"Your Majesty...... Your Majesty won't hang up, will you? The mud horse swallowed, and there were already distortions crawling over the wall of corpses.

"No...... Right? Cheng Zihang cut down a small earth dragon, a little unsure, "I don't know about you visitors from the other world, maybe God knows, but if you let him out now, he will die." ”

The deviant began to climb over the mountain of corpses.

"Hey, hey, you're a piece of trash, how can I have you as a scumbag! I'm going to die when I'm born! "The thousand paper cranes screamed, and the little wings fanned wildly.

The grass mud horse was upset when he heard it, and directly stuffed the thousand paper cranes into his pocket.

"So what now? Go to Your Majesty? The grass mud horse sighed sadly.

"Gotta go to him." Cheng Zihang bit his lip, "If we can't find King Shura, we all have to die!" ”

"That being said, how are we going to get there?" The grass mud horse glanced at it and screamed, "Ahh There are spiders! Big spider! ”

Cheng Zihang rolled his eyes, handed the knife in his left hand, and directly split the spider in half with a brush, and then kicked the corpse away.

"Well, let's go quickly. Based on my years of experience in fiction, support always comes when we are dying. Also, I guess Your Majesty will open the door for me and throw me back before the aberrations will disperse. The voice of the grass mud horse was full of crying, but it was a pity that it was not very beautiful for a middle-aged greasy man to make such an expression.

"." Cheng Zihang snorted, raised his knife to the sky, and roared angrily: "Heaven and earth are infinite, yin and yang are divided, turbidity is unpredictable, and the flood kills the gods!" ”

As soon as he finished reading the lines, he skillfully pulled out a communicator from his belt: "Coordinates H117N916, permissions, Deep Blue Project Sleeper, activate the recovery satellite, start recycling." ”

Then he went straight to the ground and didn't move.

......

The grass mud horse was stunned for a moment, so what are you reading that line for? Is it for fun?

"Get down, I've got a chip, the bomb won't up." Cheng Zihang saw that the mud horse was still standing stupidly and dragged him.

"What's that?"

"A satellite placed in Earth orbit thousands of years ago by the Deep Blue program could send signals to certain seafloors on Earth and activate missile systems there. We're not as retarded as we were in the movies, and no one thought about cleaning up before Resident Evil. Cheng Zihang pulled the grass mud horse closer, and the thousand paper cranes in the grass mud horse's pocket seemed to let out a faint scream.

At this time, the General Staff of the Watchmen.

The moment the live broadcast opened, Antarkuta had already changed back to his normal size, holding a double knife and slashing through the neck of the deformed species in a stunning pose.

As the camera zoomed in, everyone saw only a black glow.

Coupled with the delay, the traces caused by Antar Kuta played in sync with the knife, causing everyone to almost be stupefied.

The AI lens on the hovering machine automatically tracked the locked Anta Kuta, and no one paid attention to Cheng Zihang and the two of them, as well as the unscientific paper crane.

"General Zhao, are you sure he's on our side? Do you want the Secret Service to keep an eye on him? Those gray rats are pretty good at doing this. The old general coughed twice.

"Don't be a refuge person, they still have most of the technology in their hands, it's good to make friends."

"Don't we have most of the food on hand? Who's afraid of whom is not certain. The old general snorted.

"This person, can't look at it. I'm afraid he'll blow up the earth in a fit of rage. Zhao Qiong shook his head.

There was silence below.

"I hope everyone knows in their hearts, don't say it, otherwise the military law will deal with it." Zhao Qiong glanced coldly at the generals below and said.

He has a showdown, and the rest depends on who will listen.

......

"I had a bold idea." Cheng Zihang suddenly spoke.

"No, you don't. I think you better change that grandfather Zhutian back. Cao Muma was taken aback, just now he figured out the details of this Cheng Zihang, three words, unreliable.

"No, he won't fight." Cheng Zihang refused. "My idea is, why don't you stay on Earth and bring in all the aberrations, and then I'll call for a nuclear bomb to clear it?"

"Don't!" The grass mud horse yelled, "I'm going to die!" ”

"Sacrificing the ego and fulfilling the ego is what every Mary Savior should do." Cheng Zihang frowned, "Are you a traverser or not?" ”

"The ancestral handbook says that the protagonist can't die, and this is said by a great founder called the author fungus! He also left the urban protagonist to practice the Fa, and what he said was the truth. The grass mud horse blushed and held back such a sentence.

"Whatever you want, anyway, if I tell the headquarters about you, even if Your Majesty wants to save you, it will be impossible." Cheng Zihang shrugged.

There seemed to be a faint shrill ringing in the distance, the sound of something moving across the sky at high speed. Cheng Zihang was startled, and immediately put his body tightly on the ground, muttering, "Don't fail, don't fail......"

"What's wrong? What fails? Two words popped up in the mind of the grass mud horse———— not good.

"Listening to the sound of these missiles, it seems to be an old stock from five human epochs ago. I don't know if its chip system is still working. Cheng Zihang said honestly.

The grass mud horse's mouth moved, and suddenly he found that he didn't know what to say, and he was also desperate!

The first shell fell farther away with a long tail of smoke. But the strange thing is that there is neither sound nor shock, just some tiny black spots in the field of vision, which are not very real.

"The shell is out of order, it can't be blown up?" The grass mud horse was speechless, and then relieved, this was a long time ago, and it was normal for it to malfunction.

"No, who said that missiles have to be filled with gunpowder? Gunpowder is not something that comes up in every human epoch. The twenty-fourth human epoch is used in space bombs, which temporarily create strange matter in a small piece of the void by destroying the stability of space, and then the earth plane will repel the void that has lost the support of space in the next instant, so as to prevent the strange matter from spreading. ”

"Well, didn't you say you could only fight?"

"I'm not Cheng Zihang, I'm Zhutian."

As soon as the grass mud horse looked up, it met an old face full of wrinkles.

“...... Hello. ”

"I'm not good, Cheng Zihang's bastard suddenly ran out when I was stunned by the aftermath of King Shura, and almost killed me." Zhu Tian said in a deep voice, "But the most troublesome thing is that I can't think of any way to sanction him at all, do I slap myself?" ”

The mud horse grinned, and suddenly felt that this reliable old man was quite miserable.

At this time, the surrounding environment became extremely strange.

Countless aberrations are running one second, and the next they are silently turning into several pieces.

The ground has also become potholed, and the whole world is like a picture scroll that is being corroded by acid rain.