Chapter 2212 American Confederacy: Huh?
Good luck on the trip.
However, when they were flying out of the jump channel, there was still a small problem.
The sky island seemed to have hit something and there was an unnatural roar and tremor, but due to some abstract rules of this jump disturbance, they could not see any entity other than their own sky island and the jump channel itself.
"Boom~"
The huge sky island collection wrapped in endless flames and visually polluting smoke of various colors appeared out of thin air, and the blue, green and purple tones made the entire airspace look like a weird oil painting.
At the same time-
"Unknown unit hit, the subspace channel is collapsing, request support, request support!"
"Damn it, protect the channel giant ship!"
"It's a jump storm!"
"How is it possible?"
"Fuck!"
The code-named Spring Breeze airspace where the American Confederation's upper council is located, the critical area of the subspace of the Star Torch Channel, the ruins.
The upper council anchored and recalled the six ruins that had just experienced a wave of locusts. As for why there were a total of nine disasters but only six were saved, it can only be said that compared to the methods of some craftsmen, even the Miwei insect tribe seemed so amiable and considerate.
The fragmented six island chain systems were piled together. The American Confederation was ready to rebuild a qualified, impregnable, and unprecedented prosperity based on this. They had all kinds of animals, but the sky islands that met the expected authority were not so easy to get. Now is not the early stage of the disaster. Both the subordinates and their islands are not so easy to deceive.
Then, under their eyes, the subspace recall channel lit by the Star Torch and a fleet inside it were calmly turned into a mess by the jump disturbance. An unprecedentedly active wild jump point was formed instantly, and the illusory entity projection was wrapped with the torn, alien alloy, and blazing ship fragments.
After a few seconds, the condensed smoke of the projection dissipated, and what came into view was not only the crystal clear green, but also the scarlet blood-like vivid dream. After a long while of being stunned, the important members of the upper council stood at attention on the spot.
"Ah?"
The crystal clear and lush green is an island, no, two strange islands combined, like a mother carrying her child. The large island in front, which is covered with crystal clusters, winding semi-crystalline mountains and partially crystal-walled, carries a small island like an ice palace. The texture of the third party is more abstract beside you and me. The pale bones, black blood and scarlet flesh form an indescribable activated island. There are strange and chilling drum sounds coming out. Inside the geological layer, there are endless and dense tentacles or roots crawling - this is clearly those guys! It is clearly their orbital island! You Know Who!
Those who react slowly are still rubbing their eyes and pinching their thighs in amazement at their allies, while those who react quickly have already run halfway through their life marquees. They are desperately wondering what sins they have committed, whether they are loyal to God, and what unsuccessful oaths they have made, so that the gears of fate are so impatient to try to crush them. What virtue and ability do I have to be like this, America?
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Countless sages have used their blood to prove that it is foolish to fight with this guy on their own land, and other sages have used their bones to prove that it is useless to assassinate him on the other side's territory. Fuck, if you take the initiative, he will chase you like a dog chasing a rabbit, and even lose two sets of important components of the Star Torch. If you fight passively, you will be wiped out three pan-island chain systems in a row
Ha, if we can't afford to provoke us, can't we hide? It's like someone who only remembers to eat but not to fight!
As a result, you treat America, the beacon of our human civilization like this? Just lay the track line of this B on our faces? You call this random? Who wrote the script for you?
Sky Island.
The experienced Li Cang and Lao Wang reacted a little late. The American over there almost rubbed his eyeballs out of pulp before they started to rub.
Lao Wang licked his lips and started to bark at the top of his lungs: "Speak up! Sprayers speak up! Damn you! I am the son of destiny favored by heaven and earth! How dare you, a lowly person, say anything? Apologize! Make amends! Post an open post on the forum to clarify the facts and restore your reputation!!"
If there weren't so many people outside, the magician would swear to allow Lao Wang to kowtow to him as an apology. Three jump lines, endless airspace for you to take as you please, what kind of fate is this made in heaven, what kind of benign interaction is this?
America!
I'm here to get it!
"Drop, drop."
The great magician was so excited that his mouth was choked.
America was really lucky. After a period of chaos and disorder on both sides, a unique and lingering argument of interests was staged again. Until this time, the regional radio of the Confederation of America was still echoing with angry roars: "Li Cang! Don't go too far! Such humiliation and coercion of a powerful federal empire--"
"Boom boom boom!"
The regional radio was eventually eliminated by the skills and artillery interference of the Confederation of America. Only the front-line soldiers who had experienced several incidents before and after could understand how crazy this guy was. All this nonsense was fucking nonsense. This butcher executioner could not communicate effectively at all.
"Immediately restore the subspace transmission! Initiate a recall! Cover the relevant technical personnel and the upper parliament members to retreat in turn!"
No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one forum!
"Fire! Everyone! Hold him back!"
"Empty the crew of the Black Harrier orbital ship, load all the energy matrix physical ammunition that can be loaded, overload the orbital gun, and knock them into the subspace with the people and the island!"
"Suppress, expel and exile the three major affiliated war groups and immediately start to block the opponent's channel! Damn it! Don't get close! Don't get close! Don't get close! Send all the dead men raised in the subspace to me! Stand in front!"
Even though the facts have proved countless times that the world is a huge makeshift team, it must be said that there are still people who understand America, and they made the most correct decision in the shortest time against all odds.
"Authority! You have three damn seconds to think about it. Now, execute my fucking order right now!"
Swinburne Ashef, a senior general who is not favored by the Confederation's top brass, a soldier who experienced the death of Katugan, the strangulation of Senator Dylan, and personally witnessed the destruction of the pan-island chain system codenamed 6, 13, and 30 and survived.
After roaring at the communicator, he lowered his head and thought.
Next to him, there was his direct superior who was tied up and imprisoned in a heavy gravity field and stuffed with a shoe in his mouth, and a member of the Confederation's upper parliament - not Dylan.
