Ten Thousand Races Invasion: All The People Join The War, I Stay Behind

40. If The World Is Broken, If The Times Are Reversed, Then I Will Carry The Banner!

This is troubled times.

What is the sign of a troubled world heading towards a great one?

It's cracking!

After anger, because of powerlessness gradually began to spread despair,

It is no one to carry this great era, so it began to move into troubled times.

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Six o'clock in the morning on March 23.

The league officials began to release news, which is a national push.

Eastern Ability Alliance Center: [On the third line of defense, in Xihai City, a person with abilities appeared and was instigated by alien races. It is highly dangerous. It has already caused the destruction of three level 3 human geniuses. The military ability team has intervened]

Global Twitter: [Satellite detection found that there is a B-grade bloodline in a foreign race. This kind of bloodline is called nuclear bloodline by human beings. It is truly terrifying and unparalleled]

Western Global Geography: [In Elver State of the United States, a level 1 flying talent was killed by a foreign race. It is rumored to be a king-level steel killer of a foreign race. At present, the American Holy Shield Ability Association has intervened]

Global newspapers and periodicals: [With the appearance of multi-blood B-level, this symbolizes that the eighth line of defense will be opened, and the battlefield of alien races will be opened. The final battlefield of alien races is the entire earth, and human beings only have eight lines of defense left.]

There are a lot of international news, just the direction of each news,

Even ordinary people know that it is not safe to stay behind, and the number of aliens instigating rebellion and undercover agents has begun to increase.

The number of alien killers is increasing, and the human supernatural legion is mostly in the front line of defense, unable to guard 100%.

Many talented Tianjiao were killed one after another,

But now, at 6:30 in the morning, on the street, many women and children led groups to call spontaneously.

Holding a banner——[Protect the Chosen Ones]

Many people are shouting, that is to protect these rudimentary talents and let them grow.

Nan Ziying looked at it with a sigh, and the light in his eyes was complicated. This is the tragedy of this great era in the early stage. When he has not grown up, it is a kind of sadness to be amazingly talented.

The crowd chattered more, and he went downstairs and walked towards the slaughterhouse.

In the crowd ranks, many people are still chanting.

"Protect the supernatural beings!"

"Expel aliens!"

boom!

The strength of the crowd was pacing forward, but then the crowd began to be dispersed because there was a coffin being transported ahead. ,

More this time,

The eighth line of defense did not officially start a battle, but the piles of pioneers began to fall in batches.

Most of them were people with supernatural powers. The red coffin was carried by the soldiers. The solemn and solemn atmosphere made the crowd disperse, and everyone began to carry the coffin with tears.

Those crowds are very sad, because they are helpless in the face of alien races, because all this can only cry and cry.

At the same time, among the crowd, a new batch of transport trucks also started. They are still supernatural beings, juvenile supernatural beings, with young facial features, and eyes with a little confusion and excitement. When he grew up, he began to join the battlefield and grew up in blood.

call.

Exhale, the extreme heartache suddenly hits,

Nan Ziying felt his eye sockets warm again, and the sadness of his bloodline spread. He knew that on the battlefield of ten thousand races, the ancient alien arrogance would not give them a chance to grow.

but,

In the current era, juvenile supernatural beings in the inland have no chance to develop. What they face is to be killed or grow slowly. The great era does not give them opportunities.

There are ten transport trucks in total, and they are all amazingly talented children.

Many children's family members were crying and waving their hands.

"You must come back alive, Xiao Qiong."

"Come back alive, you are the only one at home."

"Kill a few more aliens, and then come back, your father and I will also recall the veterans."

Many family members of Tianjiao's children are crying, their eyes are sad, they are watching mournfully, deep in their eyes are reluctant to let go, with a last look, many of them know that these people will never come back up.

Never, never come back again.

The last scene.

Nan Ziying looked at him, he seemed to be a different kind, among these bustling crowds of old people, young children, women, children, old women, and girls, he was the only young man who was tall, healthy, and exuded a handsome and handsome air.

quite sad

However, Nan Ziying didn't show any expression, just unwavering, looking forward with piercing eyes.

He only insisted on this one belief, if this universe collapsed, if this era was reversed, he would carry the banner!

It has always been difficult to be arbitrary.

Leaving the sad crowd, he walked towards the slaughterhouse. Many female volunteers had gone to see him off, and only Mr. Sun was left watching with a sigh.

"What the hell!"

"Tianjiao was killed before he grew up!"

"Not even the right to resist."

"How to fight!"

Elder Sun was alone, with his back dancing, lonely and desolate, he raised his head, looking at the blood-red sea of clouds with dizzy old eyes.

one heavy,

Countless, just feel the extreme pressure.

Nan Ziying didn't say a word, he just walked into the slaughter room silently.

Someone is sighing,

someone is dying

Someone is seeing you off,

Some people are trying to prove the way by killing and just want to arrange to end everything,