My little country

The observer team got on the helicopter alive after all.

It's just that even leaning on the chair of the helicopter and ascending into the sky.

Every observer in the observation team never felt any sense of security.

The ecological environment of the Martians, the adults of the black ant demon that constantly broke through the cocoons, and the slightest coercion inadvertently exposed by the four great Martians all made them have constant horror and hallucinations.

After returning, it is estimated that nightmares are unavoidable.

The observers are under great stress.

The pressure on the experts and senior officials is not small.

Regarding the study of the king of Mars Moxi Adra and the Martian clan, he was even raised to the highest level.

Citi State, rules the mansion.

The sky just got dark.

The commander played online late last night, so he was still in a nightmare, but had to be woken up with a look of bad luck.

The Citigroup leader murmured in irritation, and was about to lose his temper a few more times.

After hearing that it was a representative of the Dark Council, the Citigroup leader had a stunned expression and immediately began to quickly organize his luggage.

The Citigroup leader entered the office and immediately saw the big figures of the Dark Council. The dark prince Edward, who once owed them favor, actually visited him personally.

The chief of Citigroup couldn't help but smile and greet each other quickly.

The conversation between the two parties was very direct after the greeting.

So a few minutes later.

A group of military leaders were also awakened by a special line, and then they dared not neglect to take a special car to the Commander’s Mansion.

These military leaders are all surprised and keenly aware that things are definitely not easy.

Otherwise, just use the remote meeting program directly?

The military leaders who came to the Grand Commander's Mansion quickly understood what Edward the Dark Prince wanted.

The King of Mars Moshe Adra was born, making the Dark Council feel threatened.

The Martian family spanned billions of kilometers and easily moved hundreds of thousands of tribesmen to the Sahara Desert on the Black Earth Continent, which deepened the dark council's vigilance against these Martians.

Prince Edward said directly: Mars is an alien race, and no one knows how deeply the Lord of All Things has influenced them.

There is no need to harm foreign races, but also to prevent foreign races!

Therefore, the members of the Dark Council unanimously agreed that they hope to cooperate with the Citi State military. The Citi State military will provide a batch of tactical nuclear bombs similar to suitcase nuclear bombs, and then the Dark Council will use secret techniques to bury them in the Sahara Desert. Around the Martian lair, just in case of unexpected needs.

Surround the Martian lair with nuclear bombs.

Such a proposal came out.

While the faces of the military leaders changed slightly, they all felt that this was unexpected but reasonable.

There are barriers and competition between transcendent forces, and this kind of mutual guardianship is very normal.

If any day all the transcendent forces of the Aqua Blue Star will listen to the words of one person.

They will not sleep well, right?

All the big guys here have access to the first-hand information of the observation team.

Taking this opportunity, they happened to ask the most concerned questions.

Prince Edward smiled evilly and said calmly:

"The black ant clan is the strongest and most populous clan among the alien races of Mars. The king of Mars, Moshe Adra, is also the king of the black ant clan."

"You guessed right, they are egg-born."

"The hermaphrodite of the black ant tribe is pregnant and lays eggs through a mysterious ritual. Each adult can give birth to dozens of eggs at a time."

Prince Edward said this, and several military leaders changed their colors.

The leader of Citigroup shook his hand even more, and the mobile phone he held in his hand fell into his trouser pocket.

"Hi... the Martian fertility is so terrifying?"

"Furthermore, we have observed that all the Martians who appeared in the cocoons were adult-sized Martians. Could they be adults as soon as they emerged?"

"Oh, it's not."

Prince Edward whispered: "They are not poorly reproductive, but they are not as good as humans."

"The mysterious rituals of the black ants are very expensive. It would be nice to hold them once every 100 years."

"The cocoons you see are all elite fighters of the Black Ant race. They have the habit of forming cocoons and hibernating to reduce consumption."

"From the intelligence of my dark council."

"The total number of Martian aliens does not exceed 100 million at most."

"The number of black ants is around 50 million."

Hearing that the Martians were not as productive as the human races, everyone was too late to breathe, they heard the next news that shocked them.

There are 100 million Martians?

God, if they all come, can the Sahara Desert really meet the needs of the other party?

But the Martian people have desires and ambitions!

Even if they can be satisfied now, when the next baby boom comes, the surplus population will naturally need more land and resources, right?

At that time, they really have to cede the Black Earth to the Martians?

You have to give the nuclear bomb, you have to...more!

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When Prince Edward followed Xiao Yu's instructions, he flicked the senior officials of Citigroup, making them both startled and afraid.

Mosca, this big power also possesses a large number of nuclear weapons.

Never Lie Andrew also represented the extraordinary powers of the Northern Continent and came to visit the Great Mosca.

Emperor Mosca silently listened to Andrew's request.

Without thinking about it, I called the person in charge of the relevant department.

Emperor Mosca severely asked the person in charge to cooperate with Andrew and must meet all requirements of Andrew.

The young Andrew whom Xiao Yu had transformed was very satisfied. After smiling, he looked at Emperor Mosca and gave him a message for free:

"Dear Mosca the Great, thank you for your understanding and support."

"I just got a message before I came."

"The extraordinary storm that Moshe Adra, the king of Mars, set off in the Sahara Desert has angered the extraordinary people in the Black Earth. They have united and wanted to teach the king of Mars a lesson."

"We are not optimistic about the Black Earth Continent, because the power of Moshe Adra, the king of Mars, is unfathomable..."

Andrew said this, the corners of his mouth curled slightly and added: "However, we are very happy that someone will serve as a pioneer for us, and see the abilities of the King of Mars, Moshe Adra."

Emperor Mosca heard the words and looked at Andrew's eyes, and instantly understood.

Obviously, the extraordinary forces of the Northern Continent will secretly give support to those natives of the Black Earth Continent.

He still understands these routines very well.

Therefore, he ordered the new observation team to set off immediately to the Black Earth Continent, hoping to collect more information.

The satellite also moved slowly in the relevant orbit.

At the same time, Mosca's intelligence agency discovered that Citigroup also tacitly dispatched an investigation team.

When Mosca and Citigroup moved, which of the other big powers would miss this big show, they sent teams one after another regardless of whether they got information or not.

On the largest port in the outskirts of the Sahara Desert.

In just a few days, it was crowded with warships and transport ships of all major forces, which caused great pressure on the person in charge of the port.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the person in charge to learn that their boss's boss had been acquired, and he was also arranged to stay away from the fire pit.

Professional teams will come to fill their positions immediately.

To the south of the Sahara Desert is the belly area of ​​the Black Earth Continent.

There are many primitive tribes that still retain primitive customs.

Several so-called countries have been in a state of civil war. Famine, war, and plague are happening here all the time.

It's in such a chaotic place.

The funeral of a primitive tribe's sacrifice is being held in accordance with primitive customs.

This high priest is highly respected and is a person respected by dozens of surrounding tribes. His death funeral was naturally gathered around tens of thousands of people to participate. This is very grand in the hinterland of the Black Earth Continent.

However, in such a grand atmosphere, more than a dozen volunteer doctors in white coats were desperately preventing the funeral.

These doctors and nurses were very anxious. They talked loudly to the chiefs and the old people who had the right to speak, begging.

It is useless.

The high priest died of a high-risk type of hemorrhagic fever on the black soil continent.

The dead body is simply the best source of infection.

However, according to custom, the high priest had to park for three days after he died, and the burial could only be done after the people around the funeral kissed his body.

When the volunteer team heard the news, there were only countless sentences left in their minds.

After catching haemorrhagic fever and dying, it will be parked for three days on such a hot day and thousands of people will have physical contact.

They couldn't help but understand why under such a bad traffic environment, a large area of ​​vicious plague would also appear on the Black Soil Continent.

But everyone dismissed their theories.

In the eyes of these tribesmen, the high priest is the closest person to the gods of the Black Earth.

His body is sacred and inviolable, and their rituals will only bless them and give them strength. How can they get sick instead?

It must be these volunteers who deceive the crowd!

Had it not been for these gang of volunteers to have nasty villains backing them up, they would have given these guys to...then what.

"Aha, ha ha...a ha ha ha ha... a ha la la la..."

Around the shed where the high priest’s body was placed, hundreds of tribesmen kept jumping with their spears, shouting ancient primitive ballads.

After a while.

It's time until noon.

Several chiefs stood up and yelled a few times.

A group of old people wrapped in red cloth stood up.

These old people are the only remaining tribal warriors.

In this tribe, only tribal warriors can wrap the red cloth. In order to become a tribal warrior, in addition to having extraordinary courage, you must personally kill the lion on the black soil continent to have this honor.

Unfortunately, as modern civilization invaded this land, although they did not forcibly change their customs, they also provided steel weapons, allowing the warriors to lower the opportunity cost of hunting lions, so that a certain period of time, There was no sign of the lion on the grassland.

The officials slumped for a while, and quickly ordered that lions should not be hunted.

Of course, these tribes could not buy it, but they soon succumbed to the official truth, causing the tribe warriors to come to an end.

Wait until all these old people die.

Maybe in a short time, the red cloth will no longer be seen in this area.

These old people sang weird ballads and lined up in front of the straw shed.

Kneeling on the ground, they kissed the corpse of the high priest on the ground.

When the volunteer team saw this scene, their eyelids twitched one by one.

Someone has decided to apply for transfer from this area immediately.

The terrible hemorrhagic fever plague really broke out, but it was quite terrifying, and there were not a few medical staff who died every year.

Just when the volunteers were discouraged and felt that they were doing their best by waiting for others and could only obey the destiny.

Suddenly there was a loud cry from the straw shed.

Then following this cry, all the people around rushed over with excitement, but for a while, no one was watching the volunteers anymore.

A female nurse was stunned to look at the doctor captain who could speak native language:

"Captain, what happened to them, is this also... part of the ceremony?"

"This is not part of the ceremony, something unexpected happened."

The doctor is a bald white old man. He opened his eyes wide and listened hard, translating with difficulty:

"They are saying that the high priest got the will of God."

"The High Priest..."

"Resurrected!"

"what?"

The other volunteers were bewildered, the high priest...resurrected?

Damn it!

Lie!

That was malignant hemorrhagic fever. Before he died, the internal organs of the high priest should have been riddled with holes, right?

After a while, it is not uncommon for certain organs to melt!

Can such a person be resurrected?

You say that the corpse has changed, and they may believe one or two more.

In fact.

The high priest in the straw shed did come alive, and slowly got up and stood up.

The high priest was brought back to life by Xiao Yu's undead witchcraft, and was injected with two ghost dragons.

Although there was a mess inside, but with the help of witchcraft, the outside looked extremely healthy, and many wounds were restored.

"A la la la, Kura!"

The high priest opened his hands and flew up to a height of 100 meters.

He shouted a local curse, soft white light radiating from all over his body.

Suddenly, the tens of thousands of tribesmen present knelt to the ground.

The volunteers looked up and looked at the high priest who suddenly became extraordinary, all at a loss.

Especially the bald old doctor, with tears in his eyes.

He has been to the Black Earth Continent for decades, and it has been almost 20 years since he had been with this high priest.

He didn't expect that his old friend would lie to him for so many years!

Fortunately, he really believed it, and reported to the superior that he hadn't found any extraordinary traces.

Damn, what will the top think of him after today?Do you doubt that he actually betrayed the organization long ago?

On the top of the mountain, the officers and soldiers on several local official armored vehicles were also surprised to watch the high priest fly to the sky, and they all got out of the car and knelt on the ground, begging for mercy, for fear that the extraordinary high priest would blame their usual deeds. .