It was a bright night.
In the doomsday world where the radiation layer enveloped the earth, such a scene was almost impossible, but it really happened because a huge sun appeared in the dark night.
The extremely dazzling sun rises from the west, and the blazing sunlight shines on the towering Berlin Wall.
On the vast land beyond the Berlin Wall, the endless corpses of millions of people cannot bear the dazzling irradiation, falling to the ground like ears of wheat blown by the wind. .
At the edge of the sea of nuclear corpses, the giant fence composed of living dead trees, under the sunlight, is no longer restricted by cooling and dormancy.
It is gradually shrinking from all sides with its teeth and claws, like a harvester, harvesting the nuclear corpse wheat that cannot resist. ear Where am I?
Why didn't I control the army of nuclear zombies to launch a mimetic attack?
Xiao Mingxin's God's perspective outside the world, that is, his self-awareness, came up with this idea for the first time.
Then, he saw himself, to be precise, he saw the Tomorrow Number The Tomorrow was hovering over the ruins of Berlin, shaking like a pendulum.
On both sides of it, two President-class guerrilla ships of the same shape were suspended.
In the cockpit of the Tomorrow, Rose and the other soldiers all sat on their seats and fastened their seat belts, except for Xiao Ming.
He was suspended in mid-air in the presidential cabin, with his black hair standing straight like a hedgehog, his blood-red little face grinning, his bloody eyes showing a ferocious struggle, his outstretched limbs and upright short tail, trembling with electric shock.
The vibration frequency is consistent with the amplitude of the tomorrow signal.
The shell of the Tomorrow Number vibrated and made a sizzling sound, as if it was about to disintegrate.
Everyone on the seats also trembled.
Except for Rose and Wanruo, they had all experienced this kind of battle and did not show any panic expression.
Meiruo, who was being held by Gong Er, even let out a playful laugh.
Xiao Ming was smiling bitterly.
This was a resonance attack from two President-class guerrilla ships.
His stream of consciousness was entirely focused on the confrontation with the three resonance waves.
Naturally, he could not control the army of nuclear zombies to counterattack the encirclement and suppression of the Living Dead Tree.
Yes, the three resonant waves and the flanking attack by the two President-class guerrilla ships only served a directional and blocking role.
The decisive resonant attack came from the giant sun.
Otherwise, the stream of consciousness energy condensed by tens of millions of nuclear corpses is enough to easily escape the siege of the two hostile ships.
Xiao Ming was confused.
Wasn't the Republic II and the Blade killed by himself?
The Republic III piloted by the veteran was still there, so why was there an extra one?
Is there also a Republic IV or even a Republic V?
His biggest confusion comes from the giant sun.
What kind of secret weapon is this that not only emits light and heat, but also emits resonance waves with unprecedented energy?
Fortunately, he soon learned the truth.
The electronic screen of Tomorrow suddenly opened a video call uncontrollably.
Caesar in a black leather jacket appeared on the screen, with an evil smile on his eagle face, and a black shawl with his hair blowing in the wind.
He stood on a silver console, with two black-handled steering sticks at his hands.
The background was a white cockpit, with rows of instruments flashing around, and several staff members wearing silver uniforms sitting among them.
The space in the cockpit is at least half the size of a basketball court.
It is conceivable that the vehicle the old boy is in must be very huge.
"Haha, Comrade Xiao Ming, old friends meet again.
Perhaps, it would be more appropriate for me to call you the Blood Emperor."
Along with Caesar's excited voice, two small screens of the cockpits of the guerrillas popped up, with two veteran pilots and Adele , waved hello to Xiao Ming respectively
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