Chapter 1021: : Owner, go!

In White Wolf City, the huge aircraft carriers were slowly descending, and the Nasleaks drove their dogs to meet them.
Looking at the startling wounds and cracks, Lao Banglong couldn't help shaking his head. At first, this big guy was really dangerous and almost hurt his nuclear reactor.
"Well, everyone, come down and give it to us!" Old Bang Rong stood on the head of a mastiff and ordered to the aircraft carrier.
"Leave them all?" The navy on the ship was very repulsive, Brown reprimanded. "What are you thinking? The next repair is likely to move the nuclear reactor. Are you sure you want to stay on the ship?"
"But ..." Several technical officials looked at Old Bang, and then looked at Brown around him, trying to refute, but couldn't say.
Just then, a soldier suddenly called out, "Sir, there is something!"
"What happened?" Brown turned his head.
...
In the east of Fuso, the ocean is flat.
A violent storm is raging, and the sea is raging. A volcano erupting is in the center of the waves and the storm. The top of its crater is facing the eye of the typhoon at the top, and a hot column invisible to the naked eye connects the world In the meantime, this storm is constantly being supplied with energy.
The sky was so dark that it was late at night, so the wildly gushing magma was even more dazzling, like blood pouring from the earth!
At this time, the typhoon had covered a range of thousands of kilometers, and most of Fuso Prefecture was shrouded in it. It was almost completely covered by clouds. Some even suspected that Fuso did not exist on the earth.
The violent waves rushed ashore, into the city, into the streets.
Terrible hurricane, flattening houses, rolling up cars, leveling cities ...
Most of the hibiscus have been moved to relatively solid public facilities and disaster prevention facilities, listening to the squalling wind outside, crowded together, shivering ...
The intermittent sound came from the radio, which was almost dead.
Vaguely heard the sentence "God help Fuso".
But now the Fuso people are desperate, and they can't even shout slogans.
When they shouted for the first time to help Fusang, the raging storm raged the entire Fusang, destroying their entire agriculture, half of the east.
When they shouted for the second time to help Fusang, the Undead Mountain erupted wildly, flattened more than ten large and small towns, and devoured more than two million people.
Now, they are calling out to God Fuso, how many people will be left after this time?
Even the artillery prophet Orion and Fuso Sword God the former Wu adults have failed. Who else can save them?
At this time, I am afraid that no miracle will happen.
After all, this world will not belong to a miracle. It must come.
Suddenly, they heard a loud voice coming from the radio.
"There are still people working for us!"
"We still have hope!"
"Brewman ... hiss ..."
"What?" A man with a radio in the corner listened to the sound of the radio intermittently, and was so angry that he shot it several times in a row, but his voice was still unclear.
I don't know if it was a volcano, or a storm, or something else that interfered with the radio waves.
Or maybe it was because the air was too humid and his radio got damp.
Still hope?
Is anyone still saving us?
Whoever it is, come and save us ...
Whoever ...
...
On the volcanic island, Indigo stood on the volcano making machine, holding his shoulders.
Come on, come on.
The conditions for activating the Steel Door are about to be reached!
He reached up to his waist and found a bottle.
In that bottle, a shadow of a steel door was faintly seen. This steel door was more than the old one erected in White Wolf City.
By planting this steel door, you can open the access to the Hammer City Golden Gear Factory.
When countless war dogs pour in, it will wreak havoc on the entire world.
His mission is complete.
He looked up, and the bottle in his hand was about to be thrown away.
Just then, a light descended from the sky.
sunlight!
In the center of this storm, the clouds cover everything. How could there be sunshine?
He looked up.
A few kilometers away from the volcanic island, a quietly suspended warship was also monitoring the indigo?
Just then, they suddenly felt that something was wrong.
A regiment appeared beside their boat.
"Well, what's that?"
"Is it a bird?"
"This is a bird? Such a round bird, this is a fat dumpling ..."
A huge plump young bird was flapping its wings in the air, and its tiny claws were struggling with a dark, like camera-like thing.
Even though it seemed to be struggling to fly, even though the camera was larger than its body, even though the wind speed outside reached hundreds of kilometers per hour, it still flew steady.
There seems to be a communicator hanging under his neck.
A voice came from inside: "Start shooting!"
Suddenly, a light descended from the sky.
I don't know when the thick clouds in the sky seemed to break a big hole.
The glorious sunshine broke through all the darkness and storms.
Looking from the side, it seems that the entire world is divided into two realms.
Light and darkness!
In that bright field, even the wind seemed to slow down, and the reddish glaring magma seemed to be dim under the sun.
Everything is temporarily calmed down by this sunshine.
Next second ...
"Uh-"
A cry rang through the clouds, and through the golden cracked stone, it seemed to ring directly into the heart, making everyone involuntarily cover his ears and hold his chest.
The blue-and-white electric light flashed, and a bird with two long magpies and glorious power descended from the sky.
Zhuang not far, with his hands behind his back, stood quietly on Uncle's back and looked down at the indigo?
Behind him, countless four-winged war chickens lined up in a tight formation, like the angel legion from heaven, descending rapidly.
The large scoop in armor was riding on the black war chicken. Its iron-grey feathers flashed a stern glow in the sun, like a ruthless sword.
He raised his hand and screamed, "War Chicken Knights, dispatch!"
Behind ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Hundreds of War Chicken Knights roar at the same time: "Protect the Earth!"
Along with their roar is the cry of the four-winged war chickens.
After such a long period of cooperative operations, they have long been physical and mental companions.
Every move, every breath, has been completely synchronized.
"War Chicken Knights!"
"To win! To win! To win!"
The shouts of soldiers with high morale rang through the sky, whether it was on a warship not far away, an aircraft carrier thousands of miles away, or anyone else who could share pictures in real time.
Owner, go!
Wineman, go!
Fighting Chicken Knight, Go!
Guardians of the Earth, set off!