As for Lu Mingfei, it is not so important. Although the S-class is very precious, it is not impossible to sacrifice.

As a result, the pursuit of Lu Mingfei suddenly increased several times, but at this time, the bride of the Gattuso family owner disappeared.

It is said that he was kidnapped by this villain.

Caesar Gattuso couldn't sit still, left his family and went to find Lu Mingfei. And Pompeii had to take over the job of the head of the house and rushed to Cassel to receive power and inquire about news.

"Come on, don't pretend, as soon as I entered the door, I smelled the stench of the heather on you."

As soon as he entered the ICU ward, Pompeii slapped the mummy-like vice-principal on the chest, and the vice-principal also cooperated and woke up.

"Who did the good thing, I want to give him a trophy!" Pompeii rubbed his hands happily

He hates these old men, especially the old ones who are dying. He'd be happier if the murderer could take the old immortals from the monastery outside Rome with him.

"I don't know." The vice-principal said angrily.

"And don't sit by my bed, only my lovely Jennifer can sit there! That **** print is hers!!!"

"Jennifer? That female spy from the Festa family, isn't she sexy?"

"Hmph, I know you're still asking? Go go go, I'm a seriously ill patient, why don't you go away!"

"Hey, if I can go, I don't want to stay in your **** place for another second." Pompeii sighed, and then slapped the vice-principal on the chest again.

"You have to say something. If you don't know who the murderer is, you can just make up some shit."

"Well, the bald eagle is about to destroy the country."

"Is this a joke?"

"It's the truth."

As the vice-principal spoke, he tore off his own infusion tube and said angrily to this slutty bastard.

"Trust me and run with me. You can run anywhere, be it Italy, France, Russia, China, Ausong... Anyway, don't stay here!"

"Why do you think I'm pretending to be sick? Don't you want to wait for you **** to come and pick me up sooner! Damn it, I'm afraid this wave will burn my property for many years!"

"Okay, destroy the world." Pompeii shrugged, even now he has a light-hearted debauchery

"I'll run away with you and the half-dead Angers right away, but at least you have to tell me what caused it before running away?"

"One-stop." The vice-principal pulled the bandage on his body and said out of breath.

"Dragon? Which one? Sky and wind? Sea and water? Or the Silver Priest? Or the Dark Emperor?" Pompeii asked with interest

After all, it can be qualified to say that the dragon race that can cause the crisis of extinction is nothing but the four dragon kings and two supreme beings. Those four are now missing two, and there are still two and the other two specifications. Which one is it?

"None of them!" said the vice-principal impatiently.

"It was a dragon who did this, but not our dragon. It was a dragon with very short arms, very large wings, and less complex horns on its head!"

"...Dinosaurs?" Pompeii weighed in his heart a little according to what the vice-principal said. It seems that only those ancient overlords who are now lying in the museum meet this standard.

"Almost, this matter has nothing to do with us! Don't make do with the professionalism. That thing is more troublesome than the Four Dragon Kings, and he won't fall in love with us!"

An hour later, when Professor Manstein, who was the acting principal, hurried to the ICU ward due to the mysterious disappearance of the principal of Angers, the bed was empty, and only a note was left.

"Baby son, I took Angers and your Uncle Pompeii to Guatemala to see the Mayans, and told all the little devils that they are now on vacation - there is no time limit for the holiday, and you can only get out of Cassel in one hour!"

God TM's uncle Pompeii, Manstein just wanted to say that his age is not one more round than that swinger. He crushed the note, and then immediately notified all the professors with the spirit of words.

emergency! All students in Kassel evacuated collectively and closed the campus immediately!

Although it's unreliable to follow the words of a very unremarkable, lascivious, beer-belly old **** who jerks off in his tower all day long, Manstein did it anyway.

The old **** was a bastard, but he was old enough. When a **** can live to old age, it means that he must be very good at survival.

So, when the half-blood families outside the Secret Party rushed to Kassel, what they got was an empty academy.

Cassel did not hesitate to give the entire academy and even the important places of the underground ice cell to these mixed-race families who were addicted to human financial games and ruled human beings behind the scenes.

Everyone knows that all this is likely to be problematic, and everyone knows that the delicious strawberry cake in front of you is likely to be tainted with poison.

But if the human heart could simply stop its greed, there would not be so many wars.

On this day, the mixed races of the secret party's lineage collectively evacuated the bald eagle, and on the same day, the mixed race families that had been suppressed by them began to devour the property of the secret party.

And also on the same day.

The death knell of destruction rang on the top of the world's largest power on this day.

...

"Remember what you promised me before?"

Sleepy Bridge looked coldly at the air force general with his head drooping in front of him, and the group of senior Pentagon generals.

Before the war, everyone bragged about their own bragging rights. Can't I easily hang a large lizard with the bald eagle Zentraedi Technology? As a result, after the fight started, the crotch was madly pulled one by one.

An entire formation of experimental aircraft was wiped out. The only result was that they finally figured out what their enemy looked like. In addition to being able to fly, they would have the same jet line as Godzilla.

However, even the basic requirements to stop the opponent were not met. The destruction of an entire fighter formation cost them billions of dollars in expenses, but they did not even achieve any substantive achievements.

But now the students of the Great Commander obviously don't want to talk about these issues with these generals.

This thing has been completely hidden.

After Galakrond flew across Nevada and burned everything along the way, the media finally knew what happened to them.

A monster took off from the Nevada desert and killed millions along the way.

At first glance, this news sounds like a madman raving about third-rate science fiction, but after multiple confirmations, this matter has really been confirmed.

They killed millions of their compatriots in one fell swoop.

This matter is too nonsense and too unacceptable. You must know that even in World War II, the number of dead soldiers of their bald eagles was only 400,000!

More people died at once than in World War I and World War II combined - and most importantly, civilians!

Galakrond also seems to have deliberately slowed down his progress, so after dawn, the media of the whole world will fry immediately.

[The Bald Eagle experiment is out of control! Monsters from Area 51 are slaughtering our people! 】

[Satan curses those demon scientists! Who should pay for those innocent dead! 】

[This is the greatest disaster in human history! 】

The streets of various cities instantly organized huge teams of wanderers. If the work spirit of this group of idlers was one-tenth of that of them taking to the streets to protest.

The chaos spread extremely fast. A large number of fleeing crowds poured out of several state cities near Nevada, highways were blocked, and air tickets were as hard to find as Noah's Ark in 2012.

No need for Galakrond to do anything, this group of people is killing themselves.

The official statement of the Bald Eagle government is 'mutated radiation creatures', claiming that there is no Area 51 at all, this is a mutated large lizard that crawled out of a nuclear radiation pit...

This kind of explanation has the suspicion that people all over the world are playing fools, but they can't tell because their butts are really dirty.

They themselves wondered if the 'unscientific' things in Area 51 had created such a thing that violated the laws of nature, but Area 51 has now turned into a pile of ruins as Galakrond passed by.

So, under the endless wrangling, impeachment, protest, and counter-protest, Bald Eagle managed to waste three precious hours.

When Galakrond appeared on the Nevada border again, the Bald Eagle government hurriedly came up with a response plan.

They had an entire Army armored division on the Utah border, armed with enough firepower to easily wipe out millions, and even a handful of tactical nuclear weapons.

But as we all know, although the bald eagles are full of military virtues and combat power, they are unmatched in the world, but that does not include their army.

Just like their scumbag who was a father and is now a son, the only army that has not been crowned with a royal title, Ma Run, the fifth-class man of the Bald Eagle, can't really compare with the air force and the navy in combat effectiveness.

In fact, because there are too few bordering countries, the Bald Eagle's army only maintains the scale of 400,000 people. There are a total of 8 army groups, 3 corps, 11 divisions, and several brigade levels.

Although the degree of mechanization is extremely high, it is indeed relatively hip compared to the navy and air force of the Bald Eagle.

But it's also their best hope of stopping the monster's march.

With guided weapons almost completely destroyed by the chaotic nature of the fel, a line-of-sight approach to combat makes the Army more useful than the Navy and Air Force.

What's more, their enemy is located in Nevada, the core area of ​​the country, and the role of the navy is naturally infinitely reduced.

This does not mean that the bald eagle's combat effectiveness is so unbearable. In fact, the biggest reason why it seems to be so stretched is because of the location of the war.

Any war, once it occurs in the homeland, means that most of it has been lost.

Even if the enemy is annihilated and the offensive is repelled, the country will inevitably be reduced to scorched earth.

And the most troublesome thing about this matter is that their enemy is not a certain country, but a huge monster.

I don't know the source, I don't know the reason, it's like a storm that walks in a group, a natural disaster sent by the sky.

You can repel the enemy country, capture your enemy, and demand compensation for the war, but how can you do such a thing with natural disasters?

Perhaps the only thing they can hope for is some technical breakthrough from his body after defeating the monster - but that's unlikely.

It's a gamble, a bad gamble, a gamble with a very low chance of success, and a gamble that doesn't quite match the gains.

Even if this is a helpless move to protect the family and the country, the Bald Eagle executives who are businessmen by nature still feel as disgusting as eating flies.

Assembled on the Utah border are the U.S. Fifth Army and the Fourth Army, which are divided into the 5th Cavalry Division, the 5th Infantry Division, the 5th Infantry Division Artillery, and the 5th Infantry Division Combat Aviation Brigade...

On display on the Utah border are 2,000 tanks, 1,500 infantry fighting vehicles, 3,000 taels of armored transport vehicles, and countless rocket launchers.

As for the ammunition carried, it goes without saying that 10,000 portable anti-tank and anti-aircraft missiles, four fighter jet formations, and the USS George Washington aircraft carrier formation are ready to go.

To be able to gather such military strength in a short period of time is already excellent in terms of the ability of the bald eagle.

Even the major powers of the East Asian Alliance need to deal with such super-firepower seriously on the frontal battlefield. At least for the four-star general commanding two armies, he does not believe that any enemy can easily swept all this.

The destruction of Nevada was just a coincidence, and it was only because the monster suddenly appeared in the heart of the country that their troops could not be assembled!

No one can match the Great Bald Eagle in head-on conflict!

The depressing atmosphere above the desert made it hard to breathe, and almost most of Ma Run was very confused and disturbed. Because they don't understand, why are they, who used to go to other people's land to maintain peace, why are they firing on their own land today?

And... monsters? Such an unprecedented and unheard of enemy makes every soldier here feel very uncertain.

They were very afraid that they were sent to die by their superiors. After all, such a thing had happened a few times within them, and it could be said to be unremarkable.

Ma Runs are still very conscious as the fifth-class people, but now it is their turn to protect the family and the country, and they really feel very psychedelic.

Until the radar detected the approach of the flying object, and until everyone's naked eyes could see the tragic green light approaching from the other side of the horizon, this kind of psychedelicity was finally lifted.

They saw Galakrond, even if they only looked at it from a distance, they also saw the pair of evil fire wings that covered the sky! And the miserable green light that flies behind with it!

But instead, it is a deep burning fear that comes from the heart, from the soul!

"Fire!!!"

Accompanied by the general's roar-like roar, the sound that could easily shatter the eardrums resounded through the sky!

For those who have not seen modern military operations, few realize what the concept of "firepower" covered by the firepower of modern warfare is.

It was raining all over the sky, and every second, thousands of dazzling bombs crossed the sky, ruthlessly bombarding every piece of sky and land under the action of parabola.

Every second of the war is constantly burning taxpayers' money, and the money consumed every second has been calculated in units of tens of millions at least.

But that's good enough, doesn't it?

The general's eyes could no longer capture what the land in front of him looked like, but what was certain was that the mountain was blown up by them, the earth was turned over by them, and the target that was hit in the sky must be turned to ashes!

When the thick smoke and dust dissipated, the tragic green color in the sky disappeared, and the huge figure fell into the sky, everyone let out a cheer of relief and ecstasy!

Just like in a Hollywood movie, they defeated powerful monsters! They are the heroes of the people! Hero of the world!

No one, nothing can be our enemy!

The general lit the cigar proudly, but in the next moment, strange whispers came from his ears - the ears of everyone here.

"What a splendid fire, it's a pity... only once."

The furious smirk hidden in the army raised the Sagarit keystone in his hand, and in an instant, a tragic green vortex burst open above all of them!

The Galakrond who was supposed to 'dead' instantly passed through the portal to the top of the army's center, and with it, there were four huge figures with a height of 100 meters!

The general opened his mouth wide and stared blankly at the figure falling down the vortex. It was in the roar of the fel engine, under the light of the miserable green demonic fire, covered with the strongest fel metal, and the war machine built by the strongest war craftsmen of the Burning Legion was cast on the battlefield!

Their actions trample the earth, killing countless people with every step they take. The soldiers screamed miserably and were turned to ashes by the burning and roaring fel flames, and the tanks and chariots also lost control in an instant and then self-destructed!

Cannonballs, flames, weapons, and countless attacks couldn't even touch the edges of the four huge humanoid mechas, and they were directly deflected by the distorted position shield to become a reminder to attack their own people!

Fel Mecha Garrosi Series

These fel mechas from the most ingenious craftsmen of the Legion Morgol are the weapons for the Legion to traverse the world! Among them, the Garosi series is the first war craftsman of the Legion, the weapon of destruction and desecration of the hand of Kingaroth!

The Garothi World Destroyer, created by him, once easily destroyed a world with one machine, and even existed as the gatekeeper of Antorus!

Of course, these Garothi Annihilators are no match for the dark machine that destroys the worlds, but just these four are enough.