Chapter 1560 You Can Cheat, Right?

The observer team finally got on the helicopter alive.

But even though they leaned on the chair of the helicopter and rose to a high altitude.

Every observer in the observation team did not feel the slightest sense of security.

The ecological environment of the Martians, the adult black ant demons that kept breaking out of their cocoons, and the slight pressure inadvertently revealed by the four generals of Mars, all made them have constant horror hallucinations.

After returning, nightmares are probably inevitable.

The observers are under great mental pressure.

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

The research on the Martian King Mosi Atra and the Martian tribe has been raised to the highest level.

The United States, the commander's mansion.

The sky has just dawned.

The commander-in-chief played online late last night, so he was still in a daze and had a nightmare, but he had to be woken up with a bad face.

The commander-in-chief of the United States grumbled a few times in anger and was about to lose his temper again.

After being shocked to hear that it was the representative of the Dark Council, the President of the United States paused and immediately started to pack up.

The President of the United States entered the office and immediately saw the big man of the Dark Council, the Dark Prince Edward who had owed them a favor, actually came to visit in person.

The President of the United States couldn't help but smile and greeted the other party.

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

So a few minutes later.

A group of military leaders were also awakened by the dedicated phone, and then they took a special car to the President's Mansion without delay.

These military leaders were surprised and keenly felt that the matter must be complicated.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be enough to use the remote meeting program directly?

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

The King of Mars, Mosi Atuo, suddenly appeared, making the Dark Council feel threatened.

The Martians crossed billions of kilometers and easily migrated hundreds of thousands of them to the Sahara Desert in the Black Earth Continent, which further deepened the Dark Council's vigilance against these Martians.

Prince Edward said directly: The Martian aliens, no one knows how deeply the Lord of All Things has influenced them.

You should not have the intention to harm aliens, but you must also be on guard against them!

Therefore, the members of the Dark Council unanimously agreed that they hope to cooperate with the US military, and the US 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 around the Martian nests in the Sahara Desert to prevent unexpected needs.

Surround the Martian nests with nuclear bombs.

As soon as such a proposal came out.

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

There are barriers and competitions between extraordinary forces, so it is very normal to be on guard against each other.

If one day all the supernatural forces on the Blue Water Planet listen to one person's words.

They will have trouble sleeping, right?

The bigwigs present have all been exposed to the first-hand information of the observation team.

Taking this opportunity, they just asked 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 on Mars. The King of Mars, Mosi Atra, is also the king of the Black Ant Clan."

"You guessed it right. They are oviparous."

"The Black Ant Clan is hermaphroditic. They become pregnant and lay eggs through some mysterious rituals. Each adult can lay dozens of eggs at a time."

When Prince Edward said this, several military bigwigs changed color.

The President of the United States even trembled, and the mobile phone in his hand fell into his trouser pocket.

"Hiss... Martians' fertility is so terrifying?"

"Moreover, we observed that all the cocoons that appeared were adult-sized Martians. Could it be that they were adults as soon as they broke out of the cocoons?"

"Oh, that's not the case."

Prince Edward said softly: "Their fertility is not bad, but it is not as good as that of humans."

"The mysterious rituals of the Black Ants consume a lot of energy. It is good enough to be held once every hundred years."

"The cocoons you saw are all elite warriors of the Black Ants. They have the habit of cocooning and hibernating to reduce consumption."

"According to the intelligence of my Dark Council."

"The total number of alien races on Mars does not exceed 100 million at most."

"The number of Black Ants is about 50 million."

After hearing that the fertility of Martians is not as good as that of humans, everyone heard the next news that shocked them before they could breathe a sigh of relief.

The number of Martians is actually 100 million?

God, if they all come, can the Sahara Desert really meet their needs?

The Martians have desires and ambitions!

Even if they can be satisfied now, when the next fertility peak comes, the excess population will naturally need more land and resources, right?

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

Nuclear bombs must be given, and more!

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When Prince Edward, following Xiao Yu's instructions, fooled the top leaders of the United States, making them shocked and frightened.

Mosca, a powerful force that also possesses a large number of nuclear weapons.

Andrew, who never lies, also represented the various extraordinary forces of the Northern Continent and came to visit the Great Mosca.

The Great Mosca listened to Andrew's request silently.

After thinking for a while, he called the person in charge of the relevant department.

Emperor Mosca strictly asked the person in charge to cooperate with Andrew and meet all of Andrew's requirements.

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

"Respected Emperor Mosca, thank you for your understanding and support."

"I just got a message before I came."

"The extraordinary storm set off by the King of Mars, Mosi Adol, in the Sahara Desert has angered the extraordinary people in the Black Earth Continent. They have united and want to teach the King of Mars a lesson."

"We are not optimistic about the Black Earth Continent, because the power of the King of Mars, Mosi Adol, is unfathomable..."

Andrew said this, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly and added: "However, we are very happy to have someone act as a pioneer for us to see the ability of the King of Mars, Mosi Adol."

When Emperor Mosca heard this and looked at Andrew's eyes, he understood it instantly.

Obviously, the extraordinary forces in the northern continent will secretly support the local extraordinary forces in the Black Soil Continent.

He still knows these routines very well.

So, he ordered the new observation team to set off immediately and go to the Black Soil Continent, hoping to collect more intelligence.

The satellite also slowly moved in the relevant orbit.

At the same time, the intelligence department on Mosca's side found that the United States also tacitly dispatched an investigation team.

Once Mosca and the United States moved, which of the other major forces would miss this big show? Regardless of whether they got intelligence or not, they all sent teams.

At the largest port in the outer area of ​​the Sahara Desert.

In a short period of time, it was crowded with warships and transport ships of major forces, which made the person in charge of the port feel under great pressure.

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 this fire pit.

Professional teams will come immediately to fill their positions.

To the south of the Sahara Desert is the belly of the Black Soil Continent.

There are many primitive tribes here 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 is in such a chaotic place.

The funeral of a high priest of a primitive tribe is being held according to primitive customs.

This high priest is highly respected and is a person respected by dozens of tribes around him. His death funeral naturally gathered tens of thousands of people around to participate. This is considered very grand in the belly of the Black Soil Continent.

However, in such a grand atmosphere, more than a dozen volunteer doctors in white coats are desperately trying to prevent this funeral from taking place.

These doctors and nurses are very anxious. They speak loudly to the chiefs and the elders who have the right to speak, and ask.

But it is useless.

The high priest died of a high-risk hemorrhagic fever in the Black Soil Continent.

The dead body is simply the best source of infection.

According to custom, the high priest must be kept for three days after his death. He can only be buried after the tribesmen who participated in the funeral kiss his body around him.

When the volunteer team heard the news, there were only countless "F*ck" in their minds.

They died of hemorrhagic fever, and they had to park for three days in such a hot day, and there were thousands of people in physical contact.

They couldn't help but understand why there was a large-scale vicious plague in the Black Soil Continent under such a bad traffic environment.

But everyone was dismissive of their theory.

In the eyes of these tribesmen, the high priest was the person closest to the gods of the Black Soil Continent.

His body was sacred and inviolable, and their rituals would only bless them and give them strength. How could they get sick instead?

It must be these volunteers who were misleading people!

If these volunteers were not backed by hateful villains, they would have killed these guys... that thing.

"Ahahahahaha... Ah ha la la..."

Around the shed where the high priest's body was placed, hundreds of tribesmen kept jumping with spears in their hands, shouting ancient primitive songs.

After a while.

It was noon.

Several chiefs stood up and howled a few times.

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

These old men were the only remaining tribal warriors.

In this tribe, only tribal warriors could wrap themselves in red cloth, and to become a tribal warrior, in addition to having extraordinary courage, they must have personally killed a male lion from the Black Soil Continent to have this honor.

Unfortunately, with the invasion of this land by modern civilization, although it did not forcibly change their customs, it also provided steel weapons, which greatly reduced the opportunity cost of warriors hunting male lions, so that in a certain period of time, there was no trace of male lions on the vast grassland.

The officials were shocked and quickly ordered that male lions should not be hunted anymore.

These tribes could certainly not buy it, but they soon succumbed to the official truth, causing a generational gap in tribal warriors.

Wait until these old men all die of old age.

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

These old men sang strange ballads and lined up in front of the straw hut.

They knelt on the ground and kissed the body of the high priest.

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

Some people have decided to apply to be transferred out of this area immediately.

The terrible hemorrhagic fever plague really broke out, but it was quite terrifying. Not a few medical staff died every year because of it.

Just when the volunteers were discouraged and felt that they had done their best by waiting for others, they could only obey fate.

Suddenly there was a loud scream in the hayloft.

Then with this cry, everyone around them rushed over excitedly, and for a while, no one was watching the volunteers anymore.

A female nurse looked at the doctor captain who spoke native dialect in confusion:

"Captain, what's wrong with them? Is this also... part of the ceremony?"

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

The doctor was an old bald white man. He opened his eyes wide, listened hard, and translated with difficulty:

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

"High Priest..."

"Resurrected!"

"ha?"

The other volunteers looked confused. The high priest... was resurrected?

Damn it!

You gotta lie!

That was malignant hemorrhagic fever. Before his death, the high priest's internal organs should have been riddled with holes, right?

After a while, it’s not surprising that some organs melt!

Can such a person be resurrected?

If you say that the corpse has changed, they may be more likely to believe it.

And in fact.

The high priest in the hayloft did come to life, and slowly rose to his feet.

The high priest was brought back to life by Xiao Yu's necromancy, and two ghost dragons were injected into him.

Although it was a mess on the inside, with the help of witchcraft, it looked extremely healthy on the outside, and even many wounds were restored as before.

"Alala la, Kula!"

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

He chanted a native mantra, and bursts of soft white light emitted from his body.

Immediately, tens of thousands of tribesmen present fell to their knees.

The volunteers raised their heads and looked at the high priest who suddenly became extraordinary. They were all at a loss.

Especially the bald old doctor had tears in his eyes.

He has been coming to the Black Earth Continent for decades, and has been friends with this high priest for almost twenty years.

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

Fortunately, he really believed it and reported to his superiors that no trace of the extraordinary was found.

Damn it, what will the higher ups think of him after today? Would you suspect that he had actually betrayed the organization long ago?

On the distant hilltop, the officers and soldiers on several local official armored vehicles also watched in surprise as the high priest flew into the sky and glowed. They got off the car and knelt on the ground, begging for mercy, for fear that the extraordinary high priest would blame them for their usual actions. .