2:16 in Dongying Region.

East of Tokyo, 245 nautical miles.

The Federation's front had retreated to the location of Liwu Island, a small island with a total area of less than 500 square meters that could not be found on ordinary maps, and it had no value in terms of military, people's livelihood, or commerce, but today it was the last safe place for the lucky ones.

Just a few minutes ago, the 100,000-ton aircraft carrier combat platform "Solomon" was hit by the attack of the Deep Blue, broke in the center like a crispy soda cracker, and fell into the deep sea with fire.

In the sky, hundreds of Leviathan beasts let out a heaven-shaking roar.

The Deep Blue One is soaring along the skyline.

Roger was snatched out by Dick, and when the explosion occurred, they were ready to launch the first and most likely final attack on the Deep Blue, but before they could board the transport plane, Solomon was silent, and Roger was so frightened that he almost forgot his own abilities, and when he struggled frantically in the sea, it was Dick who rescued him, and took him through the chaotic sea of the sunken huge aircraft carrier fragments to land on this island.

Roger choked on several mouthfuls of water, his face turned pale, he coughed violently when he landed on Lee Uk Island, his body trembled wildly with the fear of death, like an epileptic rooster, and he saw Dick sitting on the shore in a daze.

The front on the sea was crumbling, and with the sudden all-out attack of the Deep Blue, the Federation's troops could not stop it in this sea, and one warship after another sank to the bottom of the sea in flames.

It was as if the whole ocean was about to burst into flames.

As far as the eye can see, there are flashes of destruction everywhere.

The sea and the starry sky became the same crimson color, and only a touch of deep blue was the coldness that could not be erased from this fiery red.

The one-winged fighter plane fell diagonally to the skyline.

The sea giants walked through this destruction, and the Leviathan in the sky let out an earth-shattering roar.

That is the fourth caste.

Without any pre-emptive countermeasures, it is a god on the battlefield.

The freaks are penetrating the line of the Federal Navy and sailing unstoppably towards Tokyo.

Roger curled up on the ground, his great fear like a large, invisible hand, grabbing his throat and making him almost breathless.

In the distance, on the wreckage of the warship, desperate soldiers looked at the monster army in the distance and let out a desperate wail.

Dick slammed his hat to the ground, he couldn't accept the result, and they were ridiculously eliminated before they even used their strength.

Is the fourth caste really that strong?

At that moment, Dick suddenly heard something, and he turned his head to see a billowing twin-rotor transport plane flying low over the burning sea, appearing in his field of vision, and finally stopping over the small island of Liwu.

The man inside tried to open the twisted hatch, but with a loud bang, the hatch fell straight down.

The two-ponytailed girl who opened the door was slightly stunned for a moment, and then came back to her senses, looked at Dick and Roger who were depressed on the edge of the island, and showed a sweet smile that seemed to be on the battlefield at all: "Hey, guys, are you going to get on the boat?" ”

That's Alice.

Dick was pulled into the twin-rotor transport plane, and an expressionless Chelsea in the driver's seat turned to look at him, Ryan in the corner waved at him, and Barron and Alice dragged Roger, who could barely stand, into the transport.

At that moment, Dick almost froze.

Alice patted Roger on the back to soothe her uncompetitive companion and smiled at Dick, "Captain, what are we going to do?" ”

Chelsea in front of him didn't look back and said: "This thing's communication device is broken, it's time for you to give the order." ”

"We're ......," Dick said, still slightly distracted, and only came back to his senses after a moment, his eyes gradually becoming firm, and his tone becoming calm and unquestionable, "Let's go to Tokyo." ”

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2:23 a.m. in Dongying Region.

The East China Sea in the Huaxia Region.

At this moment, it was late at night, but the sky and the earth were crimson, Zhou Hongshen woke up after a short period of fainting, and he didn't have time to be surprised that he didn't die in the nuclear explosion, so he rushed to catapult himself out when the fighter plane completely crashed into the sea, and then he was stunned by this scene in the sky.

The glow, heat and radiation of the three-phase bomb explosion did not spread and annihilate as imagined, but seemed to be restrained by some force, forming a funnel-shaped arc of light in the sky, inverted in the sky, and the crimson and golden light smeared the East China Sea sky in the middle of the night into a magnificent scene that had never been seen before, like the aurora.

It was so close that it was close, but it didn't feel the terror of that power.

Zhou Hongshen was stunned and didn't know why such a phenomenon happened.

Until he saw a little brighter light in the aurora borealis.

That's a god-worshipping species.

The only and last god-worshipping species in the sky over the East China Sea.

Behind it were six wings outlined by light, holding a golden spear, its body and face bathed in the brilliant "divine light" of the aurora, its body rising on the sea like the scorching sun, and the light of the explosion poured into the end of the sky as if it was being pulled by something, and dispersed on the shore of the galaxy.

The whole sky was sparkling like sea water at that moment, the sky and the earth were the same color, and Zhou Hongshen had never seen such a scene.

Then, the figure glanced at him, then turned his head, gathered the six wings made of light behind him, and flew out like arrows from the string, turning into a golden ray of light in Zhou Hongshen's gaze, and disappeared at the end of the sky in the blink of an eye.

That direction, if Zhou Hongshen is not mistaken, should be the direction of Tokyo.

Zhou Hongshen had never seen the so-called fourth caste, but he felt that the god-worshipping race might be the so-called fourth caste.

But when he came back to his senses and looked around, he saw a large number of pilots floating in the water, all alive, looking at each other.

Sixty warplanes were all destroyed, but more than ninety percent of the pilots survived, something that could not and should not have happened in theory.

At the last glance just now, the god-worshipping species was looking at all of them.

Realizing this, Zhou Hongshen was stunned.

And in the distant East China Sea Combat Command Center, Xie Licheng muttered: "The three-phase bomb is effective, but it completed the transformation of the fourth caste before the three-phase bomb kills them...... Not ......"

The expert slowly raised his head, looked at the picture transmitted back by the painting, the golden light that had disappeared, and said slowly: "This is no longer important.

"Because...... Maybe...... They...... We don't need to deal with it at all. ”

Xie Licheng sat back in his chair, as if all his strength had been drained, and he sighed as he looked at the existence with which he had dealt with countless times.

"Reverence for the gods.

"Worship the gods......

"What a god-worshipping species.

"What a god-worshipping species!"

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