Only the insiders of the "Ares" system in the Nest continent know what is going on outside.

Almost in a minute or two, the entire basin was enveloped in flames and turned into a sea of explosions.

Thunder roared, sparks splashed, and raindrops of light poured down from the blue sky and spread over the surrounding mountains.

From below, the light and rain are very beautiful, but when they fall into the mountains, they break the rocks, set the trees on fire, and scatter dust.

The missile launchers that were either hidden in the shadows or placed in the open became the key targets, and the square launch matrix was hit by the light rain, directly exploded into large fireballs, throwing into the sky like dragon gunsmoke, and then being torn into fine smoke by the subsequent light rain and strong wind.

In retaliation, some missile silos hidden in the ridges were opened, and the caves that flashed with a blinding red light suddenly lit up, and the surging smoke rolled upwards, and one after another missiles rose from the ground and flew into the sky.

However, before they could leave the mountain range, a rain of light swept by, and streams of fire burst out of the surface of the missiles, which exploded into rapidly expanding flames with a bang, and the fragments rained down, and the shock wave swept around, blowing away the surrounding smoke and vegetation, shattering one boulder after another, and some missiles were detonated before they even left the wellhead, directly filling the entire well with flames, and then rushing out of the surface like a spring.

The light and rain were limited, and it was not enough to cover the entire basin and the Huanling area, and when one fighter plane after another rose from the ejection center on the mountainside and went to the high altitude to carry out interception operations, there was a dark shadow in the sky above the Huanling Ridge.

The shrill whistling sound came from top to bottom, and finally turned into the crash of heavy objects falling to the ground, and deep craters appeared in the flat area of the mountain range.

In a moment, a dull explosion from the ground sounded the prelude to a series of explosions, and the shock wave and thermal radiation caused by the high explosives encapsulated in the ground-penetrating bomb spread through the mountainside, destroying the structure of the mountain. The hollow mountain earthquake collapsed, forming a large area of landslides and dust, and the entire Huanling area fell into the apocalyptic scene of the sky and the earth.

The mountain was crumbling, the tumbling flames coming out of the cracks in the rocks, the rumbling and muffling of the ground and the ground fermenting, and the shrill whistling from the sky continued. Shadows that are several meters long burrow into mountain after hill and then raze them to rubble.

While dodging the dust gushing from the collapse of the mountain, the scattered fighters quickly pulled upwards in an effort to rush into the air as quickly as possible and knock out the high-altitude bomber that appeared and disappeared from time to time on the scanner of the radar system.

As they climbed rapidly, they were greeted by a flash of golden brilliance, rows of light points swept through the air, and all the fighters on the trajectory turned into streams of fire one after another, falling from the sky.

The ground is in turmoil. The sky also boiled into a pot of porridge.

With a bitter wind, the antimatter missile broke through the dust barrier, hitting the few remaining huge circular quantum radars on the mountains around the basin, like a crystal ball full of flames suddenly bursting, and countless fragments flew in all directions under the impetus of the shock wave.

While the bombing force of Valkyrie bombers and scouts brought the crater into turmoil, the situation in the center of the basin was no less difficult.

There were three nest insect lords floating in the northern sky, their undulating wings like waves, and from a distance, they looked like a black cloud across the sky.

When the dust rises into the air. When the sun covered the sky, one nest insect after another smashed through the smoke and dust. Like a big bird gliding down, it rained down on the ground in the rain of bullets rising from the ground and landed on the well square where the neutron cannon was.

One Hive Worm Lord can sustain nearly 30 Hive Worms in battle, and now there are three Hive Worm Lords to carry out biological bombardment, and hundreds of Hive Worms have converged into a stream of worms that spread throughout the military base.

The 12 neutron cannons became their key targets. The metal pipes that extend from the depths of the well to the surface are attached to one nest after another, some of which go all the way down the pipes, and some of which directly use their claws and teeth to scratch scars on the thick pipes, expanding and expanding.

When the shell of these pipes ruptures, the neutron flow loses stability. Inevitably, it triggered an implosion, and with a bang, the upper part of the entire cannon was blasted into the sky, and a wave of destruction spread across the military base.

The surrounding mountains collapsed, the rubble rolled, the dust was all over the sky, the flames of the central basin were in the air, the explosion was like a dragon, the air was surging, and the sound of explosions and scattered artillery resounded through the world.

In just a few minutes, the basin that carried the "Ares" ground-based defense system seemed to have been washed by the flames of war, from an orderly modular base to a death zone filled with flames, gunsmoke, ruins, and black spots.

Many overturned vehicles and smoking wreckage of fighter planes were scattered in the surrounding open space, the 20-meter-high gun body of the neutron cannon fell on the concrete ground full of holes, and the end shaft was still spewing gunsmoke out, and occasionally explosions and screams could be heard from below.

The black clouds in the north were still stark, and the nest insects fell one after another, falling from the sky to the ground blackened by the flames, tearing at every piece of equipment within the confines of the military base, devouring every life.

A Valkyrie high-altitude bomber, 5 scout fighters, and 3 nest insect lords paralyzed a small military base in just ten minutes.

There are a total of 4 military bases on the Nest continent that carry the "Ares" ground-based defense system like this, and at the same time as the southern base was attacked, the other 3 military bases were also subjected to carpet bombing from high altitudes, thus paralyzing the entire "Ares" ground-based defense system on the sunny side.

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In addition to the targeted bombing of military bases, more than 70 ghost fighters and nearly 100 flying dragons were scattered inside the "Cabreto" atmosphere, placing the four continents of Nest, Hedek, Seymour, and Amary in patrol range.

When the battlefield of the palace of Howl, the battlefield of Dikaben, the battlefield of the sky, and the military bases on the continent of Nest were engulfed in the flames of war, some small and medium-sized cities of "Cabreto" had uprisings and riots of varying degrees.

The flames of the insurrection intensified by the long-term exploitation and oppression and class solidification, and the spies and agents planted by the old forces only had to do their first year of junior high school to blow up violent departments such as the police and security bureaus, and people who were full of resentment against officials and royal power spontaneously poured into the streets, took guns from unknown people, and rushed to the offices of all levels of government representing the interests of the aristocracy and the power of officials, and even some large enterprises with deep backgrounds.

When the crowd of people is excited, it becomes a crowd. The scale of the riot snowballed, bigger and heavier, with the sound of howling wind and rolling waves, rushing towards the already precarious royal power.

Government employees are no longer the object of envy, they were once full of superiority. He began to turn into street rats, hiding in toilets and warehouses to avoid the peddlers' pawns. Officials who symbolize state power, who speak loudly and embrace the sea have been reduced to high-risk occupations, and many petty officials who are informed, have died one after another at the gunpoint of civilians.

When the monument of the country's royal power collapsed little by little, some officials who were accustomed to holding great power and determining life and death with one word still could not see the situation of the country clearly. Choose to use the methods of the past, the methods of the past to deal with today's chaos.

Orders to quell the riots were sent from the security services of the continents to the local garrisons, sporadic troops began to enter the city, martial law was erected over the cities, armored vehicles and tanks drove into the streets, and heavily armed policemen armed with guns and ammunition intimidated the crowds that had gathered in the streets to demand the resignation of the Olybald family.

The ground level forces are departed from military bases. When transport aircraft and ground vehicles were stationed in small and medium-sized towns, the fighters of the air force also rushed to the front line as a force to suppress the riots. Build momentum for the ground forces.

But to the headache of the state security officials, the fighter planes tasked with the task of intimidation turned into meteors one after another as they flew into the city, which were shot down by unknown enemies and became steel wreckage in the streets with hunting flames.

Far from frightening the mob, they were like a ladle of water poured into a pot of boiling oil. Make the situation worse.

When people learned that the government had chosen to suppress it by force, and even dispatched fighter planes loaded with live ammunition, more and more fierce emotions erupted in the crowd, and more and more people chose to accept weapons handed by those around them, and pulled the trigger on the heavily armed police on the opposite side.

If these cops take off their blue coats. Wearing the clothes that belong to ordinary people, I am afraid that few civilians on the opposite side are willing to shoot hard, because they are all living people like themselves, and they are all living lives.

But when they put on the blue police uniforms and became the carriers of the king's power, the representatives of the violent institutions, the long-standing antagonism and hatred between the government and the people, made the civilians automatically ignore the faces under the police badges, and vent the pent-up anger in their hearts with the weapons in their hands for many years.

The cries and resentments that belong to the weak, the more depressed they are, the more intense they erupt, and when these hatreds that have been compressed to the extreme find a way to vent, you can imagine what amazing power they will erupt.

It is such civilians, cockroaches who once wailed under electric batons and tear gas, with their undisciplined charges, inaccurate shots, and the police force, which symbolizes the power of the state, to start a street fire, and plunge one city after another into the flames of war.

Guns are ringing, blood is flowing, fire is burning, wind is howling. The sound of cannon and billowing smoke filled the sky of the city, and the streets were in shambles, blood and bullet casings were everywhere, and there were wounded and dead people in the corners who had not had time to move.

War is brutal, with death and bloodshed. But when the oppression from power prevails, or even just the fear of death, courage will burst out of people's hearts, mixed with the hatred accumulated in their hearts, and become the source of resistance to royal power.

It is not known whether the future is full of hope and brightness, but one thing is clear to them: they are not even qualified to envision the future without completely crushing the rule of the Olybals.

Against this backdrop, the military's mechanized units began to move into some of the cities where the riots were most intense, and cooperated with the retreating police to carry out even more bloody crackdowns on civilians on the streets.

Ghost fighters and dragons roaming the skies can knock out the military's air force to support the civilians, but they can't concretely affect the victory of every local battle, and the civilian casualties begin to rise geometrically in the face of the well-equipped mechanized army.

When the ground armored troops drove into the small and medium-sized cities, the wealthy people of "Cabreto" dragged their families and fled desperately in private aircraft to avoid the impending scourge of war.

At the same time, almost no one noticed that a black transport boat was swimming against the current, and as people fled, they entered the war-torn world.

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Seymour Continent, Curry Gard City.

The breath of war wafted over the city, the remnant sun was like blood, and the flames of war were shaking. The rhythm of life in the past has been completely disrupted, and there are no longer figures dragging tired bodies running on the streets. The shops on both sides of the street were locked, some of the windows were still bleeding from the blood, and the walls not far away were crater after crater.

There is no gluttonous saliva outside the cake shop, but they can't afford to buy it, so they can only watch the children who are in a daze with those exquisite pastries. Only the steel lion rolling by.

Yes, in the face of these cold and cruel steel monsters, the cheap weapons in the hands of the civilians have no effect, and the bullets fired from the breech will only spark on the surface of the iron sheet, and then disappear.

Soldiers equipped with Pilgrim-grade power armor swept through the blocks in a sweeping motion, herding the rioters into remote corners and piercing their heads with their guns.

The order given by Shangfeng was to be in the city where martial law was issued. Anyone who dares to stay on the streets will be annihilated as a rebel.

Not capture, not dispersal, but annihilation!

And so the blood began to flow, more and more, and more and more rapidly, on the curbs of the streets, on the walls without lights. Flowing under the tracks of armored vehicles.

The remnant sun stained the clouds of the west, and the streets of the city of Currigard were stained red with blood.

The stone monument in the central square, which symbolizes power, has been knocked over by RPGs. Reduced to rubble, the unmanned robots that went back and forth to promote laws and regulations, as well as government regulations, were reduced to piles of metal wreckage, lying in a pool of flowers.

A young Asian man with a white cloth on his head and a blood-stained right arm slumped in the middle of the road on the south side of the square, supporting his body with his left hand. Moving back little by little, dragging the blood from the corpses next to him, pulling a long mark on the ground.

His foot was injured in the battle and he was unable to run, and his arm was shot by a bullet. Even with a simple bandage, it is difficult to completely stop the bleeding, and it is still seeping out.

He didn't snort, he didn't groan, he just stared hatefully at a grizzly armored car coming at the end of the road.

The wheels rolled, the tracks rolled over the ground, creaking and crunching, crushing the bodies of the victims on the road like rubble, spreading out into a colorful piece of flesh, squeezing out more blood and bodily fluids.

The smell of blood and excrement filled the entire neighborhood, mixed with the smell of gunsmoke, gunpowder, and engine oil, fermenting into a disgusting, pungent smell.

The young man cursed in a hoarse voice at the soldiers on the other side - the lackeys who had chosen to trample on their dignity in such a way that they had no mercy or guilt,

Don't they know that those dead people on the ground have lived in this world like them, breathing air, struggling to survive, have parents, wives and children, brothers and sisters, and will do their best to protect their families, and strive to make the people around them live better and smile brighter.

Don't they know that respecting others is also respecting themselves?

Why do they become beasts without a heart, butchers without humanity, devils without souls, wearing the cloak of kingship and the hard iron skin?

He roared hard, the corners of his eyes cracked and blood, sweat mixed with blood snaked down, rushing those black ashes, falling down the contours of his face, wetting the crumpled shirt.

The remnant sun is still there, pouring on the cold body, painted with a touch of red, very bright, like blood.

He was greeted by the muffled roar of engines, the cracking of bones from tracks running over human bodies, and the playful, snarky laughter of two soldiers in Pilgrim-grade power armor.

The armored car was getting closer and closer, already approaching his body, and the slowly climbing shadow did not reach his waist, not his chest, not his head.

He could clearly see the cold face of the driver on the other side of the observation glass, he could see the flesh and blood stains stuck to the chassis of the vehicle, and he could see the souls of the dead who were tearing at the iron sheets.

The evening never ended, and the night had already arrived.

The young man closed his eyes, but he did not usher in death.

A shadow fell from the sky, standing tall as a pine in the shadows of the armored vehicle.

The shock woke the young man, and when he opened his eyes, another muffled sound penetrated into his ears, shaking his consciousness and his heart.

The back was not tall, but in his dim eyes it was majestic.

Boom!

There was a thunderous sound, the tracks of the armored car made a crunch of Krakala, and the engine of the locomotive roared hard, but it was never able to move forward.

Boom!

There was another muffled sound, the whole ground shook, the heavy chassis of the Grizzly armored car shook, and the armor in the front was severely deformed, with a deep depression in the middle.

The young man looked at the young man's side face and saw that he smashed his fist into the front of the armored car with his swollen arm, shattering the black shell to pieces.

With one pair of hands, the teenager lifted a Grizzly armored car!

The young man felt that he was dreaming, so he looked up at the sky and saw that something was more.

Blood fell from the gap between the tracks of the armored car, and the dirty pieces of flesh fell to the ground.

Roy's eyes saw no kindness in the past, only a flood of anger and resentment.

He could accept soldiers killing civilians with guns, but he could not accept them destroying the dignity of a person's life in such a way.

The corpses on both sides of the road used to live under the same starry sky with him, and the person behind him had the same skin color and eyes as Brother Tang, Yingluo, Bai Hao, and Linglong. (To be continued.) )