The head of the "Black Phoenix" was thrown 100 meters into the air by the "Six-winged Vermilion Bird Beast", followed by a rapid fall, and smashed heavily to the ground, with a huge impact force, smashing a large crater several meters deep on the ground.

Perhaps no one but Franky Mill could have fallen from such a high altitude and still be able to hold on to his life without internal bleeding or fractures.

Frankimir was lucky enough to save his life, but the dizziness filled with a strong feeling of vomiting made Frankimir feel that the world was spinning, and he couldn't see anything clearly in the white expanse in front of him, and his ears were buzzing, and the whole person was about to leave. He had never experienced such unbearable pain in his life.

In a trance, Frankimir felt as if his body was splitting, from one to two, like an earthworm that had been cut off by someone, from one to two.

He slowly opened his eyes, and he seemed to be immersed in some kind of viscous solution, and outside of the vague liquid, he seemed to see a person, a familiar person.

The man was dressed in a German ** costume and looked very handsome and handsome. At the same time that he was looking at the man, the man seemed to be looking at him as well. The two of them looked at each other like this, through the viscous liquid.

The pattern became extremely bright in front of his eyes, and Frank Miir felt as if he was lying on the operating table, and such a handsome German ** officer was standing beside him at the moment, looking at him intently.

Wait a minute, Frank Mill, as if he had seen something incredible, and he instantly understood why he thought that the officer in front of him seemed to be acquainted, because it was none other than him, he was himself, he was himself, and he was standing by his side!

What a horrific scene, what a ridiculous scene, how could such a thing happen in the world, there could be no two identical people in the world. Humans are not machines. It is possible to be completely copied and imitated, and even if it is a twin brother, there must be many differences.

Nothing is exactly the same in this world. As long as it is, it can't be the same, maybe it will be the same in the far reaches of outer space, but it is never possible on Earth.

Frank Mire closed his eyes tightly, then opened them again, and he returned to the cockpit. I saw the mess in front of me again, and all the illusions I had just had disappeared in an instant, it was just an illusion, a brief and real illusion.

He didn't understand what was going on, how he could see himself in a strange Nazi uniform like that. She had never been to Germany, let alone met any German officials, he only knew that by the time he grew up, the Second World War would have been over for many years. Is it because of weekdays. I watched too many war movies to have such an inexplicable hallucination? Of course, since it's an illusion, there's no need to care.

There was no more time for Frank Mire to think, and he watched outside the window as a black shadow shrouded him, and a huge thick leg was stomping down on him.

Frankimir immediately realized that now was not the time to think about boring questions. In order not to bury himself here, he had to endure the pain of falling from a height. Struggled to climb out of the garbage-like cockpit, slammed open the twisted and deformed hatch, and desperately escaped from the cockpit at the last moment when the giant foot fell.

Frankie Mill fell weakly on the grass. He gasped sharply, the escape just now had exhausted his last strength. It was a life-and-death situation, and it was impossible for him to make any reservations in order to survive.

Frankimir has a special constitution that ordinary people can't have, but no matter how special he is. No matter how powerful he is, he is still a person, a living person, not a mecha, not a cyborg beast, not a god. He has flesh and blood, it itches, it hurts, it hurts, it dies.

Frankie Mill lay on his back on the grass, and he no longer had the strength to get up and escape from the perilous battlefield. His only feeling was that the world was spinning and the whole world was about to collapse.

Frankimir looked at the sky in prostration, the rusty red clouds, making him feel as if he was like these rusty clouds, fragmented, miserable, and completely desperate, making him lose his desire to survive.

Suddenly, there seemed to be something blocking the rusty clouds in the sky, it was a huge scorpion tail, the tail of the "Crimson Emperor Scorpion".

The sharp tail needle on the scorpion tail stabbed down on Frankimir quickly, and Frankimir had no strength to dodge, so he could only wait helplessly for the sharp scorpion tail to pierce his chest.

At this moment, Frankimir vaguely felt that something grabbed his feet, and then dragged him hard, so that he was lucky enough to avoid the attack of the "Crimson Emperor Scorpion" and avoid being buried under the terrible scorpion tail.

Frankimir was always dragged forward, knowing that he was being dragged behind a large tree. Someone threw him under a tree, and then he found that the person who saved him was the brave general, Peel.

The Pell in front of him has long since ceased to be majestic, and his embarrassed and embarrassed appearance does not seem to have anything to do with Frankimir, although Pell has made a little bit of his past appearance, but he is still a handsome young man.

Seeing Pell look like this, Frankimir couldn't help but laugh at once, even if he didn't have any strength, he still couldn't help laughing. He wanted to laugh at Pell and laugh at himself, who would have thought that things would develop to this point, he thought that everything was under control, but he almost lost his life.

"You...... Why...... Want to save me? Frank Mill asked breathlessly, his words staccato and his strength to finish in one breath.

"I'm not saving you, I'm saving myself. The enemy of my enemy is my ally, and now that there is so much disparity, I don't want to lose a helper. I just saved you, if you really don't want to die, we'd better let go of our past suspicions for the time being, and we can only escape from here if we join forces. You have to remember that from now on, you owe me a life. Pell said equally out of breath.

Frankimir fell from such a high altitude without losing his life, which made Pell feel that at least for now, Frankimir would be his only and best ally.

"Okay...... We close ...... There is no other way now...... Maybe you're right...... We should join forces. Frank Mire said weakly, his eyes fixed on Pell's eyes......

"I've heard about you somewhat, and that's why I chose you. All will die. But I know a way out. We may be able to escape from here, for that's where the Sixteen Divine Beasts came in. Pell looked behind him, at the crew members who were still suffering in pain, suffering from the beasts.

"You mean you know the escape route? Do you think we can really escape? Frankier asked noncommittally.

"Don't try it. Who knows the outcome? That place is not far from here, for some reason, no one will ever guard there, only the divine beasts will enter and exit from there, about three kilometers away. Pell replied with a nod.

"Okay...... I agree...... But let me breathe a sigh of relief first. Frankie Mill nodded with difficulty.

"It's safe here for the time being. We have plenty of rest time waiting for you to regain your strength. The monsters are busy dealing with them, and I think they'll ignore us for now. Pell said as he moved Frankimir into the haystack so that they could hide more and make it difficult for the beasts to discover their whereabouts.

While Pell was still looking for the best place to hide, a jaw-dropping scene took place on the battlefield of wanton killing. The sudden and earth-shattering changes seem to be a miracle.

One had a golden sphere, like a meteorite falling into the sky, and like a flying saucer from outside the sky. With billowing smoke, they burst out of the air and landed around the divine beasts one after another.

In an instant, Frank Miir and Pell suddenly visited Earth with the idea that this was an alien. Since the end of World War II, under the influence of public opinion in the United States, the focus of the world's attention seems to be on the fantastical question of when aliens will visit the earth.

Today. No scientist can prove that there are other planets in this world than the Earth. There is also life. Although there are always many guys who stand up and say that those pyramids of ancient Egypt, temples of the Mayans, and even the Buddha of India and the dragon totem of the Chinese, are the last things about the existence of aliens, even in the Bible. There is also a lot of history about the visit of aliens to Earth.

However, these various and bizarre statements are more unconvincing than the ancient myths and legends, no one will believe them, people will only think that these nerds are stupid when they read, and they can't tell what is real and what is fantasy.

The huge golden sphere, landing in the war zone, spewed a large amount of thick white smoke, just like in a science fiction movie, the aliens are making final preparations for a full-scale invasion after reaching the earth. Everything looks like a movie, exactly the same, without any difference.

In the talented people Frank Mire and Pell both thought that they were not aliens, and they really came to Earth like this. They are still very young, and more than 20 years of life experience make him still full of curiosity about the world. They are open to any kind of new thing, and these new things, the more bizarre they are, the more they believe in them.

The one who believes most in the existence of aliens will always be the youngest. People in their twenties are not naïve, but they are not mature enough, they lack the experience of the world, and it is difficult for them to completely get rid of their whimsical childishness in both thought and behavior. No matter how much they try to disguise themselves and make themselves look as mature and sophisticated as possible, they are not yet in sound mind, but they can easily betray themselves.

There were seven golden orbs falling from the sky, front and back. Each one is huge, at least it doesn't have to be small. At the same time, each golden sphere has infiltrated the atmosphere and landed around the divine beast, as if it had all been rehearsed in advance, and now it is only reproduced on the stage. Whether it is the position of the divine beast or the landing point of the golden sphere, it seems to have been rehearsed in advance, just according to the script, step by step.

However, the strange appearance in front of him did not end there. The golden sphere that fell to the ground quickly underwent an incredible change. The golden orb began to crack, and hidden within the orb were some strangely shaped black metal parts.

The shape of the golden orb changed rapidly, followed by a sharp metal crash and a dull sound of gear grinding. One by one, the round spheres quickly took on the form of a human being, and in a short period of less than five minutes, these irregular shapes of golden spheres all turned into black iron mecha with golden light.

The tall fuselage, humanoid features, smooth armor, and nimble movements made Frankimir and Pell all dumbfounded, what the hell is going on, where did these strange mechas, these half-gold and half-black metal monsters come from. (To be continued.) )