Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

Flames continued to explode in the city.

The viscous napalm was thrown in all directions, the fire was rising, and the vicious and cruel weapons created by human ingenuity were whistling like demons.

The wind borrowed the fire, the sun was shining, white phosphorus bombs whizzed down from the sky, the napalm bombs on the ground kept exploding, the white splendor in the sky, the blazing sun on the ground, the city was covered with poisonous smoke and flames, and it was destroyed by the war. People hiding at home fled to the streets in a panic, under the nest, never finished eggs.

They run aimlessly, but they don't know where it is safe, there are constant explosions in the city, maybe there are terrible bombs buried around them, vehicles are impassable in the chaotic streets, shouting and crying are everywhere, far away Fireballs continued to rise into the sky, and the flames surged like the end.

People called to each other for their relatives, and some people collapsed and sat on the ground crying. Children called for their parents, and parents called for their children. Across the crowd, there were crowds of people everywhere. Elderly couples supported each other, but they couldn't walk fast or far. They cuddled with each other. Then, he sat under the house by the street, looking at all this in despair.

"Help…"

"Who saw my child!"

"Dad! Daddy!"

"Help us..."

"Who will help us..."

The people living in this land have never been happy, they have not been brilliant, and they have not caught up with the wave of technological development. What they have ushered in are vicious and selfish colonists. Inescapable, hunger, poverty, desolation... and war.

They live in a world where napalm and white phosphorus bombs will fall overhead at any time.

They don't even know what they did wrong to have such a life.

One world, one earth.

As civilians, they can only sob and cry helplessly, and there is nothing they can do about it.

- There are giant eagles flapping their wings in the sky.

The cyan arcane wings rolled in the wind, the eagle of Shimo swooped in, Kant stepped on the back of the eagle, overlooking the city full of flames, and the fire of gasoline napalm was burning and spreading further.

He stepped on his feet, flipped to the ground, and swung his axe in the sky where the heat was soaring. The next moment, the black light shattered, and Kant stepped out on a roof. The bullet point of the fire, fit into the fire wave.

A helpless cry for help came from the scorching flames, and there were whistling flames all around him. Kant closed his eyes, his spiritual power revealed, and separated his arms, the red light shone, and the slightest element of flame penetrated into his arm, like an illusory spirit of flame. Flying around him constantly.

He roared sharply, his hands suddenly pressed to the ground, and the power of the fire thief suddenly expanded outward along the ground, extracting and smashing all the burning things, and the fire was extinguished in an instant, the orange flame suddenly extinguished, only the illusory smoke and dust mist It still fills the space, and then the wind blows, blowing everything away.

The trapped people looked around at a loss, not knowing what was going on.

The eagle of Shimo screamed in the sky, Kant's eyes flashed with dazzling light, the black light lingered, shattered and dissipated, and his figure reappeared in the sky, driving the wind to another fire point.

The people who were blocked outside and cried out the names of their relatives saw a figure crash into the fire. The next moment, dozens of houses shook and roared. The figure of that person was as fast as a meteor and lightning. No, there are people who are constantly being thrown out, tumbling to the ground with a blank look on their faces.

"Look! Eagle! It's the Eagle God!"

The eagle of Shimo reflects the golden light in the sun, and the cyan illusory wings roll in the wind, streaking across the sky of the city in the firelight and the sun, just like the spirit of all things worshipped by the Komora people.

This scene is magnificent and sacred.

The old Komorans stood up tremblingly, tearful, under the erosion of technology and modernity, the ancient legends were no longer believed by the young people, and now, in the midst of suffering, fire, death and In despair, the brilliance of hope appeared in front of him.

But Kant is not a god.

He didn't even know if he could be called hope.

His life has changed forever since he was living on a deserted island, and he is no longer peaceful. Driven by the fate in the dark, he constantly faces the cruel reality.

The reality is drifting helplessly on a deserted island for a full year, the reality is watching the Penguin man die in front of him one by one but there is nothing he can do, the reality is that he is caught in the war between Goethe and the elves but can't stop it, the reality is to save forever. Not everyone, the reality is that there is nothing we can do, and it will always be a little bit worse.

never strong enough.

That's why I was busy on two fronts, so I was wandering crazy while constantly coordinating the progress of the battle on both sides, so here, I ran back and forth for the people of a city to extinguish the flames.

But it can't save everyone.

Men who were burned alive, women who hugged their children and were burned to dryness, and people who were suffocated and choked to death in a room full of heat, not everyone can be saved, not everything can be done in time, sometimes Extinguishing the flames only sees twisted bones, sometimes giving hope to others, but in the end only hears the desperate cry of that person, Kant can only rush to the next place without stopping.

He didn't want to hear words he didn't want to hear, and he didn't want to see expressions he didn't want to see.

Valentine, Huisha, have seen enough.

Flying flames, phosphorus medicine falling from the sky, people screaming.

There were hit cars, and he saw someone wailing in the car.

It was a family, the three in the back seat were dead, the man in the front seat tried to climb out of the burning car, but the flames engulfed his car, burning his body, his hands sticking out of the broken windshield , grabbed the hood, made a Zira sound, and struggled to lean forward, only a small part of the broken car glass caught his upper body, and the exposed body was the same color as the metal body scorched by the flames.

He looked at Kant, shouted desperately, and begged for help, but the flames had destroyed everything in him, and his face had been burned so hard Withered, but revealing suffocating despair.

This is the earth, this is not another world, this is not a backward society, this is not the countries that are attacked and killed, this is not Goethe who has been invaded by aliens, this is the earth, modern society, technological revolution, and global village.

Kant could only shoot silently.

His face was so gloomy that it was almost twisted, the boundless fury engulfed his heart, the golden dial in his pupils was turning rapidly, Kant's speed had soared to the limit, leaping, teleporting, he was constantly annihilating the roaring fire, and his body splashed with light and shadow , shuttle back and forth throughout the city, like a streamer, driving a giant eagle.

Save humanity and witness death.

Or, give death.

An SUV was fleeing frantically, and the shooter screamed in horror. His shooting skills were unable to deal with such an enemy. Visible to the naked eye, he saw the terrifying figure flashing and teleporting in the air. It was a **** teleportation. Wrong, no drinking and nothing - it's true!

Kant rushed to the front of the car and faced the galloping vehicle, encouraged by his vindictiveness, and a sword was drawn. The galloping vehicle was cut in half from the middle, and the mercenary standing on the weapon table and operating the machine gun was also divided into two. The internal organs and blood spurted and scattered, the car crashed to both sides, Kant raised his hand to cut off the driver's limbs, pinned the other person to the ground, and grabbed the man in the back seat, his eyes were dark and cold, ignoring the other's screams .

"I ask you."

"Are you hungry?"

"Are you in trouble?"

"Is it precarious?"

"Don't have a home?"

"Is the motherland enslaved? Is the nation discriminated against? Is there no way out?"

"neither."

"Then why take up arms?"

The hand that grabbed the opponent's throat shone blazingly.

"Why did you come to someone else's home?"

"Why hurt innocent civilians?"

"Why are you only interested in things that hurt others?"

"you…"

He stared at the other's terrified eyes, watching the flames burn from those eyes.

Then the mercenary's head and face burned with raging flames, and the flames spewed out from the inside out.

"It's only worthy to die like this."

He dissipated, teleported into the sky, and swept to another shelling position.

"Everyone goes to the underground bomb shelter!"

The Chinese Embassy in Comora, after the attack, the military attache issued an order immediately, all the staff and the rescued Chinese were arranged to hide in the underground air defense facilities, and the military attache has been on the third floor to observe the city's The situation changed, and his eyes were both surprised and solemn.

The footsteps started, and the ambassador walked quickly, his face full of murderousness: "I called my superiors - Biagang is finished! This group of people should be damned a hundred times!"

He came to the military attache and asked, "Is there a way to control the fire?"

"Actually...it seems that the effect is not very good. There are many places that don't burn, and I don't know what happened..." The military attache was confused, but his tone was still solemn, "But many residents have already run into the streets, and there is no orderly guidance. Mass stampedes and panic accidents are prone to occur, and white phosphorus bombs and incendiary bombs will also cause a large number of injuries. With the current state of anarchy in Komora, I am afraid…”

Ambassador He's face was ashen.

He was silent for a moment and said categorically: "Let our doctor prepare, I'll make another call!"

The military attache was taken aback: "Are we going to save people? The procedure stipulates..."

"Fuck the procedural regulations! Regulations are dead, people are alive! The big deal is to go to the CPPCC for retirement!"

Ambassador He scolded: "King Komora doesn't know if he's dead or not. Where can I find the program? I'll make another phone call and ask. I can't watch these people being burned alive and hurt to death!"

Just then, gunshots were fired outside, and the two were taken aback. The military attache drew his gun, put on his helmet, and said to the ambassador, "Hurry up and hide in the basement! I'll take a look!"

At this moment, a sound amplified by a loudspeaker sounded outside.

Broken Chinese.

"Open the door, please! I'm King Chakat II of Comora!"

The two looked at each other in surprise.

Soon, after the inspection, the armed police moved away to refuse the horse, the Humvee drove into the embassy, ​​and the black king greeted the ambassador in Comora without greeting, and said solemnly: "Mr. Ambassador, may the government of your country still admit it to me? The royal family that rules and leads is the only legal regime in the Kingdom of Komora?"

Mr. Ambassador said solemnly: "Of course, you are still the legitimate leader and monarch of Komora."

"Very well, then as the ruler of Comora, I invoke international law. Under the premise that the government is in exile, the country has fallen, and the administrative, military and security forces of Comora have all disappeared, the Comora government has been powerless to be affected by the war. Here, as the King of Comora, I request your government and relevant departments to provide humanitarian assistance, and agree to all your country’s actions in Comora.”

Chakat II said slowly: "Mr. Ambassador, you can report to your superiors and ask for instructions, and instruct the secretary to prepare a memorandum."

The ambassador immediately stepped back and turned around, running towards the embassy: "Right now."

"Liang attache, please send two soldiers to protect me." Chakat II said to the attache counselor, his dark face was murderous, "I'm going to visit some of your junk neighbors."

The military attache pondered: "This is very dangerous, Mr. King, you..."

"Don't worry." King Chakat II picked up the phone, "I'm running a live broadcast. Since Twitter can rule the country, so can the live broadcast... Although most of the Internet's voice is controlled by the West, they are not monolithic. I believe your country The power of the government and the Russian government, if Chakat II was killed by the US Marines in front of the US embassy while he was running to save his people, let the world see it."

He turned to look at the person beside him: "Besides, you should know him."

Only then did the military attache notice the Chinese next to him, and exclaimed in surprise, "Kang Jinzhu!"

Since the local compatriots were kidnapped, he and the ambassador and several officials have smashed the photos of the missing person, and they are more impressed than their own parents.

"It's me... I'm sorry, Major Liang, I have something to say to Mr. Ambassador."

Kang Jinzhu glanced at the king, and Chakat II smiled: "Go, fine pig, we all have to fight, you are for your son, and I am also for my family."

The two looked at each other, shook hands immediately, made eye contact, and nodded slightly.

Cyclonus entered the city, the time was not long or short, but it was long enough for these two men who had their own concerns to exchange information, unify their voices, and reach a win-win deal.

Then Kang Jinzhu rushed towards the embassy.

"Mr. Ambassador! Mr. Ambassador!"

Kang Jinzhu quickly caught up with Ambassador He, who was also surprised: "Kang Jinzhu! You..."

"Mr. Ambassador, do you want to get in touch with the country? Please allow me to take the liberty, I also want to participate, I have something very important to report to the party and the country..."

Kang Jinzhu followed the ambassador, and the two walked up the stairs quickly. Kang Dad said as he walked, "It's really a very important situation! Regarding what I saw and found in the king's tomb... There is the Fabaixi government behind it. Shadow! They plot wars and assassinate kings for what's in the tomb!"

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PS1: There is an update today. The following plot needs to brew emotions. I haven’t slept well in the past two days. Go to bed early, and I’m still sweating. It’s flashing.