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As one of the founders of the National Defense Formation Project, Tao Hongben's role and value have long been clear. It is not surprising that his former residence has such an attitude. As for allowing a political entity that relies on the Conferred God List project to realize its fantasy to reject a person who can be credible. It is really impossible for traditional art holders to continuously observe the "qi" of people/objects/things concretely. No matter what the reason is, it is not easy to establish, right?

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Then Zhao Yang stopped talking, hugging his arms and looking calm and amiable as the old squad leader.jpg. Lin Sheng waited for a long time and couldn't find the steps. He kept swearing in his heart and scolded his brother's unit for not respecting martial ethics, but his face was flowing. He put on a graceful smile and said, "Ahem, let's discuss it again?"

After asking for prices all over the place and paying back the money, it’s all business.

Zhao Yang was satisfied. He had already passed the strange atmosphere of opening and closing the door on the way here. Of course, it was not easy to embarrass his brother's unit in front of outsiders, so he squeezed out a word from his nostrils very reservedly: " Hmm~"

The surreptitious behavior of the brother units is still continuing, and of course the open flames over there have not stopped. Although the magician has repeatedly emphasized that this is business, it is all business, but the American Confederacy still expresses its full condemnation of this concept with practical actions. and protests, but just like the condemnations and protests they received before the catastrophe, they were all gorgeously ignored.

The invincible fleet, which had the appearance of killing gods and Buddhas, could not even resist the large-scale and powerful rebels coming to attack. It was caught off guard by groups of ugly bow-wielding bird-men with wings. Regardless of Neither the shield force field nor the ship structure could stop the seemingly crude arrows from wreaking havoc. Under the intensive fire, even the prison's vibranium coating was forcibly erased from the outside of the ship.

"Katu Gang! The death of Katugang really reminded this devil! The new type of servant of destiny he developed is indeed aimed at me, the America Confederacy!"

"Damn it, what should we do now? We can't fight and defend, but we can't defend. Every minute the war lasts, our losses and the war compensation we face will increase exponentially. He will deduct all the shit pots. On our heads!"

"Where is the parliament? Where are those high-ranking members of parliament? Come up with countermeasures!"

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It was only then that the senior leaders of the fleet who were protecting their country gradually discovered that those bossy council members who were very good at commanding others seemed to have not issued a "will" for a long time, and an unpleasant feeling came to their hearts——

"Fake! What on earth are those people doing!"

"Man, don't have any illusions. War is not their job, it is ours. They are only responsible for waging war."

"Can we survive until outside support comes?"

"I have no idea."

"So, what exactly are we going to do to stop that guy?"

"We can't stop it."

"No!" A voice came from the fleet communication: "Perhaps, we can, guys, I need your authorization to open that out-of-control subspace. In that damn petri dish, there is a thread of us and the entire subspace. vitality!"

"You want to release those lunatics? Absolutely not!"

"Farke! What on earth are you talking about?"

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At this moment, a very low-key language to describe Owen Connor's mental state is: My ancestor, my life span is about to end, and I am ready to go down the mountain. With this ultimate emperor weapon, let me see Let’s see which lucky person has this luck, and he will be buried in a foreign land with his ancestor I Youfu.

Owen walked out of the tunnel in Area 9 of America's "The Truman Project" and squinted his eyes to look at the real world outside. The sun was so dazzling and the taste of war was so wonderful. He reached out and grabbed the chin of a frightened female soldier. , lifted her off the ground and looked at her carefully.

"What a wonderful scent. Tell me, Black Beauty, did you take a shower last night?"

"wash"

Owen's entire face instantly turned black, turning into a huge monster shrouded in thick fog. He swallowed the woman into his mouth, chewing her with a loud crunching sound, and juices burst out in random directions.

The ship's main gun and countless heavy weapons pointed at him were instantly charged up, but Owen returned to his human form and looked around cheerfully: "My world is being destroyed, where is yours?"

Owen Connor, from the collapsing world of Area 9 of The Truman Project, is the same as many subspaces with chaotic timelines controlled by America. The entire subspace functions as a stocking pit for poisonous insects, and its regular purpose is to provide food for Ame. Lika provides sufficient population resources, and unconventional uses are just like now, using the remaining heat.

District 9 has gone through 1,300 years of passionate passion in the 6 long years of the Cataclysm. It has long been out of control and collapsed. The various Gu kings are fighting to the death to the point where the avenue is almost wiped out. Then, they told him that now, We will give you and your world the most precious free will, as long as you come forward to solve a small disaster.

"In my world, do you want to die with dignity?" Ancestor Owen just smiled and said politely: "It's my choice."

"Crazy! Monster!"

After Owen left, the captain of the USS Meryl retched in the bloody mud for a long time before finally trembling and cursing, trying to save some dignity.

"Hello."

"Hello."

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Owen looked at the massacre with interest. The young man's politeness was particularly appetizing: "There is a monster living in your skin. Interestingly, so do I."

Li Cang broke off a group of metal fragments of a giant axe from his chest and spat out half a piece of liver of unknown origin: "So who is speaking now, you or him?"

Owen Connor smiled: "Owen, I like people to call me by my name, so what is your name?"

"Li Cang."

"Lee, you know, in my world, there has been no life as young as you for hundreds of years. The whole world is dying like me, and it is declining like a human. Can you imagine it? ?”

“I’ve seen it.”

“Yeah! That kind of scene is me. Wait, what did you say?”

The big magic wand whistled over, tearing up several magic professionals and then wandering around Li Cang. The Burning of Isoleye was not limited to the vicinity, but raged across the entire floating land, rising and falling like alien lighthouses. The magician finally frowned and said impatiently: “I’m not good at chatting. There’s a guy over there with a good mouth. Do you want to taste it?”

For this young kid who was uninteresting and had no interest in food, Owen’s smile was restrained, and his eyes narrowed: “I was planning to talk to you about something more, but it seems that there is no need!”