All the medical teams and special operations forces in the South Asian theater went deep into the battlefield of God War.
In an instant, a group of crows took off and coiled from above the pile of bones.
Hundreds of thousands of medical teams were fully armed and wore radiation protection suits that did not reveal a single hair. A breath of cold air.
From their feet, extending forward for dozens of kilometers, all are scorched black soil, but in this scorched black soil are crumpled flowers and plants and piles of bones.
The level of this battle of gods is too high, and there are not a few skeletons of the warriors left, most of which are broken into pieces of flesh and bones and buried in the soil.
The limbs and corpses of gods and demons also abound.
Every inch of the land had the smoke of gunpowder dissipated, and in it was a shocking crow eating the corpse.
Shocking, the liver is cracked!
"Go away, go away!" A medical team member staggered and waved his crow, his eyes were already red: "Whether it's the soldiers or the gods and demons of Kyushu, these are all martyrs who protect the land of Kyushu, get out of your way. what!"
Unfortunately, after the crows were briefly expelled, they circled the sky and landed on other corpses, continuing to feast on their faces as if no one else was there.
The medical team members were heartbroken and rushed forward to collect the corpse.
"Alas, Tu Xingsun is also dead."
A few medical team members sighed sadly beside a khaki-colored corpse that looked like a round spinning top, and then used a large transport military vehicle to remove the character who appeared in Kyushu mythology.
Not only Tu Xingsun, but also Lei Zhenzi, Jin Zha, Mu Zha, Xiaobailong and so on, the new generation of Kyushu gods and demons all perished on this battlefield.
These are mythological figures well known to the youth. When they poured their blood in the frenzy of the chaotic army and died in battle one after another, God knows how many young people are heartbroken and unable to breathe.
tread... tread...
With the sound of rhythmic but heavy footsteps, a bright red, blood-stained long ribbon appeared behind the medical team, slowly bypassing them and wrapping Tu Xingsun's body.
"He... let me collect the corpse." A low voice of a child sounded.
The medical team members turned back one after another, and nodded silently at the sad-faced Nezha.
Nezha tied Tu Xingsun behind him, walking in the smoke and muttering: "Go to war, you have to go to war, you died once in the battle of gods millions of years ago, and now you are dead again, don't you say You are the strongest in the world, if you want me to say that you are the strongest to escape, why would you still die in battle..."
"If you don't have the strength to fight and run, who will laugh at you, why, why do you have to fight to the death, why, this is not like your character, why..."
The listeners of Nezha's murmurs were sad. He carried away Tu Xingsun, carried away Lei Zhenzi, carried away Jin Zha, carried away Mu Zha, carried away...
Nezha spent the whole night going back and forth between the back of the front line and the battlefield. He carried back his dead relatives and friends, and finally sat in the cemetery of the gods and demons and cried silently.
The Gods and Demons Cemetery is a simple cemetery with a large area built by the Asian Union overnight. It is specially used to bury the gods and demons who died in the battle for Kyushu, and the interior of the cemetery is being renovated all the time.
Some gods and demons do not want to be buried here. If they want to be buried in their hometown, they will leave a piece of clothing or hair as their main body and bury them in the cemetery.
Huge and slender white maple trees stand next to the tombstones. These tombstones all have huge graves. When the white maple leaves fall on the graves, it seems that there is a warm light surrounding the graves.
Sad and beautiful, there is no such person in the world.
"Nezha, let's go."
The human voice was still far away, and the black dog came first, rubbing Nezha's cheek silently.
Nezha wanted to wipe away the tears, raised his head and forced a smile: "Brother Yang Jian, you seven saints of Meishan, are you all safe and sound?"
Yang Jian's face was low and he sighed.
Nezha immediately knew that he had made a slip of the tongue and dared not speak.
"They're all dead." Yang Jian looked at the night sky, all three eyes were low and he said: "They were all killed by Ares, that young master **** is no weaker than me."
Nezha and Yang Jian were speechless for a long time, only the roaring dog rubbed this and that for a while, chatting to express their consolation.
After a long time, Nezha sat beside Lei Zhenzi's tombstone and seemed to be muttering to himself, "Brother Yang Jian, when do you think this war will end?"
"I don't know, it may be a day or two, or it may be a decade or two." Yang Jian shook his head and said, "The Four Great God Domains and the Evil God Alliance have all participated in the war. If they continue to fight, it is very likely that the Demon Court will be involved."
"By that time, there will be a global war between gods and demons, and the war will not end easily."
At present, the situation of the battle of gods has evolved into a confrontation between two camps.
Prehistoric God Realm, Evil God Alliance, Sub-Alliance VS God God Realm, Buddha God Realm, Olympic God Realm.
The battle between the two camps is relatively straightforward and clear, and one side can directly fight when the other side sees it.
But if the group of gods, demons and giants like Yaoting were involved, no one would be able to easily admit defeat or win.
When the war is over, it will be a long way off.
"Little Nezha." Yang Jian said leisurely: "Be prepared for a long-term battle. This war is countless times bigger than the previous battle of King Wu."
The galaxy hangs high, ignoring the world.
Nezha was speechless for a long time, and after a long time he spit out a sentence: "It would be great if someone could end the war."
"Is it possible?" Yang Jian touched Nezha's little ball and said with a smile, "To end a war of this level, how capable does that person have to be?"
Asian Union Aerospace Division.
"Quick, quick, Lushen is about to enter the atmosphere of the Blue Star. The estimated landing location is... 35 degrees north latitude and 83 degrees east longitude."
The information officers stared blankly at the big screen, while the Minister of Aeronautics beside them slapped the table angrily: "Damn~www.mtlnovel.com~ Who set up this place, contact the military department and let the Sky Fleet transfer and land Place!"
Thirty-five degrees north latitude, eighty-three degrees east longitude, it is within the South Asian region, and more importantly, it is extremely close to the first front of South Asia!
Who doesn't know that that ghost place is now raging with war, and countless gods and demons are fighting there. If they land there, who will be responsible if they are involved in the war and cause uncontrollable situations?
Who is qualified to be responsible?
Panicked, the aviation department immediately sent the information to the alliance military headquarters, and did not dare to delay for a moment.
At this time, the Sky Fleet has escorted the Dragon Vessel, entered the atmosphere of the Blue Star, and will land on the ground within five hours.
Union Army.
"Lin Jun, how come you old man is free to come to me today."
Marshal Xu Zhen held the information sent by the aviation department in his hand. As soon as he walked into his Marshal's office, he saw an old man in plain clothes standing in a daze at the office window.
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