Thirty-six flames rushed into the sky, dragging a dazzling gas turbulence.

The near-nuclear explosion was accompanied by a huge shock wave covering an area of 140,000 square kilometers, and all the buildings in the area were broken and shattered in the impact, and thousands of concrete embers were swept into the sky in a hemispherical shape. All remaining mantle airfields and transoceanic undersea passages were filled with frantic shouting, with telephone ringing and shrill voices overshadowing shrill sirens. The surviving people engulfed the security forces like a colony of nesting ants, breaking through layers of defense and rushing to the last remaining means of transport, whether helicopters or small yachts, as long as it was a way to survive, it was worth fighting for its life.

A Boeing-787 scurried out of the acceleration runway in a panic, the landing gear was only halfway open, the metal axles scraped the ground, the sound made the eyes burst out of black spots, and through the glass of the main compartment, the pilot was a housewife, perhaps due to luck, and the transport pod that could stuff a lot of surviving lives was delivered to an ordinary person. But the emptiness of the passenger compartment also shows that this kind of sustenance is wrong, and some people always put their lives on the spot.

The propulsion tube of 787 is starting to red-hot, and the fuel mixed with a certain class of components is entering the reaction zone, and soon the hydrogen flame will carry this lucky but morally thin man away from death.

Hope was fleeting, and the engine of the Leopard 2A6 muffled the edict of death, while the main armored track cover pierced the belly of the 787. The blazing fire roared, blackening the half-twisted fuselage. The bright arc of the first fuel poured out had not yet dimmed, the blood flames had erupted, and a third of the explosion had feathered, and the fuselage rushed in the opposite direction of the force, followed by a second crumb rupture.

Vertical metal plates flew out, and charred figures stood above the turret.

He emerged from the dead cells as if he had taken off a jumpsuit, his black body still standing in place.

Inspirational Apostle: Noah, he has a bony mask on his face, and the light in his eye sockets resembles a reaction of distorted particles in a black hole.

When he injected the serum, he had already foreseen some irreversible changes in himself, Goin would not die, and Alvina had nightmares in her nightmares, all of which tried to cost him her life.

But he has always been a hero, and only writes off his promises before he dies.

Noah looked at the sky, and the setting sun reflected in his eyes. And he saw the fire of the LORD.