May 7, 178 in the Federal Calendar, 1:11 a.m.

East of Tokyo, a location of 500 nautical miles.

An unquenchable flame is burning on the sea.

The aircraft carrier group unleashed a group of aircraft that circled in the sky, and one by one the burning warships sank into the ocean.

On the combat platform of the 100,000-ton aircraft carrier USS Solomon, Dick Acheson, the captain of the North American Savior team "Sharkhead", is standing on the side of the ship looking at the scene in the distance.

A two-hundred-meter-long floating monster Leviathan wailed in the sky and was shot down, its massive body covered with bullet marks, and the rotting blood in it gushed out like a river, and then it fell from the air, swallowed up by the raging sea.

And at the end of the field of vision, in the ocean, there are several huge "heads" moving forward in the rough waves.

It was a sea giant whose head was almost completely engulfed by the sea.

A salvo of heavy artillery from the frontal battleship formation, 155 mm, 236 mm, and 380 mm naval guns spewed the flames of death, even if it was a strange size of the same size, it was difficult to use it as a frontal shot, and a 236 mm armor-piercing projectile was enough to leave a terrifying wound on Leviathan's body, and it could pierce the sea giant's head on the spot.

From time to time, sea giants were shot and slowly collapsed.

Every moment, the collapse of the troll triggered an apocalyptic scene, with waves rising tens or even hundreds of meters into the sky, and some light ships that were close to it were even engulfed.

In addition to the giant monsters, there are also a large number of sea monsters undulating in the turbulent waters, constantly launching boarding attacks on the Federation ship group, but these monsters in the sea do not take advantage of the prepared modern weapons head-on, many machine guns, naval gun arrays are close to fire, giant monsters are dealt with by heavy naval guns, missile arrays and fighter groups, these small-caliber naval guns are completely turned into short-range guns, forming an iron wall on a warship, shooting all the weirdness that dares to board from the sea.

A sharp roar of breaking air swept overhead, and it was another attack ship's missile matrix that fired, and the dense missiles dragged a long tail flame across the sky, illuminating the light and shadow of the sea of flames, and then hitting somewhere in the far side of the sky.

This is a magnificent scene of war, a single human standing in such a place can only feel infinitely small, on the bridge, even the guidance of the fighter jets has been completely changed to electronic and light, and the only person standing is Dick.

Dick was a fairly young white guy who was born by the sea in San Diego and left his hometown after joining the army, never expecting to return home.

He was one of the lucky ones who didn't survive the disaster in San Diego, but he awakened his talent and, relying on his amazing talent, quickly achieved his first caste, and was recruited into the Savior Squad.

When he was chosen to be a member or even captain of the Savior Squad, he didn't hesitate to say yes.

Even though he knew that there was no difference between this so-called savior team and a suicide squad, Dick couldn't turn down the opportunity to banish the freaks from his home.

The destruction of San Diego will be paid for in blood.

Even after more than half a year, Dick has already experienced a lot, and even reached the strength of a second caste under some special item provided by the Federation, but this thought has never wavered.

At this moment, he raised his head and squinted into the sky.

The missile swarm just now easily shredded a Leviathan troll in the sky, and the monster's body was torn into countless pieces in the explosion, turning into an overwhelming rain of blood and falling, but showing a bit of the dark blue of the arch behind it.

That's the Deep Blue.

The Deep Blue One hung a light in the sky, and every time it hit a warship, that warship would be brutally martyred in a brilliant flash, no matter what model, what tonnage, and what kind of defense ability, without exception.

That is the absolute dominance of the fourth caste.

In the absence of a caste powerhouse or a targeted weapon of equal combat power, it is a god on the battlefield.

Immediately afterward, more monstrous swarmed up, once again obscuring it in the layers of arch guards.

The monsters are numerous, and under the control of the Deep Blue, they have been attacking fiercely, and at first they had the upper hand by relying on the distance advantage, but at this point, Tokyo is close at hand, and the Federal Navy can no longer distance itself, so it can only fall into such anxiety.

Dick then turned around and turned back into the building behind him.

Shark Head had a dedicated lounge where Dick and his crew, seven of them, were all there.

The size of the Savior Squad is not fixed.

Dick had just returned to the lounge when Chelsea, the vice-captain of the Sharkhead Squad, stood up and said, "The Federation has just issued an urgent order, and the operational requirements of the entire fleet have been redeployed. ”

Chelsea is in her thirties, she has a calm personality, but she has a cold personality, and the look on her face is always like someone owes her a million, and Dick has rarely even seen her smile.

And today, the look on her face became heavier and heavier.

"Say." Dick felt the 100,000-ton aircraft carrier tremble slightly.

It was an underwater troll storming a warship.

Chelsea said: "Shangfeng's order has changed from the initial order to block the Deep Blue and the Lord of the Deep Sea Sleep to intercept the Deep Blue and the Lord of the Deep Sea Sleep at all costs, delaying their landing in Tokyo.

"And the federal headquarters wants to ...... Our shark head can cooperate with the savior team 'Ostrich' in the Australian Regional Navy who is about to arrive to attack and kill the fourth caste - Deep Blue. ”

Hearing the last half of the sentence, Dick's eyes sank.

In the corner, an equally young talentee frowned and said, "What the hell is going on in Tokyo?" If we go to block the deep blue, we will die. ”

"You're right, Ryan, this is death." Dick replied in the affirmative, his gaze sweeping over his shark-headed players, Chelsea in front of him, Ryan in the corner, Alice in the ponytail by the porthole, Barron the burly talent, and Roger the most timid talent.

His team is here.

Dick said, "Isn't that clear? Only if we block the Deep Blue, the Federation fleet will be able to drag on longer, and no matter what happens in Tokyo, we will only need to dive the order.

"Because our battlefield is here. Only when we are in our own position can we play a role in the overall situation.

"Get ready, this is our final battleground today."

He looked around the entire lounge, noticed a faint depression in the air, and said in a deep voice: "There are countless savior squads, countless people in countless squads, because it is impossible to save the world by just one person, the only savior name is the name of ten thousand people together.

"Come, saviors, it's time for us to save the world."