Armstrong nodded and continued:

"But I probably won't be able to hold on for too long. My mental strength is far inferior to my physical strength."

At this time, the loudspeakers mounted on armored vehicles and helicopters sounded Maxwell's urging again.

"One last warning. If you don't surrender in five minutes, we will."

【Boom! Boom! Boom!】

But before he could finish his words, three balls of fire exploded in the sky above his head.

Immediately, three armed helicopters were seen crashing to the ground one after another.

This made Maxwell, Anderson and others raise their heads.

Immediately, I saw a large strategic transport aircraft with a length of more than fifty meters appearing out of thin air in the moonlight.

This is the 'Galaxy' where the Astral Legion uses phantom technology.

After all, it is large enough.

The internal space can fully accommodate the core equipment of the Phantom Tower.

The key is that the height at which it fell was too outrageous in everyone's eyes.

It seemed to be only a few hundred meters above the ground, and it was still falling steadily.

And in the process, the two aircraft cannons below were used.

Killing one armed helicopter after another with incredible accuracy.

Bring a few infantry fighting vehicles along with you!

And the armed helicopters on their side fired rockets.

It was actually blocked by the light green energy shield that appeared around the transport plane!

How can this be fun?

Maxwell was stunned and began to wonder if he was in a dream.

After a while.

This 'Galaxy' strategic transport aircraft maintained a slow hover at an ultra-low altitude of 100 meters while suppressing firepower on the surrounding enemy forces.

At the same time, a blue metal box was airdropped downwards, and it landed right next to where the four Armstrongs were.

When they opened the lid, they found a long tube for holding scrolls.

The words 'Flying Thunder God Array' are written on the surface.

Aburame Naoki's eyes lit up, and he immediately picked it up and poured out the scroll.

at the same time.

Armstrong, Keith and Dietrich tacitly blocked the incoming bullets for him.

The bronze knights and bronze warriors on the periphery rushed into the surrounding military formations and started killing.

After a few seconds, the scroll rolled out.

As Naoki Aburame injected chakra, the Flying Thunder God Formation immediately lit up.

[Swish, swish, swish————]

In the blink of an eye, the six figures disappeared one after another.

When he reappeared, he was already in a spacious transport aircraft cabin.

This gave them a huge sigh of relief.

"Report to the headquarters that 'Yinhe 101' has received a request from the 'Greedy Wolf Star Team' to return."

"The command received, 'Galaxy 101', return immediately!"

Bishop Maxwell below gritted his teeth as he watched the transport plane calmly climb up.

Father Anderson's eyes were also solemn.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Didn't you say that the satellite can't be used? Why can they use large transport aircraft!"

"And what is our air force doing? Why can such a big plane appear directly in the city of Rome!"

Bishop Maxwell kept roaring angrily.

But his attitude obviously regards Italy and Rome as subordinates of the Vatican.

Of course, in this world, it is indeed an established fact

"We're in big trouble."

Father Anderson murmured in a low voice, then turned and walked towards the Vatican City.

The appearance of the 'Galaxy' transport plane made him realize that there was a huge force organization behind those four people.

They should be the group that occupied Northern Ireland before.

But now communications between various countries have been cut off.

Each country is almost separated into isolated islands, and it is very difficult to communicate with each other.

What should they do?

South America.

Brazil.

Rio de Janeiro.

This was the capital thirty-four years ago, that is, before 1960.

In order to secretly control the top management, Montana Max made this place the home of the 'Last Brigade'.

After taking complete control of the country, they changed the capital.

He would take some time every day to gaze at the statue of Jesus with open arms, overlooking the city.

In his heart, he laughed at the city that the other party protected, and that there were blood-sucking monsters everywhere.

So what is so sacred about you?

Aren’t you the ones who created these monsters?

In the underground war room.

Major Montana, wearing a white suit, looked at the huge map of Ireland in front of him.

Without looking back, he asked Dr. Mengele behind him.

"Has Schrödinger not come back yet?"

Dr. Mengele smiled and said: "No, I guess I went somewhere to play again."

"No, something happened to him!"

Major Montana suddenly turned his head and startled Dr. Mengele.

"Although Schrödinger is naughty, he absolutely obeys my orders. Even if he wants to go out to play, he will say hello to me first!"

"How could anything happen to his abilities?"

Dr. Mengele said thoughtfully:

"Theoretically, unless he wants to die, no one can keep him or kill him."

Major Montana answered the question differently: "Has Thorin not been in contact for a long time?"

"Yes, but now all communications between countries have been cut off, so it's normal that we can't contact them."

Dr. Mengele said puzzledly.

“It’s not normal for both to happen at the same time!”

The glasses on Major Montana's face lit up with reflections.

"Give me the order to evacuate this place immediately. Except for important equipment, don't bother with anything else!"

"ah?"

Dr. Mengele was stunned.

Captain Bell Bluff on the side left silently and went to pack his belongings.

Three hours later.

A team of eight ninjas sneaked into this huge underground city from different directions.

After all, it is the home base that Millennium has been operating for decades.

It's just that they searched secretly for a long time and couldn't find the people in Thorin's memory.

But there are indeed many vampire soldiers with scarlet eyes here.
To be continued...