A rich, almost substantial aura condenses into a straight beam of light of a kilometer, with central London as the central axis, splitting the night sky.

The beam of light sword swung straight down, and the sword momentum was like a tide that caused a whistling wind, and the thick and gloomy clouds were all blown away, as if they were slowly and rapidly retreating, revealing the bleak moonlight hidden behind the clouds.

Everywhere the light went, everything crumbled and cracked, air, dust, reinforced concrete buildings, and several airships in the sky.

The sleek exterior of the war behemoths was immediately sliced through the exterior armor made of light alloy by the lightsaber, destroying the bright silver lacquer, tearing the inner skin, and destroying the steel support structure inside the airship.

Dozens of airbag chambers inside the airship were twisted and broken, and the tail power chamber painted with the anti-swastika symbol was detonated, igniting a thick smoke - fortunately, the airbag chamber was filled with more stable helium than hydrogen, otherwise the airship would have been completely ignited within half a minute of the flames.

However, the final result was not much different, and the airships that were cut off by the waist were wrapped in thick smoke, posing as "grabbing the ground with their heads", and fell to the ground.

Li Angfeng lightly disarmed the aura sword, stared at the anti-swastika mark painted on the tail rudder of the airship, thoughtfully took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and pressed it a few times at random.

The central intelligent brain processing center of the underground experimental base of the school city,Immediately, with the highest priority permission,Forcibly connected the monitoring chip in the back of Baron Straker's neck。

The Hydra-born Baron Straker, after being drained of value, has been remodeled by Ms. Harry Quinn's personality remodeling surgery to become a non-hazardous guinea pig, with lower authority than normal employees and higher than "experimental D-class personnel".

Normal employees of the underground experimental base can pass through most unclassified places, have access to information with a low level of confidentiality, and can even undertake tasks assigned by superiors, and improve the level of employees by completing tasks.

And the "experimental D-class personnel",It's a secret cooperation between the school city and governments at the unofficial level.。

The Academy City will select some of the most heinous anti-human death row inmates from American prisons to carry out all kinds of inhumane and extremely dangerous taboo experiments, including but not limited to the cross-mutation of extraordinary powers, the study of the effects of high-yield nuclear β and Y-ray radiation on the human body, and the strengthening of the physiological qualities of ordinary individuals by divine blood, etc., and the specific results of the experiments will be shared with governments as appropriate.

With his extraordinary talent for body regeneration, Baron Straker survived a series of horrific forbidden human trials and finally obtained the right to live.

At this time, he was sitting in the staff cafeteria of the underground experimental base with Lars Gul Ayre, Deathstroke and others, holding a fork and knife, and cutting vegetarian sandwiches with an expressionless face.

The staff cafeteria is spacious, with all wooden furnishings and luxurious and elegant décor, comparable to the iceberg restaurant built by the penguin man in Gotham City.

The interior of the canteen adopts a fully automated system, and the octopus intelligent servant cooks, orders, cleans and other services, which is efficient, elegant and pleasant.

But Baron Straker couldn't be happier, years of human trials had basically destroyed his spirit, and now he was still supported by Harry Quinn's virtual personality.

"You have a newsletter from Leon."

A line of subtitles popped up in Baron Straker's eyes, and as soon as he wanted to click to accept, the central brain of the experimental base had already connected to the back of the neck chip and directly took over the control of Baron Straker's body.

The Central Intelligence Brain quickly checked all the information in Baron Straker's brain, quickly and efficiently retrieved what Leon wanted, and projected it all in Leon's pupils in the form of a Linux system file format.

"Hydra is a Nazi remnant, but Nazi remnants are not the same as Hydra.

The SS major, who led the "last brigade", was the most devout fundamentalist Nazi. Following all the ideas of the mustachioed Führer, adhering to the idea of 'fulfilling the long-cherished wish of the Third Reich', he gathered strength behind his back and planned a conspiracy. ”

Leon raised his eyebrows with interest, and unhurriedly flipped through Baron Straker's memories.

"We've been attacked,"

In the command cabin of the airship, a Prussian man dressed in the uniform of a high-ranking German officer during World War II picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted: "Repeat, we are under attack!" ”

On the other end of the intercom, the major's indifferent voice came, "Then abandon the airship and prepare for ground warfare." ”

Hundreds of tons of steel and gravity due to the vertical drop caused these Nazi airships to fall almost unstoppably, crashing straight into the high-rise buildings in the city center.

Rumble!

The flames of the magnificent explosion bloomed, the rubble flew and the steel flew sideways, and the thick smoke that rose could only be described as "obscuring the sky".

The horrific images left London's inhabitants trembling with their legs and despairing. These ordinary people, who live in developed countries in times of peace, have never understood the horrors of war as much as they do today.

War-themed films, no matter how ingenious the props, lighting, and sound effects are, no matter how the director and leading actors cooperate, they can only develop towards the goal of "restoring the battlefield as much as possible".

The movie projected on a huge screen is just a fake artifact.

The thick and pungent smoke of gunpowder, the stinking blood, the unkempt residents fleeing in a hurry through the ruins of the city, and the roar of explosions that came from nowhere.

Countless panicked people ran past Leon, but he didn't care, just raised his head, narrowed his eyes, and stared at the smoke-filled place.

Inky black raindrops fell from the cabin of the falling airship and rushed diagonally out of the smoke from the explosion.

It was hundreds of people wearing black gliders, gliding slowly and landing steadily on the streets of London.

Li Ang raised his eyebrows, stopped his movements, and walked nonchalantly to the middle of the street.

In the thick smoke, a longing figure was revealed.

He wore a double-breasted waist-cinching tweed coat for officers in the Imperial German Army during World War II, with antique iron epaulettes and collar badges on his clothes, a button-down military hat on his head, and a windproof mask on his face.

It's not so much that they're big-headed soldiers, but that they're officers who came out of the history books.

Historic landmarks have been blown up and cut off, tens of millions of tons of reinforced concrete masonry have been smashed, familiar streets and alleys have been reduced to messy morgues, and the faces of their fresh, flesh-and-blood compatriots have become cold corpses.

The war is not as magnificent and impassioned as people imagine, like the vigorous army under the Arc de Triomphe, like the clay puppet statues standing quietly in the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang.

War is always embarrassing, hurried, cruel and barbaric, like the rotten bones in the mire, like the craggy thorns on the narrow mountain road. At the time of causing panic and trauma, the cowardice and cowardice of human nature, brutality and cruelty are infinitely magnified.

The German officers, who came out of the smoke, removed their masks.

Their lips cracked to the sides, almost to the sides of their ears, their sharp, white teeth as hideous as if they were pressed against their gums, blood rippled across them, crimson almost substantial.

The last Nazi brigade of the Artificial Bloods, after nearly a century, has finally landed on London soil again.