Chapter 1021 Villa Owner, Go to War!

In White Wolf City, the huge aircraft carrier was slowly lowering, and Naxunlians drove up with pack dogs to greet it.

Looking at the shocking wounds and cracks, Lao Banglong couldn't help but shake his head. This big guy was really dangerous back then, and it almost hurt its nuclear reactor.

"Okay, everyone, please come down. The rest is up to us!" Old Banglong stood on the head of a pack dog and ordered to the aircraft carrier.

"All leave?" The sailors on the ship were very repulsive. Brown scolded: "What are you thinking about? The next repairs will probably involve touching the nuclear reactor. Are you sure you want to stay on the ship?"

"But..." Several technical officials looked at Old Banglong and then at Brown next to them. They wanted to refute, but couldn't.

At this moment, a soldier suddenly shouted: "Sir, there is a situation!"

"What's going on?" Brown turned his head.

…

To the east of Fuso, on the flat ocean.

A violent storm is raging, and huge waves are surging on the sea. A volcano is erupting fiercely at the center of the waves and storms. The top of its crater is facing the eye of the typhoon at the top. A thermal column invisible to the naked eye connects the sky and the earth. In the meantime, it continues to supply energy to this storm.

The sky was as dark as late at night, so the magma pouring out like crazy was even more dazzling, like blood pouring out of the earth!

At this time, the typhoon had covered an area of ​​thousands of kilometers, and most of Fuso Prefecture was shrouded in it. It was almost completely obscured by clouds. Some people even doubted whether Fuso still existed on the earth.

The violent waves surged onto the shore, into the city, and into the streets.

Terrible hurricanes that flattened houses, rolled up cars, and flattened cities...

Most of the people in Fuso have moved to relatively sturdy public facilities and disaster prevention facilities. Listening to the howling wind outside, they are crowded together and shivering...

Intermittent sounds came from the radio, which was almost out of power.

I vaguely heard the sentence "God bless Fusang".

But now the Fuso people are so desperate that they can't even shout slogans.

The first time they shouted God bless Fusang, violent storms ravaged the entire Fusang, destroying their entire agriculture and half of the eastern capital.

When they shouted God Bless Fusang for the second time, the Immortal Mountain erupted wildly, leveling more than a dozen large and small towns and swallowing more than two million people.

Now, they want to shout God bless Fusang again. After this time, how many people will be left in Fusang?

Even Orion, the Prophet of Guns, and Lord Maebu, the Fuso Sword God, have failed. Who else can save them?

At this time, I'm afraid not even a miracle will happen.

This world will not belong to miracles after all. What should come will definitely come.

Suddenly, they heard a high-pitched voice coming from the radio.

"There are still people working hard for us!"

"We still have hope!"

"Brewman... hiss..."

"What?" A man holding a radio in the corner was so angry that he listened to the intermittent sound on the radio. He took several shots in succession, but the sound was still unclear.

I don't know if it was a volcano, a storm, or something else that interfered with the radio waves.

Or maybe it was simply because the air was too humid and his radio got damp.

Is there still hope?

Anyone else save us?

Whoever it is, come and save us...

No matter who it is...

…

On the volcanic island, Indigo hugged his shoulders and stood on the volcano making machine.

Soon, soon.

The conditions for activating the Steel Gate are about to be met!

He reached to his waist and took out a bottle.

In that bottle, I could vaguely see the shadow of a steel gate. This steel gate was much larger than the one erected by Old Honglong in White Wolf City.

Planting this Steel Gate will open the passage to the Hammer City Golden Gear Factory.

When the time comes, countless giant war dogs will flood in and wreak havoc on the entire world.

His mission was accomplished.

He raised his head and was about to drop the bottle in his hand.

At this moment, a ray of light fell from the sky.

Sunlight!

In the center of the storm, the clouds cover everything. How can there be sunshine?

He looked up.

A few kilometers away from the volcanic island, a quietly suspended warship was also nervously monitoring Indigo.

At this moment, they suddenly felt something was wrong.

A dumpling appeared next to their boat.

"Hey, what is that?"

"Is it a bird?"

"Is this a bird? Such a round bird, it must be a fat dumpling..."

A huge, plump baby bird was flapping its wings in the air. It was struggling to carry a dark, camera-like thing on its little talons.

Even though it seemed to be difficult to fly, even though the camera was larger than its body, and even though the wind speed outside reached hundreds of kilometers per hour, it still flew steadily.

There seems to be a communicator hanging under its neck.

A voice came from inside: "Start filming!"

In an instant, a ray of light descended from the sky.

I don't know when, the thick clouds in the sky seemed to have a big hole.

The brilliant sunshine breaks through all darkness and storms.

Looking from the side, it seems that the whole world is divided into two areas.

Light and darkness!

In that bright field, even the wind seemed to slow down, and the originally red and dazzling magma seemed to have dimmed under the sunlight.

Everything was temporarily calmed by the sunshine.

The next second...

"唳——"

A cry resounded through the sky, piercing through gold and cracked rocks, and seemed to directly reach the depths of people's hearts, making everyone involuntarily cover their ears and hold their chests.

Blue-white lightning flashed, and a majestic bird with two long feathers descended from the sky.

Zhuang Buyuan put his hands behind his back and stood quietly on Uncle Ling's back, looking down at the indigo below.

Behind him, countless four-winged war chickens formed a tight formation, descending rapidly like angel legions from heaven.

The giant gourd wearing battle armor rode on the black war chicken. Its iron-gray feathers shone with a cold glow in the sun, like a ruthless sword.

He raised his hand and shouted: "Chicken Knights, move out!"

Behind him, hundreds of chicken knights roared at the same time: "Protect the Earth!"

Accompanying their roars was the crow of the four-winged war chickens.

After fighting together for such a long time, they have become partners in body and mind.

Every move, every breath, every breath is completely synchronized.

"Chicken Knights!"

"We must win! We must win! We must win!"

The soldiers' morale was high, and their shouts resounded through the sky. Whether they were on a warship not far away, an aircraft carrier thousands of miles away, or anyone else who could share the scene in real time, their blood could not help but surge up and their hairs stand on end!

Villa owner, go to war!

Brewers, go to war!

Chicken Knight, go to war!

Guardians of the Earth, go to war!