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Detonating three nuclear bombs was indeed an idea that Wu Ming came up with on the spot. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This idea has not been scientifically calculated, but is only an approximation estimated by Wu Ming. The NX16 nuclear warhead, carried on a short-range surface-to-surface missile, has a range of 300 kilometers, an explosion power of about 160,000 tons**, and a coverage radius of more than 5 kilometers......

That power was already terrifying, but in Wu Ming's opinion, it was far from enough.

Wu Ming knew his state at his peak, and he also knew very well how unimaginable the consciousness he once had, and in the Fresh Meat Arena, almost every life-and-death duel would have a bombardment with similar power, but the dark energy network around the arena could easily absorb the super powerful shock wave, and the huge iron cage that was enough to accommodate hundreds of thousands of alien viewers didn't even shake it.

Of course, Wu Ming didn't expect this nuclear explosion to bring any harm to the alien demon, all he needed was to use the short moment of the nuclear radiation explosion to receive energy as much as possible, so as to stimulate the dark neurons that had been sleeping for a long time, so that the consciousness could reach the peak again, or even surpass the peak.

Only then would he be able to summon his old companion and unleash the most powerful attack on the demon!

And three nuclear bombs, in Wu Ming's opinion, are about the limit of what he can bear.

In fact, Wu Ming is not 100% sure of this.

In the first 21 years of his life, Wu Ming was baptized by nuclear radiation almost every day, the desperately dark radiation furnace, the glowing radiation crystals, and the pain of billions of sharp knives piercing into the bone marrow...... It took all the unspeakable tribulations to create the most powerful Warrior of Enlightenment ever.

But those near-devastating trainings are still only a process of accumulation, a gradual process.

No one had ever been crazy enough to run to the center of a nuclear explosion to be tempered, and no matter how strong his dark neurons were, they couldn't absorb such a furious energy in just a moment.

But Wu Ming had thought about it, and had already decided to do so, and he had no turning back, because he needed those two hitchhikers to survive......

Wu Ming never expected that he would gain friendship in this era, it was too far away for him, as if it was just an empty description shoehorned into his head: live and die together, and treat each other with all sincerity...... When such words occasionally pop out of his head, Wu Ming will secretly feel funny - if such sentiments are really deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, then how can the final abandonment appear?!

But now, Wu Ming began to be convinced.

When the two guys, Lilac and Yaji, stepped on the motorcycle, and were so depressed that they couldn't say anything along the way, and only squeezed their hands tightly, Wu Ming began to be convinced. Although the human beings of this world have not experienced the never-ending misery, all kinds of virtues are still buried deep in their hearts, and they will only be revealed when the time is right - they are actually lovely creatures......

The Green Goblin had stopped, floating lightly on the surface of the sea.

The rain also stopped. The sky was still cloudy, but the sea was calm, as if waiting for the biggest tide to arrive.

Wu Ming is also looking forward to the tide, the tide caused by the nuclear explosion. The tide should flood into the ancient city, and wash the streets clean, so that there are no dead bodies everywhere, no more broken bricks and tiles, no pain, no sorrow.

After sending Lilac and Yaji to the wartime headquarters, this lonely journey, Wu Ming saw clearly what misfortune this ancient city was suffering.

This is not a blood-stained city, because the blood of the warriors did not even have a chance to flow. The charred corpses and broken chariots were the last traces left by the soldiers to the position......

The 35th Mobile Division has probably lost more than 5,000 casualties, right? Wu Ming conservatively estimated.

But they certainly won't be wiped out, because Wu Ming saw quite a few survivors along the way, crawling in the grass and shivering, hiding behind the rocks and crying. Presumably, as the obnoxious Judson said, the survivors did not attack, did not cause the slightest trouble to the demon, so they had to stay alive, but the terrifying shadow would remain in their memory.

The soldiers actually did their part. Wu Ming must admit that in the face of such an inexplicably powerful creature, they still have the courage to raise the guns in their hands and aim steadily, which means that they have done their best.

Life is only once for anyone, it is a precious gift of creation, and when life is about to be ruthlessly taken away, they still dare to wave their arms to the god of fate, they can be called heroes. Or, at least...... He should not be called a traitor and a coward by future generations.

Now, the soldiers are safe for the time being, as Marven's drone swarm is playing as a decoy.

It was like a magnificent air show, like 64 silver steel eagles dancing collectively in the air, in a neat line and graceful posture, except that when they dived close to the ground, the sudden cannon seemed to breathe fire.

But the 23mm cannon certainly couldn't do any damage to the demon, and only provoked a small amount of anger, like a focused chef who suddenly noticed a bunch of flies gathered on the board, so he had to put aside his work for a while, pick up a fly swatter and shoot the flying insects into hell one by one.

Of course, the chef must have been much wiser, and he must have realized what the purpose of those controlled flies was, because Wu Ming saw it, and he could have shot down the remaining two drones into the sea, but he couldn't help it, and kept following the guide messenger, circling around in the air.

The energy of the compatriot should not be much, this moment of flight will inevitably bring additional consumption, that is good news for Wu Ming, no matter whether his crazy blow can be successful or not, at least after that, the fierce demon will have to rest for a while, and that means that the remnants of the 35th Mobile Division will have the opportunity to abandon their existing positions and evacuate far away.

They deserve to save their lives, because only if they are alive can they continue to fight.

There was still a minute left before the scheduled time, and the black spot in the air was approaching, but it went around again, and it was estimated that Marven's program was doing tricks. What the mechanic needs is to be right from second to second, and with his level of rigor, he should be able to do it every second of the second.

It's really hard to pass the boring time of waiting for someone......

The sea is so quiet.

The undulations of the waves seem to be dripped out of the sound; The fish seemed to have foreseen something, and hid in the depths of the sea, refusing to float up and sing; Seven or eight seabirds had already found a rock to rest on, but they seemed to be only mute.

At such a moment, in such a place, it would be nice to have someone around to talk.

And that person, Wu Ming hopes to be a lilac.

In fact, in that short journey, Wu Ming's wish was fulfilled. He chatted with Lilac for a while, nearly a minute, but unfortunately there was a Yaji in between, and the content of the conversation was limited to whether it was a nuclear bomb or three nuclear bombs, and whether he had a bad brain.

That was obviously not what Wu Ming wanted.

But if he delved deeper, Wu Ming found that he didn't really know what to say. There should be something like that in the jumbled knowledge in your head, like, "You're beautiful today," or "You're going to eat something in a moment," or "Let's go to the movies......

But those words didn't make much sense, it was like two fools talking, and with Lilac's character, Wu Ming was sure that she didn't bother to listen to those useless things.

Lilac should be fond of saying, "I must go, my people need me!" ”

The expression must also be serious, with incomparable determination in the eyes, and it is best to pair it with a handsome gesture such as arranging a bow tie or brushing your hair.

Wu Ming moved his shoulders and stroked the folds on the shoulders of his suit. He felt that he could perform well, and that pretended sense of justice and responsibility, he could definitely show it, and there would be no flaws.

But it's a shame she's not here......

Wu Ming opened the protective cover, and the red light on the Green Goblin Star's dashboard began to flash again, which meant that the monster motorcycle had begun to consume a huge amount of energy, and with its current power reserve, it was estimated that it was only enough to last for three minutes.

But that warning Wu Ming didn't care, what he cared about most at the moment was that Lilac wasn't here.

You should find a way to reach her, right? There is still time to say a few words, it must be too late.

An unmanned fighter plane had just crashed into the sea, and the flames had risen, but it didn't seem to make any sound. The sea is still as quiet as ever.

Wu Ming reached into the inner bosom of his suit, where he was carrying an antique.

The phone was fine, and even though the clothes were soaked inside and out, the sturdy thing wasn't affected. Wu Ming held it up in front of his eyes, and then held it high in the air - the signal was unexpectedly full!

Wu Ming smiled happily and withdrew his palm again. Just in the original position of the palm, just three or four hundred meters in the air, a black shadow was hovering there.

Since there was no problem with the communication signal, there was no reason for the call to be delayed. Wu Ming put the phone to his ear, but remembered that this thing didn't seem to be used like that.

It's an old antique, unable to read brain waves, or even understand voice commands. It requires a dial, which is a unique sequence of numbers. Ancient people seem to be like that, when they see the beautiful girl they like, the first thing they say is often "Can you give me a phone number", old-fashioned, but direct and efficient.

I don't know if Lilac still has an old-fashioned number, and even if she does, Wu Ming forgot to ask.

Gently press the button in the middle, and the screen screen changes, probably a call log, only a short string of numbers. Could it be so lucky that he could have connected to her so easily?

Wu Ming put the phone to his ear again, and waved his hand into the air at the same time, signaling the dark guy to wait for a while.

A cold computer voice came: "This is voicemail, please press the asterisk key to leave a message, and press the pound key to listen to the message......"

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