burgundy hair with disdain, she suddenly moved, even though she knew that at least ten or more guns were aimed at her at this time. Her mesmerizing form turned into a colorful shadow and flew so fast that it was almost impossible to catch. The thin string that had been taut in the bar was finally severed by her, and the murmur of the rail-gun was heard in the dimly lit hall, followed by a dazzling metal storm howling by. The Spirits fired first, followed by the agents of the Gaddari Consortium, who had been fighting in the dark for too long, and who instinctively kicked over the table and fired at all unfamiliar targets, or were simply bloodied by the intertwined nets of fire. But the fall from grace did not pay attention to them, and the black cloud followed her closely, blocking most of the fire from her. At once, she unleashed almost all of the nanobodies that had lodged in her body, and these tiny demons swirled around her, they were her sword and shield, and the crime and punishment of her race. They made Jupiter almost touch the face of God, but they also planted a curse that dismantled such a vast thousand-year-old empire into a broken candle flickering in the morning breeze. The nano-lodgers, which are frequently used, eventually gather together and become a powerful colony, so powerful that they can swallow the host's proprioceptive consciousness. By the time the Jupiters realized this, however, it was too late...... They could no longer leave these demons, but could only bear this terrible curse and wait for the moment when they would be devoured.

"Fall out of favor," the old man who had been keeping his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes and shouted loudly, his pupils glowing blue, making everyone present suddenly understand that this old man was actually a nanowizard who was far more terrifying than the young man. "Just for the sake of the person who has been dead for too long, he does not hesitate to gamble his own life, and he does not hesitate to gamble on your own motherland, is it worth it?" "It's the motherland it used to be." Yin Chen's witch voice was a little low, and she didn't stop her steps, still weaving between the flying bullets. She didn't have the energy to bother with the ants anymore, because she was already confronted by the old man on the other side. The flying nanobodies suddenly rose with a red light, like a blood-colored silk entangled with the blue light from the old man's pupils. The orange flames rose and faded, and the two flying clouds swirled strangely, trying to devour each other or oblige in them.

Between the Iron Grave of Ian Aosta, Vice Admiral Gadari Bark. Bell certainly had no way of knowing the brutal battle that was going on between the demons a few light-years away. At this moment, his eyes only widened, and he looked at the garrison fleet of the Gaddari Super Group as if he were fascinated, watching them adjust the ship columns, and the charge that was unfolding. He didn't understand, he didn't understand when the soldiers of the supergroup had become so death-oriented. The silence and desperation hidden behind the iron-gray front somehow suddenly reminded the young lieutenant general of Ian Aosta seven years ago, except that they were still crazy and determined at that time, unlike these soldiers now, who were only desperate.

"General, the fleet of the garrison group touches the red line in thirty seconds, do we open fire." A staff officer cautiously reminded him that he seemed to notice his commander's trance-like look and did not dare to ask more. Although they could not imagine the unprecedented and tragic battle of the year, it is not difficult for them to understand what the name Ian Aosta meant to these predecessors.

Especially when the white rose that withered here, and the entangled ambiguity between them and their young commander, had already been spread by the staff officers in the headquarters......

"Fire ......" Buck. Bell repeated it with some hesitation, but finally relented. He couldn't let that small fleet rush through his line like this, and he couldn't let the calm situation that had been maintained only by relying on the tacit understanding of the soldiers on both sides make any more waves. As a generation that grew up in the war, he witnessed the outbreak of war and the spread of war. Too many schemes, too many coincidences and too many misunderstandings are intertwined, constituting this magnificent and cruel era and constituting this eighteen-year bloody and fire-drenched picture. Peace is as fragile as thin ice, and beneath that lies the bones of millions of people and rivers of blood. "Fire! Free Hit! The thirty-six-year-old commander of the Front took off his military cap and clutched it tightly in his hands. His voice trembled as he gave the order, and his face was terrifyingly hideous, not at all like the gentle and even a little weak vice admiral of Pingli. The officers under him were stunned for a moment, and they all carried out their orders. Only his lieutenant faintly heard Buck as the magnificent stream of fire engulfed the line of charge unfurled by the garrison. Bell muttered bitterly, "...... Forgive me, O God, for the sins I have committed today, and save this nation that is about to fall into the abyss......"

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All communications have been cut off, even the power supply has been cut off, and the entire building has to rely on the emergency lighting system for a limited number of light sources. Even the humblest of the commoners in the city seemed to see the result, and they looked to the symbol of the power of the United States of Nagardari, and to the glorious lights of Najanli that had fallen into complete silence. He understood that, at least for him and the empire behind him, that was their end. The majestic man did not grow old with the passing of the years, he just silently gathered his minions and waited for the blood-stained moment to come. The general who had effectively saved the United States was now heading here. Although one unit after another had been sent out to intercept by the introverted presidents, when the man appeared in their sight, the young soldiers did not hesitate to abandon their duties and join Moen. Ledai's team eventually converged into an unstoppable torrent. The sound of the general's long live swept through the city like a tsunami, making the veterans of the Gadari War of Independence feel like they were back in the winter night of 23155, back to the magnificent revolution of the painting.