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"Ahh

Huang Wutian's eyes suddenly flashed with surprise, and he said loudly.

The more you harvest, the more you will return to China in the future, and the greater the deterrent.

"Yes, it saved us too much time, I really want to return to Huaxia immediately and rush to outer space!"

Su Ming sighed in his heart, fortunately, he came to the Northwest Battlefield, and there were too many things left here.

If it weren't for their harboring evil intentions, there would never be such a catastrophe of extermination.

"Let's wait, we'll see how many flying saucers there are!"

Huang Wutian, Ye Zhifan and the others were full of curiosity, after more than ten hours, the changes were already so terrifying?

With a word of promise, he suspended on the periphery of the Far North Wasteland, quietly waiting.

Soon, in less than three minutes, they saw a huge change outside.

I saw that 10,000 meters in the air on the left and right, all kinds of flying saucers, battleships, and cosmic-class motherships, more than 2,000 of them, flew densely in the air.

"My God, no wonder it can cover a continent, how many ships are there!"

Ye Zhifan stood up instantly and looked at the screen blankly.

I never thought it would be like this.

The sight from the outside, truly stunning.

"That's a lot, I can't count them at all, there must be more than three thousand!"

Huang Wutian looked at the black spot beyond the scope of exploration, and couldn't help but estimate.

They formed a three-dimensional battle array, otherwise it would be even more terrifying.

Overwhelming!

This is the only word that can describe the magnificence.

"Come on, come on, let's enter the Far North Wasteland together, see any life scene, chickens and dogs will not be left!"

When the fleet arrived at the edge of the Far North Wasteland, Su Ming immediately turned on everyone's video and gave an order.

"Yes, God of War!"

The sound of uniformity, on Su Ming's universe-class mothership, everyone's excited shouts were heard.

"God of War, I want to ask, how many flying saucers are there?

Huang Wutian's face was full of shock, and he couldn't help but ask.

It's the first time I've seen such a huge fleet and want to ask for clarification.

"1,820 flying saucers, 730 warships, plus twenty-eight space-class motherships, the strength is unprecedentedly powerful! There are also many semi-finished parts, and 3,000 various mechas, which are enough to arm a terrifying fleet!"

It was not Su Ming who spoke, but Qiu Ya who was standing next to him, her face glowing with endless brilliance, adding softness.

This is not a secret, it can be said to have a huge deterrent power.

"My God, there are so many, we should be able to form a space fleet! I hope that when we go back, we will immediately enter the extraterritorial battlefield and defeat all the enemies!"

When Huang Wutian heard the terrifying number, he instantly thought of the huge combat power, and prepared to go to the extraterritorial battlefield and exert his might.

The future, just thinking about it, feels extremely terrifying.

"You have to pay attention, these are all foreign objects, and they are for ordinary people to expand their territory. We are real warriors, and we don't need to pursue these things!"

"You should know that there are endless masters in the extraterrestrial starry sky, there are infinite masters in the human race, and the real number of warships on the Green Planet is far greater than this, and they are still destroyed! Strength and combat effectiveness are what you should pursue!"

Su Ming suddenly stood up and poured a basin of cold water on all the people who were in excitement.

It only occurred to everyone at this moment that the green planet, with its more powerful power, was almost in ruins.

On the contrary, it is the earth, because there are infinite masters, and many years of extraterritorial attacks have still not been wiped out.

Master, combat effectiveness, and self-strength are the fundamentals!

When external forces are exhausted, they cannot be relied on all.

"Yes, God of War!

Everyone looked solemn and shouted.

But there is still some joy in my heart, there must be a means of transportation, and the battle on the extraterritorial battlefield can be completed as soon as possible, etc., all of which are exciting things.

"Of course, our strength is insufficient now, so there is no need to be ambitious! We should use all the means that can be used to enhance our combat effectiveness!"

"Let's go and conquer the Far North Wasteland!"

Su Ming comforted again, commanded everyone, and swept forward.

Here, the ice and snow are covered with glaciers, the cold wind is howling, the snowflakes are flying, and the sky is white.

The earth, covered with layers of snowflakes, was swept up by the wind, fluttered wildly, and fell far away.

A huge warband, with a rumbling sound, entered the third continent of the Green Planet.

The ground was snow-white, and even the thermal imaging of the flying saucer and the scanning of the ring did not find anything.

However, in the consciousness of human beings, it can be felt that under the glacier, in the endless ice and snow, there are countless sea creatures.

In some places, there are even survivors of the Greenskins, who can't escape the strafing of flying saucers and a single cannonball.

It is impossible to give them a chance to live.

The speed at which it actually swept across a continent, very fast.

Even if there was a killing, it was still fast.

However, in three hours, the Far North Wasteland was calm again, and the snowflakes flying in the sky covered everything and made it impossible to see anything.

The only thing that can be seen is that the glaciers in some places have been shattered and turned into plains.

Nothing has changed.

"God of War, there is still the last continent left, which is also the continent where the Divine Mountain is located, maybe there are still survivors of the Greenskin Clan, maybe there is really some mysterious scene, should we go slowly?"

After sweeping out of the Far North Wasteland, the fleet stayed on the ground, and a group of people sat on the Cosmos-class mothership, discussing future actions.

Flying continuously, people want to come out to breathe and feel the air outside.

Even if something happens, they are not afraid.

"Everyone is taking shifts to breathe, I'm checking the news, and I'm going out in ten hours! We must make all preparations to avoid being caught by surprise in a hurry!

Su Ming thought for a moment and gave an order to everyone.

After a big battle, I haven't gotten a break, and I've been flying for a few hours, so I need to rest for a while.

Rest is rest, but all go into flying saucers, and there are special guards so that they are ready to fight at any time.

All the flying saucers fell into silence, only Su Ming, still looking at the black box with blazing eyes.

Track down all the news of Mount Kinabalu.

It's just that there is very little news about the sacred mountain in the black box, but it is just a false rumor from the greenskin clan, and there is no specific situation.

Even if you search for top-secret documents, there is no description of Mount Kinabalu in them.

In the end, it is necessary to collect the space-time nodes, and only then will there be some explanations.

The sacred mountain, with its unpredictable abilities, is the guardian of the planet and the god of the earth.

Sacrifices, prayers, and appeasement of Mother Earth are required in order to enter smoothly and achieve one's wishes.

No matter who you are, as long as you enter a radius of a thousand meters, you will definitely feel the pressure of terror!

A series of statements made Su Ming's brows furrow, and there was no way to do it.

Mother Earth, in the legends of Chinese ancestors, also existed.

However, whether it is a thing or not, Su Ming is not sure.

(End of chapter)

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