The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2191 America Gu King

As one of the founders of the National Defense Array Project, Tao Hongben's role and value have long been clear, so it is not surprising that his former residence has such an attitude. As for asking a political entity that relies on the Investiture of the Gods Project to materialize fantasy to reject a traditional art holder who can sustainably visualize the "qi" of people/things/events, it is really impossible to talk about it. No matter what reason is used, it is not tenable, right?

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Then Zhao Yang stopped talking, crossed his arms and looked calm and amiable. Lin Sheng waited for a long time but couldn't find a way out. While he cursed at the brother unit for not following the moral code of war in his heart, he put on a graceful smile on his face: "Well, let's discuss it again?"

No matter how high the price is, you have to pay it back. It’s all business.

Zhao Yang was very satisfied. He had already been very sarcastic on the way here. Of course, he didn't want to embarrass his brother company in front of outsiders, so he squeezed out a word from his nose in a very reserved manner: "Hmm~"

The sneaky practices of the brother units are still going on, and the blatant robbery over there certainly hasn't stopped. Although the leader of the magician has repeatedly emphasized that this is business, it's all business, the Confederacy of America still expressed full condemnation and protest against this concept with practical actions. However, just like the condemnations and protests they received before the Cataclysm, they were all simply ignored.

The invincible fleet, which seemed to be able to kill gods and Buddhas, could not even withstand the large-scale and powerful attack of the rebellious sons, and was caught off guard by a group of ugly winged bow-wielding birdmen. Neither the shield force field nor the hull structure could stop the ravages of those seemingly crude arrows. Under the intensive shooting, even the prison vibranium coating was wiped off the outside of the hull.

"Katugan! Katugan's death really reminded this demon! The new category of destiny servants he developed is really aimed at our American Confederacy!"

"Damn it! What should we do now? We can't kill them, and we can't defend our city. Every minute the war lasts, our losses and the war compensation we have to face are rising exponentially. He will put all the blame on us!"

"Where is the parliament? Where are those high-ranking members of parliament? Come up with a solution!"

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It was only at this time that the senior officers of the fleet who were defending their country gradually realized that those senators who were good at commanding others seemed to have not issued any "instructions" for a long time. A bad feeling came over them.

"Fuck! What the hell are those people doing!?"

"Don't have any illusions, man. War is not their job, it's our job. They are only responsible for starting wars."

"Can we survive until outside support arrives?"

"I have no idea."

"So, what exactly are we going to do to stop that guy?"

“We can’t stop it.”

"No!" A voice came from the fleet communication: "Perhaps, we can, guys, I need your authorization to open that out-of-control subspace. In that damn petri dish, there is still a glimmer of hope for us and the entire subspace!"

"You want to let those lunatics out? Absolutely not!"

"Fuck! What the hell are you talking about?"

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At this moment, to describe Owen Connor's mental state in a very low-key way is: My life span is coming to an end, and I am going to go down the mountain with this supreme imperial weapon. Let me see which lucky person has the luck to be buried with me in a foreign land.

Owen walked out of the tunnel of Area 9 of the American "Truman Project" and squinted his eyes to look at the real world outside. The sunlight was so dazzling and the taste of war was so wonderful. He reached out and grabbed the chin of a trembling female soldier, lifted her off the ground, and looked at her carefully.

"What a wonderful scent. Tell me, Black Beauty, did you take a shower last night?" "Yes."

Owen's entire face turned black in an instant and turned into a huge monster shrouded in thick fog. He swallowed the woman into his mouth and chewed her with a crackling sound and juice splashing out.

The main guns of the ships pointed at him and countless heavy weapons instantly charged up, but Owen regained his human form and looked around happily: "My world is being destroyed, what about yours?"

Owen Connor comes from the collapsed world of District 9 of The Truman Project. Like many subspaces with chaotic timelines controlled by America, the entire subspace serves as a breeding ground for poisonous insects. Its conventional use is to provide America with sufficient population resources, and its unconventional use is like now, to make use of its residual heat.

District 9 has gone through 6 years of passionate years in the long 1300 years of the Cataclysm. It has long been out of control and collapsed. The life-and-death battles among the various Gu Kings have almost wiped out the avenue. Then, they told him, now, we will give you and your world the most precious free will, as long as you come forward to solve a small disaster.

"My world, and to die with dignity?" Elder Owen just smiled and said politely: "I. Choose"

"Crazy! Monster!"

After Owen left, the captain of the USS Meryl retched in the blood and mud for a long time before he finally cursed out loud, trembling, in an attempt to restore some dignity.

"Hello."

"Hello."

Owen observed the carnage with interest, and the young man's politeness was particularly appetizing: "There is a monster living in your skin. Interestingly, so do I."

Li Cang broke off a group of metal fragments from the giant axe from his chest and spat out half a piece of liver of unknown origin: "So who is speaking now, you or him?"

Owen Connor smiled: "Owen, I like people to call me by my name, so what is your name?"

"Li Cang."

"Lee, you know, in my world, there hasn't been a life as young as you for hundreds of years. The whole world is dying like me, declining like humans. Can you imagine it?"

"I have seen."

"Yeah! That kind of scene is me. Wait, what did you say?"

The big magic wand whistled over, shredding several magic professionals and then lingering around Li Cang. The Burning of Isoleye was not limited to the vicinity, but raged across the entire floating land, rising and falling like strange beacons. The magician finally frowned and said impatiently, "I'm not good at chatting. There's a guy over there with a good mouth. Do you want to taste it?"

Owen's smile faded and his eyes narrowed at this uninteresting kid who looked so young. "I was planning to talk to you about something more, but it seems that there is no need now!"

(End of this chapter)