Meanwhile, in the northern hemisphere, in the interrogation room of a Tiger Shark-class destroyer over the logistics base of the 3789th Division.

The large incandescent lights on the ceiling filled the room, and on the side of the cold metal table, a woman sat in a dark chair, tears on her cheeks that had dried up the appropriate makeup.

On the other side of the table was a man, even if there was a stunning beauty with pear blossoms and rain on the other side, there was no pity on his face, and he still did not smile, with a majestic face.

Catherine raised her head and stole a glance at Alfred Leonard who was directly opposite, and the tension in her heart intensified. There is no trust, doubt, anger, sorrow, joy and so on in his face, as if it were a face that has been burned flat by an iron, and it is a cold and selfless appearance from beginning to end.

She swore that she had said everything she had said and what she shouldn't have said. Including her frightened, she couldn't even hold a weapon, which was extremely humiliating compared to the status of a soldier.

"Lieutenant Catherine, think again, is there anything else to add? Why is everyone else dead and only you alone? ”

"I ...... I don't really know when ...... At the time, I ...... I was stunned, ...... Catherine's voice grew quieter, partly because Alfred's cold gaze made her feel extremely uncomfortable, and partly because it was so humiliating that she completely reneged on the oath she had made when she graduated under the banner of the "Celtic" holy sword.

"You mean those people have a conscience to find? Or are you impressed by your beauty and willing to let you live? The sarcastic words that should have been accompanied by a sneer, but when they came out of Alfred's mouth, it gave people a very strange feeling, as if he was stating an inconsequential report, however, when he heard the ears of the person, it was extremely harsh, as if a sharp knife had pried open the ribs, and with a very elegant but extremely cruel movement, the words "you are lying" were stabbed out one by one.

"I ......," Catherine opened her mouth, but she couldn't think of a way to argue.

Why? Why would those people let themselves go? Coveting your beauty? Body? But they didn't think anything of themselves. Conscience findings? So why did everyone else die? Susan, Ye Dan, and Elori, they are all powerless women, why didn't any of them survive.

As she was at a loss, the door opened, and a panicked-looking herald entered, walked over to Alfred and whispered in his ear.

"What?" Listening to the herald's statement, Alfred, who was known for his cold face and ruthlessness, couldn't help but burst into a loud shout, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and there was an unbelievable light in his eyes: "Let's go, go to the bridge." ”

"And what about her?"

Alfred narrowed his eyes slightly: "Looking for someone to escort her to the fleet headquarters, I always feel that even if those strange enemies are not her comrades, I am afraid that there is some connection between the two." ”

"Yes." The herald replied.

Alfred made this arrangement self-righteously, turned and walked out the door. The herald, who had left behind as if he was facing a great enemy, looked at Catherine with a dull face.

"I ...... Who are those people's comrades? "Catherine felt that Alfred must be insane, the idea was simply ridiculous, that she was in the same party as those enemies? Mary is above, this is simply the most ridiculous joke in the world.

However, let her explain, but there is no way to refute it. Colonel Edward had surveillance data to prove that he did not intersect with those people. What about her, what to testify?

……

Alfred rushed to the bridge as fast as he could, and as soon as the door opened, the flickering images on the central screen slammed into his chest like a sledgehammer.

Mountains and rocks collapsed, the ground cracked, and abysses ran through the north and south of the vision, as if a hellish beast had just woken up from its slumber hidden underground, stretching out its arms and tearing out the roads to purgatory.

The steel dome has been opened, all the ground troops are in position, and tanks, armored vehicles, and missile vehicles of all kinds are aiming at the ruins of the Ipsilons in the center of the pit.

The special team has also been dispatched, just waiting to approach the ruins, cooperate with artillery support, and launch a surprise attack on the enemy inside. As for the battleships of the Tiger Shark Wing, they swept from the sidelines, and once the enemy emerged, they would be greeted by a frenzy of endless artillery fire**.

That group of people is already the turtle in the urn at the end of the road, and death will be their only fate.

Faced with the Empire's heavily armed space fleet, no army could survive. Those three people are just a clown who jumps off the beam, and they may be able to jump for a while, but they can't jump for a lifetime. Right now, they are approaching the Last Judgment.

The Thunder Fleet ------ the most relied on force of Prince Walker Stewart, the faithful guardian of the "Celtic" holy sword. Any enemy that stands in the way of the Empire's progress will be crushed by it.

In the face of a behemoth that can dominate space, the small group of bedbug troops that dare to provoke the majesty of the empire are just grasshoppers after the autumn, and their lives are short.

This is the idea of all the soldiers of the 3789 Division, as for the Thunder Fleet, they didn't take that bed bug unit in their eyes at all, under the big ships and huge guns, how big a wave can a force of less than 50 people make?

However, to everyone's surprise, it just happened, silently and without warning. Starting with the crater where the ruins of the Ipsi Dragon were located, the previously smooth stone slope collapsed, and the collapse centered on the ruins, spreading lightning around them.

Several spy squads that had already slid halfway to the point couldn't dodge, and one by one, like meatballs rolling into a frying pan, with sharp and piercing screams, they quickly fell into the bottomless black abyss.

The soldiers on standby around the basin were at a loss, until the tremor came from under their feet, and one by one they were unstable and sat on the ground, but they woke up like a dream. "Earthquake, it's an earthquake!"

The fissures spread upwards along the circular abyss around the ruins, and large chunks of rock fell like tofu slag under a hammer, tumbling and falling all the way.

With a burst of screams, the butt of a tank was raised high, like a black rhinoceros that had been poked and rushed forward, and it fell to the ground, rolled down like hot wheels, and finally disappeared into the abyss.

This terrifying scene shocked all the vehicle drivers, and without the commander's orders, they reversed backwards one by one with enough horsepower. However, the crevices that climb up the rock are faster, they are intertwined, and the powerful geological movement guides some ground plates to lift up, some to sink, and as the fissures widen, they form one island after another.

The island in the ocean may represent safety, but at this moment, the island of Nami Star represents death.

Perhaps, in the eyes of those on the battleship, it is somewhat inappropriate to call it an island, because there are no waves, no waves. However, the reality is like a neighborhood committee aunt holding slippers, ruthlessly in their group. The sole of his shoe was pumped in his face.

The waves came, the waves came, but they were fiery red, with the smell of saltpeter and brimstone, and it was furious, hideous, and stubborn. Perhaps, from the air, it looks more like an elf, dancing a pleasing red dress, and throwing one vehicle after another with its plump and charming two-petal hip waves.

The cracks spread, and the magma poured up, and this scene was like the gods drawing a magic array representing death on the earth.

The communication channel has long been in chaos, and he is still struggling on the isolated island, crying for his father and mother. Those who fell into the magma screamed again and again. Those who were lucky enough to escape were too late to congratulate, because the crack in the ground that devoured infinite life like the scythe of death was radiating into the distance at a speed like chasing the wind and the sun.

The sunlight of the Serenity Star spreads across the surface, as soft as ever, and as its name suggests, serene and peaceful.

It's just that Nami Star at this time is in stark contrast to it, like a naughty boy who is losing his temper in his mother's arms. And the price of its tantrum is the death of thousands of people.

A fountain of lava poured up from the ground, engulfing a saber-toothed tiger anti-armor fighting vehicle.

Suddenly, a dazzling light burst out, the flash of an explosion in a fuel depot that could defend against missiles. Scorching magma gushed out, flowed through repair workshops, over barracks, and finally ignited ammunition depots.

The series of explosions combined with the increasingly fast-paced earthquake made it seem like purgatory descending on earth.

Alfred stared blankly at the scene outside the porthole, and couldn't help but feel cold in his hands and feet, and his whole body was cold, which ...... How so? Why did it evolve into this situation, why did Nami Star, which should have been dead and silent, come back to life, and like a grumpy dwarf in a mythological story, she lost her temper like this.