He comes from hell - Chapter 1917

Surrounded by the sea, the choppy island of shayading.

Five with czar class bombs have arrived safely and loaded successfully.

Five large and sharp warheads, with the smell of destruction, were aimed at the southwest from a distance.

That’s the direction of ceala!

And the last quarter of an hour.

In the White Castle.

Citi’s head of state, who is in full swing, asked everyone to step back. His hawk like eyes were fixed on the quartz clock ticking on the wall.

Now.

The world, like him, should be waiting for time to pass.

As the East tore up the confidentiality treaty, more and more imitators followed. By the time he sent everyone out, more than 50 countries had chosen to disclose the war.

He knew what they were up to.

It’s nothing more than washing oneself white, being and standing, trying to pick the fruits of victory, but also trying to throw the accusation of abandoning the front-line soldiers to others.

He knows.

But he didn’t care.

In any case, the Tsar plan must be carried out.

Because its meaning is not just to destroy those monsters underground!

Temple, hell, God list, Emperor Before this catastrophe, some people and forces in the world were not under the jurisdiction of secular power at all.

They are above the law of society, look down on eternal life, act recklessly, and pay no attention to the political situation of the country at all.

This is intolerable for a head of state, especially a head of state at the hegemonic level.

Alien is terrible.

Aren’t those detached human beings terrible?

But before that, he just dared to be angry and speechless. Even if he had power in the world, he had no way to take those “gods”. But this time, the invasion of the underground alien race created a golden opportunity.

A good opportunity to restore world order and reshape national dignity!

As long as the Tsar’s plan is successfully implemented, the alien race and the “gods” above will be destroyed.

At that time.

The world will return to what it should be.

Although the cost is a little heavy, it is definitely worth it!

The head of state of Citigroup clenched his hand, his face was paranoid, even almost extreme, and his eyes glowed with enthusiasm.

He believes it.

The world will understand.

……

“Emperor, this war has failed.”

The arrogance of Atlantis does not allow them to admit defeat, but reality is reality.

The continuity of race is more important than anything else.

Chaos King’s strength is beyond imagination, no one can resist.

If they persist, they will be buried with the Terrans.

The purple reincarnation team leaves the battle and reminds Mengpo to leave.

The giant of chaos King’s incarnation smashes the ice barrier in front of Skynet.

Invincible to the human society, Skynet still dwarfs the giant.

Reason reminds Mengpo that the purple reincarnation team is right. If they don’t leave, Atlantis is likely to stay here forever. If it’s for themselves, it’s just that. It’s not worth making such a sacrifice for the Terran.

Even you have to give up on him.

Watching the thunder and lightning on the screen, the sky gradually calms down and becomes dark again. Song Luo’s heart also gradually falls down, as if pulled by the whirlpool into the dark abyss.

That’s right.

Atlantis has decided to retreat.

Even if the Terran is defeated, it is impossible for the Terran to occupy the whole world with the size of the demon. In other words, there is no irreconcilable contradiction between the demon and them.

At least not for a short time.

Atlantis left the battlefield and gathered with Mengpo. It can be found that they also suffered heavy casualties, and the number of them was reduced by one third.

In this regard, the devil turned a blind eye, did not block any.

Without the help of Atlantis, the pressure on the Holy Alliance doubled in vain, and the collapse seemed imminent.

“Go.”

Meng Po’s eyes swept over the mortal resistance of the Terran soldiers, watching them brutally cut over by the demon, torn in two, mysterious and magnificent purple eyes without any sympathy and pity.

Maybe this is the fate of the human race.

She’s about to turn around

Wait.

Her brows moved and her eyes swept away.

On the ground not far away.

A corpse like figure struggled and got up tenaciously.

“Fight is fight. It’s a bit too much to change…”

Mengpo’s pupils were slightly constricted and suspended.

If the figure had a sense of it, he would turn around and look at it. Even if he was covered with blood and many places were broken, he would still insist on squeezing out a twisted and ugly smile.The land of the East.

Countless people witnessed this scene, in addition to surprised at the tenacity of this person, the same question emerged in their hearts.

Who is he?

“Sister, it’s brother futu. Look! It’s brother futu

Su Yuan exclaimed excitedly, her eyes were shining, her fingers were watching TV, her arms were shaking.

Even if you can’t see her face clearly, the figure has almost been engraved in her soul. Even if it turns to ashes, I’m afraid I can’t admit it wrong!

Shen yini naturally recognized who it was. No matter how hard she was to maintain her usual coolness and indifference, she reversed the beauty of all living beings and revealed her violent mood fluctuations.

In addition to the same surprise as Su Yuan, she was covered by miserable worries a moment later.

Yes.

He’s still alive.

But even if she can see that the situation of the coalition is not optimistic. It should be only a matter of time before the defeat. What role can his strength play in such a large-scale war?

At this moment, no matter how hard Gu Qingcheng repressed his feelings, he held his breath and stared at the blurred figure in the TV. His heart seemed to be held by a big hand, and he was frightened and suffocated.

“This guy didn’t fall so easily…”

Kyoto.

Huangrui group.

Finally see his figure, as the honorary president of the Kyoto club, the woman gently relaxed, he did not notice.

Military general hospital.

Li Zhengrong’s face is still calm and resolute, but his mood is extremely complex and slightly in a trance.

Live up to the world.

This is the purpose of the Li family, not his.

The old man standing side by side, at the moment when the figure appeared on the screen, his bent body seemed to straighten up subconsciously. His bark like withered face had no obvious fluctuation, but his turbid old eyes were full of emotion.

Pride.

Guilt.

Pathetique.

There’s even something that’s not easy to detect Regret.

Upstairs.

Intensive care unit.

Except for the electronic sound of medical equipment, the room was horribly quiet.

The man lying in the hospital bed is still unconscious, there is no sign of awakening, but the fingers of his right hand suddenly move quietly.

“I’m sorry. I’m so tired. I fell asleep for a while.”

Li futu breathed out his breath and looked back from Mengpo. Under the gaze of countless eyes, he looked at the monster that made people’s soul tremble.