The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2212 American Confederacy: Huh?

Bon Voyage.

However, something went wrong when rushing out of the jump channel.

There was an unnatural roar and vibration as if the sky island had hit something, but due to some abstract rules of this jump disturbance, they could not see any entity other than their own sky island and the jump channel itself.

"Boom~"

A huge collection of sky islands materialized out of thin air, with endless flames and visually polluting smoke of various colors trailing behind. The main blue, green and purple tones dyed the entire airspace like a strange oil painting.

at the same time--

"Hit by unknown unit, subspace channel is collapsing, requesting support, requesting support!"

"Damn it, protect the giant channel ship!"

"It's a warp storm!"

"how is this possible?"

"Fake!"

The location of the American Confederacy's upper council is codenamed Spring Breeze airspace, the Star Channel subspace critical zone, and the ruins.

The Upper Council anchored and recalled the six major ruins that had just experienced a wave of locusts. As for why only six of the nine affected sites were rescued, it can only be said that compared to the methods of some craftsmen, even the Miwei insect tribe seemed so amiable and considerate.

The fragmented six island chain systems are piled together. The Confederation of America is ready to rebuild a qualified, solid, and watertight unprecedented prosperous era based on this. They have plenty of various beasts, but the sky islands with normal permissions that meet the expected requirements are not so easy to get. Now is not the early stage of the disaster, and neither the subordinates nor their islands are so easy to deceive.

Then, as they watched, the subspace recall channel lit by the Star Torch and a fleet within it were turned into a tangled mess by the jump disturbance. An unprecedentedly active wild jump point took shape in an instant, and illusory entity projections, carrying torn apart, alienated alloy, and burning ship fragments, scattered all over the place.

A few seconds later, the smoke from the projection dissipated, and what came into view was not only the crystal clear greenery, but also the blood-red color that was as vivid as a dream. After a long moment of stunned silence, all the important members of the upper parliament stood at attention on the spot.

"what??"

That crystal clear and lush green island is, no, two strange islands combined, like a mother carrying her child. The large island in front, covered with crystal clusters, winding semi-crystalline mountains and partially crystal-walled, carries a small island like an ice palace. The texture of the third party is more abstract. Pale bones, black blood and scarlet flesh form an indescribable activated island. There are strange and chilling drum sounds coming out. Inside the geological layer, there are endless and dense tentacles or roots crawling - this is clearly those guys! It is clearly their orbital island! You Know Who!

Those who are slow to react are still rubbing their eyes and pinching their thighs in amazement at their friends, while those who are quick to react have already run halfway through their life's reel. They are desperately wondering what sins they have committed, whether they are loyal to God, and what unsuccessful oaths they have made that the gears of fate are so impatient to try to crush them. What virtue have I, America, possessed to deserve this?

Fack Fack Fack!

Countless sages have used their blood to prove that it is foolish to fight this guy on their own land. Other sages have used corpses to show that assassination on the enemy's territory is useless. If you take the initiative to attack, he will chase you like a dog chasing a rabbit. Even two important components of the Star Torch are lost. If you fight passively, three pan-island chain systems will be wiped out in a row.

Ha, if we can't afford to provoke us, can't we just hide away? You're talking as if someone only cares about eating and not about being beaten!

So you, little coin boy, are doing this to America, the beacon of our human civilization? You're just laying the orbital line of this B in our faces? You call this random? Who wrote the script for you? Sky Island.

The experienced Li Cang and Lao Wang were slow to react. The American man over there almost rubbed his eyeballs into pulp before they started rubbing their eyes.

Lao Wang licked his lips and started barking at the top of his lungs: "Speak up! Speak up, you troll! Damn you! I am the son of destiny favored by heaven and earth! How dare you, a lowly person, interfere? Apologize! Make amends! Post an open post on the forum to clarify the facts and restore your reputation!!"

If there weren't so many people outside, the magician would swear to allow Big Wang to kowtow to him as an apology. Three jump lines and endless space are at your disposal. What kind of fate is this made in heaven? What kind of miraculous and positive interaction is this?

America!

I'm here to get it, Timi!

"Put, put."

The great magician was so excited that his mouth dropped.

America was really lucky. After a period of chaos and disorder on both sides, a unique and lingering argument of interests took place again. Even at this time, the regional radio of the Confederacy of America was still echoing with angry roars: "Li Cang! Don't go too far! Such humiliation and coercion of a powerful federal empire--"

"Boom boom boom!"

The regional broadcast was ultimately obliterated by the skills and artillery interference of the Confederate States of America's own people. Only the front-line soldiers who had experienced several previous and subsequent incidents could understand how cruel this guy was. All this nonsense was fucking nonsense. This butcher executioner could not communicate effectively at all.

"Immediately restore subspace transmission! Issue a recall! Cover the relevant technical personnel and the upper-level parliament members to retreat one by one!"

"Fire! Everyone! Hold him back!"

"Empty the crew of the Black Harrier orbital ship, load up all the energy matrix physical ammunition that can be loaded, overload the orbital cannon, and knock them and the island into the subspace!"

"The three affiliated war groups of Suppress, Expel and Exile should immediately start to block the other side's shipping lanes! Damn it! Don't get close! Don't get close! Don't get close! Send all the death warriors raised in the subspace to me! Put them in the front!"

Even though facts have proven countless times that the world is just a huge makeshift team, it has to be said that there are still wise people on America's side who made the most correct decision in the shortest time against all odds.

"Authority! You have three damn seconds to think about it. Now execute my fucking order immediately!"

Swinburne Asherf, a senior general who was not favored by the Confederate high-ranking officials, a soldier who experienced the death of Katugan, the strangulation of Senator Dylan, and personally witnessed the destruction of the pan-island chain system code-named 6, 13, and 30 and survived.

After roaring into the communicator, he lowered his head and thought.

Next to him was his immediate superior, who was tied up and imprisoned in a gravity field with a shoe stuffed in his mouth, and a member of the Confederacy's upper parliament - not Dylan.