Evil tiga is neither evil nor tiga

The apology was planned before it was finished, and Aguru didn't intend to listen to it, and he didn't think it was necessary to listen.

Although the time spent together is not too much, he can probably see some characteristics of Nangong, for example, "the demands on myself are too high, and I always feel that I don't do enough."

But enough is enough.

This is an inaccessible desert island, or in other words, it is impossible for anyone to come here.

The sand under Aguru's feet is very soft, and the water has not even dried up. The seabed creatures originally lived here, but they have left now, leaving only the so-called "small islands" that were forcibly pulled up from the bottom of the sea

The swarm of insects gushing out of Zog changed its target, and just as they set their target on Aguru, there was a sound like a firecracker.

The issue of 'destruction' is only considered when there is a future. Therefore, missile groups pierced the sky.

From the missile silos of various countries, the missile reserves that could have been used to deal with the source of destruction, or to deal with each other, have begun to deplete.

A large number of missiles were lifted into the air, and the monsters that had already covered half of the earth were blown to pieces and scorched in the explosion, and rays of sunshine appeared in the gaps.

The intercontinental missile flying from afar showed bright and dangerous flames. Under the flames, the monsters shattered, and the leaked sunlight sprinkled on Nangong's body.

"..."

Although inappropriate, he did think about the past again.

'I haven't done enough. '

He always thinks this way, and then someone will show him with actions-you have done enough, and then leave it to us.

People are really not that easy to change.

Ten rounds, twenty rounds, the sound of explosions on the deserted island continued, and the explosions continued, one after another of the sun fell down, and then it was filled by new magic insects.

World War I, World War II, the Cold War, the new century, how many weapons did countries stockpile before Zaki appeared?

After the appearance of Zaki, after the shattering of the roots and the invasion of the alien body, how many weapons have been newly manufactured by various countries?

That kind of thing is not important anymore, there is only one thing to do now, and everyone has the same consensus-fire, keep firing, it doesn't matter if you empty all the weapons, fire for me.

Devil insects, missiles, the two are entangled, are those violent explosions fireworks?

At least judging from the frequency, the army does use all missiles as fireworks.

The demonic insects were blown to pieces before they could land, and now they couldn't see the sun, just like night.

It's just that the bright firelight illuminates everything below, and Agulu's body is orange. In the universe, human beings may not be able to do much, but it's another story on the earth.

Finally, the deserted island shook as if it was about to be sunk. Zog, who had lost his wings, used his limbs to support his huge body, and there were cracks on the two huge sharp claws.

Not only the sharp claws, but also the cracks on his body were extremely obvious. Just now, new monster insects kept spitting out from those cracks.

Zog's power is stronger than before, but this power eats it back.

Nangong stared at the huge evil dragon, he took the time to recover, there was still something wrong, why did the other party become stronger again?

'That's not evolution. '

In essence, it is to obtain strengthening by oppressing one's body just like him, then the next step is...

"Did you hold on longer or I held on longer..."

The sound of explosions continued, and Aguru leaned forward slightly.

"I'll know right away."

When Zog's huge body was running, the earth screamed, just like a hill crashing towards him. Under the reflection of the fire, Aguru's waving right hand held the solid saber.

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Which side lasts longer will determine the final outcome.

Inside the flagship, Huckard didn't pay attention to the report displayed on the left side of the screen. Even though the self-will was deprived, the soldiers still obeyed their duties, and they tried to restart their ship.

"It's like the grand finale in a film and television work, don't you think so?"

Huckard turned his head and looked at Lied. As the only two conscious people in the entire fleet, he felt that it was necessary to have a chat.

As for the third person...

I, who had been awake for a short period of time before, closed my eyes again, and he showed a painful expression, but he couldn't do anything else.

"It looks like he's been taken special care of."

Hackard knew exactly why My Dream had gotten into where it was, but he didn't care what happened next either.

Zog's situation was more interesting to him, because the weapon showed capabilities it wasn't supposed to have.

In other words, the time for 'awakening' is not far away.

"When will you come? You should have finished eating the bait you dropped."

Huckard was still uttering words that others did not understand. Lid had no idea what the hateful alien beast was talking about. He felt that the other party had been playing a one-man show by himself.

'Special care? '

The only thing Lid could understand was this sentence, and he looked at my dream lying on the ground on one side.

'Special care by whom? '

Who the hell is it not Hackard?

My dream in sight frowned.

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In a dream... no, not in a dream.

"What the hell am I..."

All I could see in my dream were mad flames, dead humans, and a ruined earth.

It's like a childhood dream reenacted, all he saw was 'failure'

'What happens if you lose? '

It seems that this inference is being realized, as long as there is hope, he will continue to fight.

But what if there is no hope?

If you have already lost, it is irretrievable, and you have lost everything, what else will you do?

It's just a lost dog, what else can it do?

The dream returned to the beginning again, I dreamed to look around, he started to run, he clenched the sapphire cone in his hand, and he called out the name of power.

The giant of the earth stood up again, he clenched his fists, and he met the seemingly endless enemies.

I don’t know how much I’ve defeated, and I don’t know how long I’ve persisted. When I woke up, the flames had been extinguished, and my face and body were covered with mud. What I saw in my dream were still broken ruins, and the blood stained the trouser legs along the rain. .

Stand up, recover, transform, fight, fail.

In the reincarnation that repeats like eternal calamity, he is still repeating the exact same thing.

This time, I Meng could only support his body with his hands, because his legs had disappeared.

This time, instead of recovering, he crawled on the ground and struggled for some time before dying.

Reincarnation has not restarted, and in that space, I dreamed of seeing light.

"I dream, Gaia."

Light is a planet of deep love, inhabited by people you love deeply, and there are many things you want to witness and change.

"Do you still have the will to fight?"

A familiar voice asked, I dreamed of a nine-headed dragon.

"Need to say?"

He stretched out his hand and held the earth, and the inside of his palm was filled with red light.

In the next instant, the darkness was dispelled.

At the same moment, I Meng fell down in severe pain, he was struggling to breathe, his whole body seemed to be torn apart, and he felt extremely painful.

The world outside the dream is a fierce battlefield, and the flying monsters dissipate in the explosion, but some kind of abnormality is happening, and Renlong, who no longer has a body, can vaguely feel it.

'What's going on, what is it? '

Renlong can feel the host of the light of the earth, so far away that the earth can connect with it.

But the situation in front of him just couldn't be done. The power should have been introduced in, but it went nowhere, without the slightest response.

There is something in the body of my dream, that thing prevents the effect of light, and Renlong can only make such a judgment without being able to see it with his own eyes.

Chapter 260 The True Face

Spears, swords, bows and arrows.

Wood, rock, metal.

Then, times changed, the invention of gunpowder was intergenerational, and slowly it was applied to weapons.

The internal combustion engine was invented and used in vehicles, engineering machinery, and military weapons.

A product of nature, a product of technology, it is a kind of power. For some reason, human beings will always evolve power into weapons.

This may be because the human body has an upper limit. It cannot run against a cheetah, cannot fly in the air, and will die if drowned. It has no strength to compete with powerful predators.

So the thinking since ancient times has been engraved into the instinct - how to better protect yourself?How to survive the competition for survival?

Pick up a branch, combine it with a stone, sharpen the front end, and a weapon that replaces the fangs will appear.

Because the human body has a limit, so we keep inventing all kinds of weapons and putting them into the competition for survival.

Now, this competition for survival seems to be going back to the primitive period, and it is a species fighting to reproduce.

Launching pads, missile silos, and expensive weapons were constantly shot out, turning the sky into a scorching sea of ​​flames. This night made people uncomfortable, and the shattered remains fell down.

Wings, heads, limbs, the monsters followed one after another, occupying the sky.

The earth, developed by the grace of the stars, needs the light that symbolizes life, and what Zog has done is to prevent it.

If the sun's heat could not reach the surface, the world's temperature would drop sharply and life would become extinct.

Does the existence that can affect the entire planet just by one's own power really exist in reality?

In any case, human beings have no reason to sit and wait for destruction.

At the same time, there is no reason for any kind of life on earth to sit and wait for destruction.

The loading of the missiles led to a gap, and within the gap, the monsters pounced down, their sharp teeth enough to crush any metal.

In the torrent, the scorching lava bombs fired randomly are like machine guns.

In order to live better and better connect with each other, human beings have developed from tribes to nations.

'For survival'

This common interest can make an alliance unbreakable, so outside the military installations, monsters even larger than those equipments acted.

Kiru that walk on all fours are now standing on their hind legs, and their bellies are lava bomb launch ports.

Before the swarms could pounce, every shot of Crimson shot indiscriminately exploded with a power comparable to that of a missile.

Compared with military equipment that cannot see life, these so-called monsters are more obvious.

The demonic insects that changed their targets in an instant let out loud insect sounds, and opened their mouths wide to pounce on Kiru, and then the beam of light that hit from the side tore apart the swarm of insects from the middle.

If it is floating in one position, the fighter jet is just a floating turret. Their launch ports are bright, and the light beams from the inside are crazily strafing.

At the same time, the automatic turrets on the ground also cooperate to shoot down the enemy as anti-aircraft firepower.

Compared with real monsters, monsters are smaller in size, weaker in defense, and weaker in lethality. They will be scorched by light beams and shredded by large-caliber bullets, but their number is terrifying. A protracted battle.

Who can't stand it first?

What the satellites in the universe observe is no longer a blue planet, but a large expanse of surging black, like a flowing cloud.

It goes on and on and on and on. If there are normal people still staying on the surface, they must feel fear.

Aguru was not afraid, he just felt very noisy.

The noise made by the black surging clouds above was more disgusting than a cat's paws scratching a blackboard. The mingling of insects did not weaken in the slightest, and continued incessantly.

And on this barren land, Zog kept moving violently, with his limbs supporting his whole body, and the sharp claws he stepped on set off waves of smoke and dust.