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The British Prime Minister's Office, hundreds of kilometers away, suddenly became agitated at this time. A shrill siren sounded over the city, and the prime minister hurried into his office, and he said in a deep voice: "What the hell is going on?" ”

The key figures of more than a dozen key departments in the office, including the Meteorological Monitoring Bureau, the Ocean Testing Bureau, and the Space Administration, gathered together, looking anxious, as if they were on pins and needles.

The director of the Meteorological Monitoring Bureau explained: "We have just reported to six research centers in the Atlantic, including the Wenders Meteorological Institute and the Claude Ocean Center, and have carried out synchronous verification with the Meteorological Satellite Monitoring Bureau of the National Space Administration: from four hours ago, the water level in the Atlantic Ocean has continued to fall, and the overall water level has dropped by nearly one meter so far!" ”

"A meter down?" The Prime Minister's face was solemn: "So what? ”

"More critical is the sudden appearance of a very large hurricane in the Atlantic." "According to the real-time monitoring data of the Joint Typhoon Warning Center, two hours ago, the wind strength of this hurricane surpassed that of Typhoon Tepei in 1979, and five minutes ago it had already broken through the upper limit of the Hurricane Safir Simpson scale, and it is still rising," said the director of the Meteorological Monitoring Bureau. ”

"What's going on? Has the cause been found? President Clinton asked solemnly.

"This hurricane has exceeded our imagination and even upended all existing knowledge in our meteorological science." The director wiped the sweat stains on his head and said in a low voice: "Space Agency data shows that there is no abnormality in space gravity, and we prefer to believe that the greatest possibility is that this is a meteorological weapon that has never appeared before, affecting the global climate." ”

"Weather weapons?" The prime minister's face was as ugly as death, and he roared: "Confirm whether it is the problem of the United States, whether they are engaged in some secret experiment." ”

At the same time, many countries in the European Union have successively declared a typhoon red alert, because of the appearance of this huge hurricane, nearly 100 countries around the world have fallen into the chaos of the impending end.

The White House on the other side of the ocean was also in an uproar, and US President Clinton was anxious and said loudly: "Isn't it a damn Russian secret experiment?" Or the UK? ”

The secretary hurriedly pushed the door in and said loudly: "President, thirty-two countries including Russia, China, and the United Kingdom have all called in unison to ask if we are experimenting with large meteorological weapons!" ”

"Check!" President Clinton's face was bruised, "Check the countries!" Check the mutants! Activate our intelligence system and find out at all costs! ”

At this time, hundreds of students in the synagogue of the Mutant Academy in New York gathered together, looking at the giant hurricane standing up to the sky on the TV screen with pale and solemn faces.

At this time, someone shouted, "The professor is here." The crowd suddenly parted like a tide, revealing a thin back in a wheelchair.

"Don't be in a hurry, kids." Professor Charles's calm eyes soothed the turbulent heart, and he said with gentle relief.

Suddenly, his face turned pale, his eyes pierced through the majestic rain curtain on the TV screen, his face was filled with indescribable sadness and pain, and he muttered to himself: "No, Oloro, Storm Oloro, why is that?" ”

On the TV screen, as far as the sea could see, dozens of huge black tornadoes soared into the sky, reaching thousands of meters in the sky. Trillions of tons of seawater, under the blowing of the wind, are like a curtain sweeping up, and the waves are magnificent.

The sound of the wind is like the screaming of the devil, and the high-speed droplets of water can scrape rough wounds on people, and can wear out everything that exists in the storm.

In such a nightmarish scene, the eye of the hurricane is eerily calm! In the very center of the hurricane, a special fluid structure is formed under low atmospheric pressure, and a golden-winged Dapeng eagle spreads its wings for hundreds of meters.

The storm coiled around the golden eagle like a tame dragon, surrounded by devastating winds and waves.

On the back of the golden eagle, the storm girl Oloro and Matthew are closely entangled in an extremely ambiguous posture.

Matthew's majestic and vast spiritual power converges on Stormstorm, like a capacitive amplifier, infinitely amplifying Stormstorm's abilities. The force of the powerful wind was incomparably tightly encircled, and according to the will of the two of them, began to reshape the traction storm.

Around the two of them, one after another spiritual storms continued to condense out, and the storms in the air were really the manifestation of their spiritual will intersecting with the natural world, rather than an abstract expression of "brainstorming".

The force of the wind, not the wind, but the movement of molecules, is pure and powerful, full of pure power, destructive power and vitality.

Movement is eternal, like a butterfly's wings flickering, as long as the flashing time is right, the place is right, the angle is right, and the strength is right, a typhoon can be formed.

Now, after days of uninterrupted and precise guidance, the butterfly's wings have grown into a super hurricane across the Atlantic.

Trillions of sea water are swept into the sky, and the waves move in the air like towering mountains thousands of meters high, like an ocean floating in the air.

The aircraft carrier group of the Ancient Bloods is still in the Atlantic, struggling to chase the prey ahead.

The wind and waves on the sea became more and more ferocious, and the Daywalker fleet was limited in its ability to maneuver, losing its original speed advantage. According to the current situation of the war, the aircraft carrier group will be able to catch up with the Daywalker fleet in ten minutes and end this war.

The commander of the aircraft carrier group shouted: "Elder, the situation is not right, the wind is getting stronger and stronger, and we are approaching the center of the storm!" ”

Dracula, the elder of the Blood Clan, shouted loudly, "Whatever lies ahead, catch up and annihilate the Sunwalker fleet!" ”

At this moment, a huge wave of thousands of meters high appeared in the sky, like a majestic mountain range, a string of thunderbolts above, and dozens of huge black tornadoes, standing up to the sky and the earth, like giants in a storm, appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Everything was like the end of the world, rumbling and shaking. Dozens of huge tornadoes between heaven and earth, like huge pumping machines, pumped trillions of tons of seawater into the sky, turned into the Nine Heavens Milky Way, and suddenly poured out from the sky.

The volume of this wave was huge, and it lay in front of the fleet, like the majestic Mount Everest mountain range, overwhelming the sea.

"Nope! Veer! Blood Clan Elder Dracula's scalp exploded suddenly, unable to hide the horror in his heart, and shouted in despair.

At this time, the scene in front of me is really like the end is coming. Towering mountain waves, like the Milky Way rolling upside down. A tornado that stands up to the sky, like a giant in a storm. A muffled sound came from the sky, like the beating of war drums, smashing into people's hearts.

At this time, it seems that from the depths of the soul rises not only fear, but also an urge to bow down.

In front of the Blood Clan carrier group, the Daywalker fleet headed straight for the storm like a fearless warrior.

Wherever the fleet passed, the storm suddenly parted like a tide, and the battleship climbed up along the waves hundreds of meters high like a snail, and sailed in the air a hundred meters above the ground, Zeguo, the top of the wave.

Before the waves come, the wind comes first, and the violent hurricane is low and has a distinctive roar, and the fleet rolls and whirls in the storm like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

From time to time, the Bloods were caught up in the storm of chaos. The frenzied turbulence, with terrifying strength and speed, tore through their bodies like a merciless hand. Countless bloods were torn to shreds and crushed into mud.

The Ancient Bloods were almost desperate, some of them tried their best to turn into bats and try to fly away, some escaped into the water, some knelt on the deck and prayed, they had no hope of defeating the Sunwalkers.

On the sea in front of the fleet, waves suddenly rose, and a figure appeared in front of the fleet out of thin air.

Namor, an Atlantean, had long since discovered the ferocious waves on the sea, and he stood on the surface of the sea, countless seawater condensed into a sea giant with a height of nearly 100 meters, wrapped around his body.

Namor waved the trident in his hand, and the sea water under his feet spun at high speed, forming a huge whirlpool with a radius of nearly ten kilometers, leading to the bottom of the sea.

A thunderous roar rang out in the air: "Stop! Step! ”

In the middle of the storm, Matthew, who was standing on top of the golden eagle, showed a playful smile: "Sea Clan? Interesting..."

Matthew stretched out his hand, and the two hurricanes with a diameter of several miles, under the guidance of his will, slowly fused together to form a huge tornado with a diameter of tens of miles.

Under Matthew's calculations, the tornado not only did not die, but was still pushed by the air current, and the originally terrifying speed became more and more terrifying. The tornado swept up trillions of tons of seawater, carrying endless power and might, and slapped down on the sea giant!

Rumble!

In front of everyone's eyes, the waves several kilometers high overturned completely. Trillion tons of seawater smashed into the sea giants, blocking the North Sea with Mount Tai, completely burying and blocking the whirlpool.

Even the Atlanteans, the pride of the sea, can't face this domineering pressure that carries the power of heaven and earth!

Caught off guard, Namor's body was hit by a huge wave, and the sea giant was hit by a powerful force, shattering with a bang, and the powerful force turned his blood into a blood mist.

Namor let out an angry roar and was drowned in the waves.

Only the majestic waves are earth-shattering, and they can't match it!