Chapter 763

Rambo capital, underground air raid shelter.

"Hello, Hello, here is the 98th division of the 18th group army. Our army is defeated, and LANBO has been occupied. We need support, we need support..."

"The message has been received. Please wait patiently. Persistence is victory."

“u！”

The phone was smashed down.

……

The whole capital of LAMPO is surrounded by smoke and broken walls.

The fragile defense line established by the European Union in Eastern Europe is as fragile as a thin piece of paper, which can be broken in a poke under the impact of several barbarians.

With its powerful mobility, the unresponsive garrison couldn't react at all. The army was defeated. In just a few hours, several States fell one after another, like a nightmare that couldn't wake up.

This city, which has just been devastated, is extremely quiet, and the streets are empty.

Just a few hours ago, there were heavy traffic and people coming and going here.

Kafernikov faced the ground, took several photos of the body of a baby who had been trampled to death by the crowd, and walked forward carefully.

His body was full of dust, and his face was stained with dried blood, full of embarrassment.

He is a war correspondent. As a high-risk profession, he always feels that God cares for him.

He has been to Yanzhou battlefield and went deep into the enemy occupied areas. He has photographed the fierce and cruel war scenes between barbarians and humans, and also photographed mushroom clouds blooming on the battlefield.

But he can come back alive every time, and he believes it is the same this time.

Before he saw the barbarian God, the army he followed was demoralized and scattered, leaving him alone.

However, he didn't care.

There's nothing to care about!

A war reporter with depth and independent personality will be welcomed by no soldiers. It is possible to shoot black guns.

Kafernikov laughed at himself.

This is no joke. He was shot black.

Many war reporters died not from the enemy in front, but from stray bullets behind.

The ugliness of human nature on the battlefield has been dramatically amplified. For soldiers, killing is just a simple trigger.

The reason is that you took something you shouldn't have taken.

No one can investigate, and you can't investigate, because you can't tell which muzzle fired the bullet at all, not to mention it's normal to die in the battlefield.

Several plastic bags are flying in the wind on the road, and this prosperous city now gives people a sense of dilapidation and desolation.

He picked up a bunch of sausages from the ground, carefully patted off the dust, and then put them into the backpack behind him.

The war seemed to be over, but he knew it had just begun.

What will happen here next? He can already predict.

Like other enemy occupied areas, this place will be sealed off outside, continue the war, nuclear explosion, food shortage, internal chaos, conflict, death, and then... Rebuild order, an order established by the barbarian God.

Even he doesn't know whether he can live to that time.

"Damn God?"

He held up his camera and aimed at the European Union flag broken by the wind on the broken building in the distance.

At this time, his face was stunned.

Then his heart beat violently and his breathing became heavy.

"Damn... Damn!"

Kafernikov muttered to himself, shaking his arms and hurriedly adjusting the focus of the camera.

I saw a distant horizon, a firelight cut through the sky like a meteor, and was approaching here rapidly. The air waves brought by the terrible speed, even the clouds above, were rolling.

"God, protect your people!"

As he patted, he kept retreating and soon shrank to the corner of the building.

However, before he breathed a sigh of relief, a suppressed breath spread like the sky.

It made him tremble all over.

At the same time, a grand voice came from a distance:

"Evil things... Haha, look what I found. There are evil things in this world? Let the great God of casting grant you destruction."

With the aurora flying.

A giant with two heads and four arms full of brilliance flew from a distance.

Kafernikov, who was hiding in the corner, was shocked and frightened. As a war reporter, he was no stranger to the common language of the different world, but this made his head a little unable to react.

What's going on?

Isn't that... Pretty God?

"Too much nonsense, go to hell."

As soon as the words fell, the situation suddenly changed. Just now, he was still a high toed, arrogant and imposing casting God, as if he felt a great crisis. He screamed like a frightened, as if he wanted to escape.

But the next moment, his body was covered by a dazzling light.

"Ah..." kafernikov instinctively closed his eyes, but even so, he was still stimulated by tears, and even his skin felt a burning sensation.

His heart is like an ice cellar.

I'm blind!?

But he didn't dare to wail, trying to suppress the fear in his heart and shrinking in the corner.

Time passed minute by minute, and I don't know how long it passed.

At this time, a gust of wind blew across his face, dispelling the high temperature and the burning pain of his body.

A voice suddenly came into his ear.

"Are you a reporter?"

Kafernikov was startled and subconsciously opened his eyes.

The expected blindness did not appear, and even the stinging pain caused by the strong light disappeared. He saw a handsome young man who was not like mortals, slightly suspended in the air half a meter above the ground, like the arrival of gods.

"You... You... You..." kafernikov's eyes widened the more he looked, and he couldn't believe it on his face: "you are... Lord godchen."

Chen Shouyi nodded faintly and said in English, "it's me. Is your injury okay?"

"No... it's okay, I'm okay!" Kafernikov nodded excitedly.

"I fixed your camera for you, too. It's dangerous here. You'd better hide in the bomb shelter." After Chen Shouyi finished, he was ready to leave. There were several pretty gods waiting for him to deal with.

"G... Lord godchen, i... I know this request is a little presumptuous and a waste of your precious time. Can you allow me to take a picture?" Kafernikov stammered.

During the war, ordinary people took pictures, and godchen had the right to portrait.

Alas, there is no way!

Chen Shouyi had no choice but to stop: "then hurry up."

"Good good!" Kafernikov said repeatedly as he picked up the camera and hurriedly pressed the shutter.

Seeing that the other party was almost shooting, Chen Shouyi turned and flew to the sky.

"Boom!"

After flying hundreds of meters, his speed suddenly accelerated, and a shock wave broke out in mid air.

In the process, kafernikov held up the camera and kept pressing the shutter, shaking with excitement until he could no longer see it, and then he stopped.

There are not many photos of godchen images, most of which are influenced by interviews and speeches, but there are no such intense "quasi combat" scenes.

He had a premonition that he would become famous in the press.

"These photos must be sent out as soon as possible."