Chapter 728 20 Catching Eagles (VI)

Chapter 728 20. Catcher (6)

There have been many times, and Fergrem stood on the track staring at his mother star.

Mother star, this is really a special concept, isn't it?

People are always habitually poetic and beautiful, giving her all kinds of warm concepts that exist in memory and imagination, and even change it as her -mother star and mother, breed everyone's great land Essence

And if you throw these, do you only look at her from a rational perspective? Well, she may not have any strange places. In the end, people will realize that she is just a huge stone ball

However, in the final analysis, human rationality cannot overcome emotion.

The first primitive man who dared to walk out of the cave in the night and smashed the beast with stones, what would his motivation? The anger caused by fear to the limit? In order to allow children in the tribe to survive, they decide the courage to take risks?

There may be all, but these things are unreasonable. They surpass the balance and losses of the balance. There is no weight in itself, but it is enough to make countless people willing to break the bones.

Mother star.

Fergrem stared at her and watched her suffer and sink in green hell.

She used to be beautiful in the past. Since the ecological environment has been rebuilt, she has always had a large area of ​​marine, forests and land. The power of technology has made these things that need to be naturally evolved by hundreds of millions of years in just a few hundred years.

Fergrem still remembers that moment, he announced the renovation of their mother stars at the time of the rebellion of the post -rebellion on the ship that he had spent several generations on the ship. Now, everyone can return to On Mosmos, it is down -to -earth, and live a good life.

At that moment, the huge warship was crying and shouting from beginning to end. People celebrated each other with tears and hugs, happy and sad.

These people have never seen Omomos's former appearance, nor have they lived on land. Their understanding of Chemos is limited to the stories and legends of their ancestors.

However, even so, they deeply fell in love with the strange planet that never met.

Feelings. Super natural sensibility.

Fergrem raised his hand so that the machine servant sent by Calle was put on a new set of armor for him. It was just manufactured in just twelve minutes ago, and brought here, presented in front of a primary.

It has deep purple and burning golden color, exquisite, but it is by no means a fragile beauty that is not as dare to touch. Each detail of it is so reliable, making people feel that it is almost speaking with a buzzing reactor with tight muscle fibers.

I will protect you. This armor is so promised. I will protect you until I get completely destroyed.

Fergrem closed his eyes and realized this feeling, and Kobe was talking to him by the prostrate on the neck of the machine.

"If you have any discomfort, please be patient a little. It was just born on a production line twelve minutes ago. However, although it is my temporary design, I also think it will definitely bring you some help. "

Fogrem opened his eyes and gently held his fist, feeling a strong and powerful response.

"Do you name it for it?"

He asked so much that he didn't care about some facts revealed in his words at all.

It took only twelve minutes to create a set of dynamic armor suitable for primary? Who believes this kind of thing? Belicari Kurje must have studied related knowledge a long time ago

"No, adults, I generally don't name the test work."

"So, I want to do it on behalf of."

"This is your right."

The servant bowed, lifted his hands, and lifted a helmet. It has an iron surface belonging to the old -fashioned MK2 power armor, but the details are even more sharp, and the eyepiece has been lit, and a bright silver color is projected.

Phoenix picked it up and slowly put it on. The servant turned around and returned to its sleeping cabin without movement. This means that Belicari Kohl had temporarily left the gunboat.

Fogrem lowered his head and carried out a brief connection with the observation system of this power armor. He still felt a warmth, as if this helmet armor really had a stubborn soul, he was constantly swearing to him and told him that I would protect you.

You are really intimate. Phoenix thought.

He laughed and turned to the right side of the gunboat. There is a weapon display desk, and a huge two -handed sword is waiting quietly even for the primary.

Phoenix reached out and held it, stroked it in the bumps of the gunboat into the atmosphere, and finally lifted it.

With a buzz, the decomposition was lit up sharply, but Fogrem did not press any startup. Therefore, this is either Calle's automatic induction design when designing it, or it has a newborn ignorance, just like his new armor.

Phoenix brought it close to himself and saw his own reflection on the mirror -like sword. After a few seconds, he lowered his arm and let the blade be cut gently, and the strength was closed.

It has no sheath, but it is meant to be.

He came to the rear of the cabin, stretched out his hand and pulled down the lever to open the tail. The strong airflow was poured into the cannon boat, and the seat belt on the empty seat was blown up and down, and hit the steel.

Foggrem stood firmly, and the magnetic lock was automatically opened. He stood upright and stared at the cloud layer at the high altitude of 10,000 meters.

The disaster began at noon, but now it is already evening. The burning clouds that have seen on the wings of the eagle countless times are replaying in front of him.

It's just this time, the clouds are much scarce, and the ground is even more stubborn. Everyone in the eyes is the ruins and scorched soil.

Fogrem began to wait patiently.

The artillery boat continues to decline, and the airflow becomes stronger, making the collision sound from those seat belts becoming more loud. The sun is like blood, and it radiates its glory at the farthest end of the horizon.

The inside of the cannon boat suddenly warned, informing Fergorim with a mechanical tone, the Supreme Heartfold was about to bombard the vine on the surface of the thorough.

Regarding this, Fogrem had discussed with Kohl as early as twenty minutes ago. The great sage thought he had made the suggestion very radical, but he obviously underestimated the Phoenix- "I want you to be as much as possible as possible Wash the whole surface directly after gathered the survivor. "

Recalling what he said, Fergorim smiled with a smile behind his helmet.

The sky is bright, huge, nearly a pure white light falling from the sky, and the sound of the clouds in the fluttering sound of the mountains penetrates through the clouds.

With such a terrible momentum, Fergrem did not avoid it, and even took a few steps forward to the edge of the cabin and looked down at him to see everything in front of him, and the smile turned into a thorough calm.

Audi tactics achieved results. very good.

He does not care whether the city will be completely destroyed because of this bombing. He only knows that Belicatliu Cobell will strictly execute this tactic -unless he confirms that the survivors in a city have been completely evacuated to safety Zone, otherwise the bombing of the city will never start.

Furthermore, they have been destroyed. Since those vines drilled out of the ground, the ground cracks, the building collapses, and the dams have collapsed. This destruction is inevitable.

It doesn't matter, we will rebuild them one by one.

Fergrem took a step forward again, holding a sword, leaped, and fell from the high altitude of thousands of meters. He did not carry parachute or any other slowdown device. He had only one sword, a set of armor, and himself -and these were enough.

He put his body in the air, adjusted his posture, and walked towards a vine that had been baptized by artillery fire to the skin of the skin. After the past dozens of seconds, the giant sword pierced the surface of the vine deeply and fell down.

Fogrem stopped completely after a minute, and at this time, he had reached the root of the vine on the ground.

He pulled out the sword and shook it gently. The heat born due to high -speed friction made it dark on the dark red on the dark red, hissing in the air.

He took a step back, stood on the brick tiles and gravel, raised his sword, and used twice to cut the roots of the vine to create a gap that could tolerate him into it, and jumped into it without hesitation.

The inside is dark, but it is not a problem for him. He can clearly see the scene inside the huge vine -he thought it would be full of nausea and eggs, and the fact is indeed very different.

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

The inside of this vine is full of many things like human intestines, falling down from the upper ups and downs to the bottom. Fergorim looked down and saw countless white oval holes hanging at the end of them, shaking slightly, and swaying from the breeze from where they came from.

Seeing this scene, he could not help but have another smile, and put the blade down, and jumped again.

The giant sword easily destroyed some of them, and things splashed around. Some are larvae that has not yet been formed, but some are Camore who have died for a long time. These corpses fell and fell between dense white oval sacs, and those ovation surfaces that bred the worm began to encourage.

Fergrem sighed gently, his knees were curved slightly, and his knees fell steadily. The giant sword danced by him and began to destroy these nightmare things.

However, no matter how he chopped, pierced, or simply crushed them with the sword body, even if the fragments of the ovulation and larva were gradually stacked, they seemed to be completely reduced at all.

Fergrem could not help but start to miss some kind of flame he used to be like his arms -however, somehow, thinking that it made him a lot of it.

He continued to wave his sword, looking at the weaknesses of 'trees' like a wood cutter. He became more and more calm, and he became more and more accurate, and he knew that he would soon have something to stop him.

Regardless of the intuition or rational inference, he knows that they will definitely come.

He is right.

Soon, with a high -speed sound of a bug, a group of huge rot flies appeared above his head. As soon as they appeared, they dived down and rushed straight at him. The attitude did not seem to care about the giant sword in Figheim's hand.

As a courage to pay attention to this courage, Phoenix killed the four of them with a clean cut off.

The other eight seemingly realized that the problem was not right, and immediately hovered. The disgusting mouth was creened. After a few seconds, some tender green liquid with strong odor flew out of their mouths. Shoot the Phoenix.

When the latter saw this, he simply stabbed the giant sword in his hand, and then rotated, and took the chopped oval sacs into a deeper part of the vine.

The flies fluttered in the gap, and stared at him again, and Fogrem just laughed coldly.

He knew that these things would not hurt those ovation.

But he will.

In front of them, standing in a piece of hell built by the larvae and corpse wrapped wrapped in ovation, he began to wave his sword and waved his sword. He had no scruples, such as drinking drunk, where he went, where the blade of the giant sword broke out.

This extraordinary weapon gave birth to an unspeal style in his hands. It is obviously huge, but now it is sensitive. It is unparalleled.

Speed ​​and power, cutting and stabbing -the four most basic elements are used by Foggrem.

Gradually, he no longer cares about the thoughts of those flies, but just focused on pouring his chaotic thoughts and complex emotions in the sword.

His cut is hatred, his steps are the funeral clock that represents revenge, but his heart is as cold as ice, and every jump is extremely calm -he hates everything, but he is far away from crazy

Fogrem didn't think he could do it with himself. He felt that the answer might be traced back to the machete that was given to him by Karille.

fear. He thought. What am I afraid?

Many things appeared in front of his eyes. The death of his son, Angron, who stained blood, Horus's stiff face and the blood -stained war hammer in his hand.

In front of the past, Fergorim thought he had put it down, but he was obviously wrong.

He didn't let go, he just escaped temporarily. The emperor helps him to avoid some costs, but what does it have to do with him? He did not rely on his own strength to revenge, nor did he get rid of that madness with his hands.

I must defeat it myself. But first of all, I want to face it directly.

In the screams of the flies, Fogrem raised his sword with both hands and smashed it fiercely. The mucus splashed, the larva's white body was pressed into fragments by hardening, sprinkled with everywhere, but the world under his feet suddenly emptied.

A wet strong wind came from his feet, and Fogrem looked down and saw a complex giant cave, which was full of moss and small vines.

Okay, good.

He landed heavily, and the giant sword in his hand cut into the ground deeply and brought a beach of smoke. Foggrem raised it, staring at its dusty surface, and suddenly nodded solemnly and seriously.

"I will call you an eternal disaster." He whispered, his tone seemed to be concluding a contract with it. "We will be their eternal disaster."

The giant sword buzzed, like a response.

Fergrem smiled lowly, put down his sword, and dragged it into the beginning of the disaster. It was also the end.

He couldn't wait.