During these five days, the demon attack remains.

However, public opinion around the world began to stabilize and turmoil eased.

As Bai Qi said, in the face of natural disasters, the first thing is to be confused, and the strongest attack that unites the whole world is a safe shot.

Everyone is looking forward to the scene where the three thousand nuclear weapons explode, bomb the moon, and destroy the source of the demons.

However, some people are worried and realize that once they fail, the accumulated expectations will be shattered in the past few months and will suffer an incalculable backlash.

The real end of the world is the time.

...

Time passes day by day.

Chu Yu's cold did not recover, but became more and more serious. The doctor said that she had been ill due to overwork, but Chu Yu knew that this was not the reason.

After arriving at the weapons research and development center, her work intensity was completely incomparable to that of being in Beijing.

Her real root is in her heart.

It's a heart disease.

During these five days, she found that the atmosphere in the research center was also changing, and there seemed to be no new work in the entire base.

Apart from maintaining the necessary workflow, most people are doing nothing, gathering in the rest area all day long, repeating monotonous games.

In addition, in the huge space, the screen that originally showed the countdown was replaced by a screen transmitted back by satellites.

Although it is one card and one card, it is hard to call it a video.

It's more like an album that only switches once every once in a while.

But it still became a scenery that everyone had to see countless times after dinner.

...

September 4th.

early morning.

Chu Yu got up on time, took medicine, wrapped in two coats, walked out of the room, and found that the surroundings were empty.

Instead of going to the cafeteria, she went straight to the workshop. In the huge space, there was no roar of machinery, which was surprisingly quiet.

Thousands of people gathered here, standing or sitting, looking at the satellite images, and talking in a low voice.

"Come here." Fang Han stood up from the crowd, waved his hand, called Chu Yu over, and handed her the buns and soy milk:

"I haven't eaten yet, I'll bring it to you."

"Thank you." Chu Yu said, but he didn't have the time to eat it. He took a bite and put it down.

She looked at the display screen and couldn't see the earth on it. It was not that there was no one, but that it was behind the satellite.

The entire picture is deep, with a light red moon on the left, and a group of aircraft that has been processed by special technology and marked with lines and boxes.

Chu Yu could almost imagine that in the cold space, a new aircraft carrying thousands of warheads was carried by precision calculations.

Like a meteor shower.

Falling towards the most energy-rich place scheduled on the moon.

This scene has a cold beauty.

And true beauty will have to wait a while.

Time passes by little by little.

The screen sent back by the satellite is still switching on a "page".

People waited silently.

It was quiet, as if they had a deep understanding of each other... All of this was even unorganized.

Finally, it was noon, when the sun was at its peak.

The "meteors" successfully entered the range of the moon's gravitational force and were attracted to fall downwards.

At the same time, perhaps because of the danger, blood squirting out from the dense lunar pit and spreading along the planet's surface.

"Detonate!"

With the launch of program signals, the new weapon successfully resisted the interference of mysterious forces and detonated.

Globally, regardless of urban and rural areas, countless people opened the window, poked their heads out, walked out of the house, looked up and saw an extremely beautiful picture.

A scarlet moon hangs at the end of the universe.

On it, stars suddenly lit up, densely packed and dazzling. No matter how dark the night is, it can be observed even under the scorching sun.

That was the explosion of warheads.

Then, they began to darken, turn red, and then dissipated into an irregular, blue-purple yarn.

That is the true form of charged particle flow and high-density electromagnetic radiation.

Countless people looked up in surprise and excitement, and more people picked up their phones to take pictures.

The distance is still far, the power of the explosion has not yet spread, and the electronic equipment far away on the surface is still intact.

On the streets of the Magic City, Ning Cuo, Shirley and others looked up at the mysterious and distant arc in the azure sky without expression.

Only the black cat with a shrinking size in Shirley's arms was pinched and felt uncomfortable, but it seemed to feel something, trembling.

Africa.

On a wasteland, Jiu Yue, wearing a white robe and a lotus turtle, floated in the air, with her robe swaying and her eyebrows and eyes sharply.

The sword in her hand was still dripping blood, and in front of her, there was a demon with a different body and body.

"Successfully detonated?"

The Sword King Li Changting touched his skull in surprise, feeling a little surprised.

The king's hair was restored to black, Jiuan was cross-legged on the ground, and at this moment he looked up at the sky. The illusory Xuanwu suddenly let out a roar of shock.

...

Success?

In London, in the Knights' Base, Lodell, who was hiding here, stood in front of the window, looking at the mysterious scroll in the dark, with his eyebrows raised.

Next to her, many knights showed an expression of excitement and surprise, ready to cheer.

However, at this moment, suddenly, the knight guarding in front of the satellite channel muttered in confusion:

"Why are you okay, not destroyed?"

According to calculations, this batch of satellites should have been destroyed at this time.

But it is still running.

It seems that the explosion spread far less than expected.

"drop."

Just then, the satellite sent back the latest photo. In the blurry picture, a blurred light shield rose on the scarlet moon surface.

It's like a moon halo.

Wrap the energy that should have spread.

On the moon sea, red waves rise, making a slap.

In the cold universe, a huge sea of ​​blood rose, wrapping up all the explosive, disordered energy groups frozen by mysterious power in a gentle manner.

Swallow it slowly.

Silent.

Under the excitement and excitement of countless ordinary people, in the sky and on the blood moon, the storm of glory that shines silently disappeared, and replaced by the fat red moon without wind or waves.

"what happened?"

"Is the explosion over?"

"It's over."

"It should be over, but why is the moon still red?"

People who witnessed this scene on countless cities showed confusion. They didn't know what the normal situation was.

But I always feel that something is wrong.

Fried, but not completely fried?

Is it considered success?

Why, during notification, the signal is interrupted and the network is paralyzed?

"Not... it failed." Someone said.

Then, an indescribable emotion began to permeate.
To be continued...