Blood splattered everywhere and slowly disappeared.
Right in front of Huai Shi, the shattered shell did not fall, it only looked at the young man before it with pity, and the grin on its broken head was incomplete.
"It's too late, Huai Shi."
At that moment, Death Perception came from above, a strange brilliance shone amidst the pervasive dark clouds, it was a giant star, a burning iron giant star fell, tearing through the clouds, heading towards the earth.
Falling, falling and falling.
That is... a missile!
Huai Shi raised his head, his eyes illuminated by the sparks of destruction.
Three minutes ago, Edo, Yokota Air Base. The black-haired, black-eyed Roman elder supported himself with his palms, smiling as he watched the commander press the launch button.
Thus, the earth roared, flames burst forth.
From the launch silos, an iron star rose steadily into the sky...
Now, it falls from the heavens.
In the sound of the whistling.
