Chapter 722 14 Catching Eagles (I)

Chapter 722 14. Eagle Catching (I)

When Anazion stood up quickly and powerfully, he didn't even realize that he was clenching his fist with unprecedented strength.

The thin barrier between reality and dreams has been broken. Now, there is no need for anyone to explore the truth of dreams for him or teach him how to use his talents - Anazion still has reason, and his reason tells him that something is going to happen.

He let go, letting the book that was his favorite not long ago fall to the ground, crushing the grass, and pulling off the large coat that the store owner had finally found from the shelf marked with Ogryn in her warehouse, and throwing it directly to the ground.

There were not many people in the park, but some people saw his actions. His height, expression and actions made a man in extraordinary clothes walk over very cautiously, smiling, with his hands in front of him, as if he wanted to say something to him.

Without even opening his mouth, Anazion had already guessed what was going on: There are children here, Mr. Big, if you have any problems, I am happy to help you, but please don't scare them.

He apologized to the man before he could speak: "I can't help it."

The man looked at him in confusion and surprise, and Anazion didn't want to explain more. He gently raised his hand, pushed the man away, and then ran away.

Early before the shuttle landed, he had memorized the map of City No. 3. Most Chemos people who have lived in this city for a lifetime don't even know their huge homeland as well as he does.

In just two minutes, he rushed out of the park at full speed, and the streets were still prosperous, with no sign of the impending disaster. But Anazion didn't relax. He turned around and ran to the nearest Ministry of Justice office, and took out the private communicator given to him by Belisarius Cawl from his waist.

This black instrument with a simple appearance soon issued a short prompt when he pressed it. Eleven seconds later, the unique half-dead voice of the Great Sage of Domination came out of it, still chattering.

"What do you want to talk to me about, Anazion? I'm busy now. Oh, by the way, you should first thank me for taking the time out of my busy schedule to connect with you, and then tell me what new insights you have on Chemos today."

The First Casting ignored this very typical, mocking joke of Belisarius Cawl, and just spoke in a deep voice.

"The problem about my dream has not been solved, Creator, and it's even worse."

There was a slight noise from Kaul's end, and when he spoke again, his voice had become very monotonous and steady: "Go on."

"A few minutes ago, I fell into a deep sleep without any signs in City No. 3. I saw the vines again. This time, they were even under my feet and I could touch them."

There was a long silence on the other end of the communication. The First Cast understood that this meant that his creator was thinking, so he did not urge him, but continued to run towards the office.

The official armed forces of Chemos are on standby on the Eagle Wing. If something happens, they will quickly reach the city that sent the distress signal through the transmission beacon, and the department with the power and obligation to send the signal is the local Ministry of Justice of Chemos.

The First Casting had prepared a set of words. It would take him forty seconds to reach the two reddish-brown wooden doors of the office. He had to make sure that he could gain the trust of the investigators there as soon as he entered.

Seven seconds later, the communication device rang again, and Belisarius Kaul's voice changed again. At this time, he sounded almost like a cold procedure without any emotion.

"I just entered the orbital defense system of Chemos. Their monitoring of the nearby Mandeville point is normal-"

Kaul's voice stopped here. Whatever else he wanted to say, it was completely interrupted by a sudden explosion.

The First Casting turned back in an instant, but his face was covered with fire. His eyes were forced to burn, and a boiling wave of flames was reflected in his dark pupils.

He flew backwards heavily, crashed through a wall, and fell on the edge of a store selling children's toys.

The children and their parents looked at this suddenly appearing, gray-faced giant in silence, and were so surprised that they even forgot to be afraid. Shouzhu got up with his hair standing on end. Before he could feel the pain, he felt his blood boiling because of some sound coming from behind him.

Without caring about being thankful that no one was injured because of him, he rushed forward, grabbed a few children as much as he could, and ran straight to the door of the store, roaring at the same time.

"Run!"

His roar was deafening, but people still stood there in a daze, without any reaction.

Shouzhu was extremely anxious about this. The world became extremely slow in his eyes. Ordinary people could not have such a reaction speed as him. Now he even forgot about this matter and just wanted the people in the store to run out with him.

He failed, as it should be, and this world that was running at a slow and rigid speed collapsed bit by bit in front of him.

Fragments, air waves and flames whistled from behind the wall where he crashed into the store. A young couple who came to play with their little daughter and stood relatively close to the wall died on the spot.

Their daughter was carried away by a piece of wall debris, and the real air wave appeared after that. It roared and swept across, blowing away all the people still standing in the store.

Before the hot magic hand touched him, the first cast down subconsciously and kneeled down, protecting the children under his body.

"boom--!"

The high temperature and thick smoke spread, the explosion continued, and the ground began to shake. All kinds of horror swept away, throwing people flying and throwing away, making them look like some funny puppets.

Some puppets are quite complete, but they are screaming, but most of them have gently broken them. Their limbs fly in smoke and dust. In the middle of the name, then the light was shining, and everything was swallowed completely.

Until the node arrived, and after that, the first cast could not hear anything.

He opened his eyes in the painful and strong sense of dizziness, and until then, he realized that his posture had been changed. He was no longer kneeling halfway, but lying down on his back, lying in a ruins and deep pit, surrounded by the light of the sky and the rolling smoke.

Someone is screaming, some people are crying, and more people are shouting different names.

The first cast was stunned and stood up, and the adrenaline helped him stand firmly after half a second. The place where he was injured had begun to stop bleeding, and Rarriman organ that had grown naturally was working. His three lungs helped him ignore the poisonous smoke.

He could hear the voices around and see some shadows closer to him. So, yes, there are still people who are alive.

But what about the children he just carried.

He raised his hands for the first time. His wide palms were full of blood and small broken bones, and the burnt hair and clothing stuck into the melted skin surface.

He thought he got the answer.

The first cast opened his mouth, vomiting a large bite of blood. However, the culprits that caused these horror scenes still seem to be insufficient, and the ruins have begun to shake. The buildings that had survived in the explosion continued to collapse in the loud noise of the ground.

The huge amount of masonry fell to the ground with the screaming people, and then swallowed up by the huge cracks of the bombardment, like falling in hell.

The first cast was squatting down, and I barely found a little trivial but precious balance in the "wave" like waves.

He is very calm now, and can even be said to be a little peaceful. Disaster and death were destroying his sense in front of him, but he could still keep thinking.

He thought of those two dreams. The first one he had forgotten, he could only faintly remember some fragmented pictures, but the second one was still fresh, and there was one thing between the two? Essence

He lowered his head and stared at the abyss hell. He had a hunch in his heart. His nightmare would come to reality.

Intersection

"Go to the car!" Gutzman roared suddenly.

His voice was transmitted directly into the ears of Genol Tartz and the boy and his mother. The latter two were surprised and confused. However, the former immediately realized that the situation was wrong after a brief look back.

He picked up the boy, and his right hand was slightly tilted to carry his mother on his shoulders. He crossed the street two or three times and boarded the suspension car. The medical officer stretched out his hand without saying a word, and fell into the door with a rough power.

Seeing that he reacted so much, Tarvitz had to stop the idea of ​​temporarily inquiring, and instead turned his authority to issue a new order for the suspension car, so that it temporarily took off with a maximum power.

And it had just made a buzzing, and there was a huge noise from the distal end of the city, and the mother instinctively shouted. The boy who was still crying at this time calmly grabbed his mother's hand calmly, whispered to make her calm.

Gutzman left his seat and walked around the rear of the car. Taswitz followed him closely. The two saw the light of the sky through the glass with the glass.

"Is the energy conveying pipe exploded?" Guzman asked softly.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"No." Taswitz replied gloomyly. "It's just that one or two supervisors cannot cause this scale to explode, and I tend to be a problem with the power plant that we placed underground."

As if to fulfill his words, more fire came one after another, and continuously broke out in just a few seconds, as if someone was bombarding the ground of Chemos.

The area they treated was also not spared. The outbreak of the flame waves wrapped in the wind and rushed straight into the clouds, swallowing the houses and pedestrians on the ground, and then rose up.

The suspended vehicle is difficult to balance. This solid large carrier vehicle is actually a military version that removes most weapons. It has a non -comparison performance that has a civil version.

This reliability helped them fly to high altitude, but the other suspended vehicles were not so good. Various suspended cars that were originally stipulated above the city were affected by this horrible explosion. One after another collided with each other in the wind and became flickering in the rolling dark and thick smoke. Light point.

At the same time, the ground also began to collapse, the foundation of the high -rise building was destroyed in a moment, or the magnificent or exquisite buildings were completely destroyed, and they were annihilated with life. The huge cracks appear slowly and fast in the future.

Gutzman heard Sol Tazz's bones.

He didn't turn his head to observe the expression of the injustice at this time, but he continued to speak with the soft voice of the eighth legion.

"Will you send it?"

"Of course," Sol Tarvitz said unusually calmly. "A disaster of this magnitude will be detected by Eagle Wings as soon as possible, and we will all dispatch."

"In what way?"

"The remaining teleportation beacons, gunships, carrier aircraft, and parachutes."

"I suggest you issue the order now and ask them to wait," Guzman said slowly. "At least until--ah, no need."

As soon as he finished speaking, countless vines shot up into the sky. Each one was extremely thick, like some giant beast from ancient times, and two of them happened to whizz past the side of the hovercar. Everyone in the car could clearly hear the dull, strong and vital crunching sound it made when it straightened its body.

This sound sounds like a sigh, which contains endless joy and joy, like a prisoner who has been waiting for a long time and finally escapes.

They began to dance, bringing more destruction, like dancing gods trying to destroy the world.

Sol Tarvitz closed his eyes, exhaled a breath, took out a data pad from his waist, and began to contact Eagle Wings.

Guzman didn't know what kind of order he would issue, but now Sol Tavitz was no longer someone he could convince with words. The presence of those vines had caused some unspoken rule to be changed, and both he and the Vengeful Man were aware of it, but there was nothing they could do about it.

They are not problem solvers. In fact, they are even one of the beneficiaries after the rules are changed: reality is being distorted, so their power is enhanced.

But at what cost?

He looked down at his hands and suddenly smiled.

——One thing is very interesting. Before becoming a medical officer, Jairzinho Guzman was the most famous swordsman in the Eighth Legion, and Richtnar was his apprentice.

——

Fulgrim and Khalil stood side by side, watching the planet in front of them gradually being engulfed by a sickly dark green.

They said nothing.

It was not until much later, when the weapon array of the planet's orbital space station began to warm up, that Fulgrim finally made a slight sound, like a resurrected stone statue.

".Why is this happening?" he asked hollowly. It's not like he's asking a question, but rather like he's talking to himself.

No one answered him.