In the White Wolf City, the huge aircraft carrier was slowly lowering, and one by one the Sunrians drove pack dogs to meet it.

Looking at the shocking wounds and cracks, Old Rumble couldn't help but shake his head, this big guy was really dangerous at the beginning, and he was almost about to hurt its nuclear reactor.

"Alright, everyone come down, and we'll leave it to us!" Old Rumble stood on the head of a pack dog and commanded the carrier.

"All gone?" The navy on board was very repulsed, and Brown scolded: "What are you thinking? The next repair, most likely, will be to move the nuclear reactor, are you sure you want to stay on board? ”

"But......" A few technical officials looked at Old Bang Bang, and then at Brown beside him, wanting to refute, but couldn't say anything.

At this moment, a soldier suddenly shouted: "Sir, there is a situation!" ”

"What's the situation?" Brown turned his head away.

……

Fuso to the east, flat on the ocean.

A raging storm raged, the sea was raging, a volcano was erupting in the center of the waves and the storm, and the top of its crater, facing the eye of the typhoon at the top, a column of heat invisible to the naked eye, connecting the heavens and the earth, was constantly supplying energy to the storm.

The sky was as dark as the middle of the night, so the crazily gushing magma was even more dazzling, like blood gushing out of the earth!

At this time, the typhoon had covered a range of thousands of kilometers, and most of Fuso Prefecture was shrouded in it, almost completely obscured by clouds, and some people even suspected that Fuso did not exist on the earth.

Violent waves, surging onto the shore, pouring into the city, pouring into the streets.

Terrible hurricanes, bulldozing houses, rolling up cars, leveling cities......

Most of the Fuso people have been moved to relatively sturdy public facilities and disaster prevention facilities, shivering as they listen to the howling wind outside......

The staccato sound came from the radio, which was almost out of power.

I vaguely heard the sentence "God bless Fuso".

But now the Fuso people are desperate to the extreme, and they can't even shout slogans.

When they first shouted out God bless Fusang, a raging storm ravaged the whole of Fuso, destroying their entire agriculture and half of the Eastern Capital.

When they shouted out for the second time, the Immortal Mountain erupted wildly, razing more than a dozen large and small towns and devouring more than two million people.

Now, they are going to shout out God bless Fusang again, after this time, how many people will be left in Fusang?

Even the Gun Prophet Orion and the Fuso Sword God Maetake-sama have failed, who else can save them?

At this time, I'm afraid that even a miracle will not happen.

This world, after all, will not belong to miracles, what should come, it must come.

Suddenly, they heard a high-pitched voice coming over the radio.

"There are still people working on us!"

"We still have hope!"

"Brewman...... Hiss ......"

"What?" A man with a radio in the corner listened to the intermittent sound on the radio, and was so angry that he slapped it several times, but the sound was still very unclear.

I don't know if it's a volcano, or a storm, or something else that is interfering with the airwaves.

Or maybe maybe the air was so humid that his radio got wet.

Is there any hope?

Someone else saves us?

Whoever it is, come and save us......

No matter who it is......

……

On the volcanic island, Indigo stood on the volcano machine with her shoulders crossed.

It's coming, it's coming.

The conditions for activating the Iron Gate are about to be reached!

He reached for his waist and pulled out a bottle.

In that bottle, I vaguely saw the shadow of a steel gate, which was much bigger than the one that Old Bang had erected in White Wolf City.

Plant this steel gate, and you can open the passage to the Hammer City Golden Gear Factory.

When the time comes, countless war dogs will flood the whole world.

His mission was accomplished.

He looked up, and the bottle in his hand was about to be dropped.

At this moment, a ray of light descended from the sky.

Sunlight!

In the center of this storm, the clouds obscured everything, how could there be sunlight?

He looked up.

A few kilometers away from the volcanic island, a warship that was quietly levitating was also nervously monitoring Indigo.

At this moment, they suddenly felt that something was wrong.

A dango appeared next to their boat.

"Hey, what's that?"

"Is it a bird?"

"This is a bird? Such a round bird, this is a fat dumpling......"

A huge, fat young bird, flapping its wings in the air, struggling to carry a black, camera-like object on its little paws.

Even though it seemed like it was struggling to fly, even though the camera was bigger than its body, even though the wind outside was hundreds of kilometers per hour, it still flew steadily.

It also appears to have a communicator hanging from its neck.

A voice came from inside: "Let's shoot!" ”

In an instant, a light descended from the sky.

I don't know when, the thick clouds in the sky seem to have broken a big hole.

The glorious sunshine broke through all darkness and storms.

Looking at it from the side, it seems that the whole world has been divided into two realms.

Light and Dark!

In that bright field, even the wind seemed to slow down, and the originally red and dazzling magma seemed to have dimmed under the sunlight.

Everything was temporarily calmed by this sunshine.

Next Second......

"Phew-"

A cry resounded through the sky, piercing the golden cracked stone, and seemed to sound directly into the depths of people's hearts, making everyone involuntarily cover their ears and hold down their chests.

Blue-white lightning flashed, and a bird with two long feathers descended from the sky.

Zhuang Buyuan put his hands behind his back, stood quietly on Uncle Ling's back, and looked at Indigo below condescendingly.

Behind him, countless four-winged war chickens lined up in a tight formation, like an angel army from heaven, rapidly descending.

The big scoop in battle armor rode on the black war, its iron-gray feathers, shining with a cold and hard glow in the sun, like a ruthless sword.

He raised his hand and shouted: "War Rooster Knights, dispatch!" ”

Behind him, hundreds of rooster riders roared at the same time: "Protect the earth!" ”

Their roar was accompanied by the cries of the four-winged war cocks.

After such a long period of working together, they have long been companions in body and mind.

Every move, every breath and breath is completely synchronized.

"Knights of the Rooster!"

"Victory! Win! Win! ”

The morale of the soldiers was high, and the shouts resounded in the sky, whether it was on a warship not far away, or on an aircraft carrier thousands of miles away, or anyone else who could share the picture in real time, they couldn't help but have their blood surging up, and their hairs stood on end!

Owner, go on the expedition!

Brewman, go on the expedition!

Rooster Rider, Expedition!

Guardian of the Earth, on the march!