The submarine volcano finally stopped ten hours after it erupted.

The magma flowing down from the Holy Land has completely stopped its forward expansion after swallowing up the ruins of nearly 400 kilometers of towns.

Fitzgerald stood in front of the melted ruins of the building, holding a phone bug in his hand. His mood at the moment could be described as mixed.

There was no other way. He had just seen with his own eyes that many slaves who were injured and unable to move freely were completely swallowed up in the magma, screamed and slowly melted, and then turned into nothing.

To be honest, even though he is a reporter, this is the first time he has seen such a cruel battlefield like today.

Involuntarily, the word "war" gradually made him feel disgusted in his heart.

"The reporters at the same newspaper as me are looking forward to more wars at sea every day, so that they can edit and report materials... Do these guys really deserve to be qualified reporters?"

He muttered to himself.

The next moment, Gordon on the other end of the phone said: "Okay, now it's my turn, right?"

He offered to follow and film the battle between Akainu and Whitebeard, and the other reporters showed no objection.

After all, although they also wanted to witness the duel between the world's strongest men, the fierce battle between the two guys was so intense that they had seen it clearly through a live broadcast nearly three years ago.

Because of this, adhering to the principle that the most experienced reporters must be present at the most dangerous battlefield scenes, and not wanting to lose their lives, the rest of the people naturally gave this "good job" to Gordon.

, he went alone to take close-up shots.

"Okay, Senior Gordon, please speak!"

All reporters found a safe location, took out pens and paper, and got ready.

"cough!"

However, Gordon coughed and said, "Sorry, I lost track of him."

Reporters:???

"What?"

"Senior Gordon, please don't make such a joke!"

"That's right, Senior Gordon, do you want to keep this news to yourself?"

"Senior Gordon is too cunning!"

Which of the reporters on the call is not a loyal fan of the "Thunder Swordsman Biography" magazine?

In their opinion, there are so many dangerous and difficult-to-capture shots in the magazine. Gordon can capture them accurately and clearly, so how could he miss them this time?

"But...I didn't lie to everyone, I really lost track of you!"

Although no one else could see it, Gordon still couldn't help but show a look of tears.

He had no intention of swallowing up this news, and the fact was just as he said, after finally arriving at Whitebeard's battlefield, he was knocked to the ground by a sudden earthquake.

Then there were another extremely fiery lava fist that shattered the environment around him. He finally escaped from the center of the battlefield, and was immediately shocked by the aftermath of another flying slash.

He flew hundreds of meters away, hit a big tree hard, and then passed out completely.

And when he woke up, four or five hours had passed since the battle. Akainu and Whitebeard were nowhere to be seen, which was naturally a normal thing.

"So, I called Zhong here just to ask if you have seen those two guys, Whitebeard and Akainu." Gordon said helplessly.

The rest of the people blinked their eyes when they heard this, and then replied on the phone:

"I didn't see..."

"I didn't see it here either."

"Did they hit the other side of the Red Earth Continent?" someone speculated at this time.

When Gordon heard this, he felt that this was very possible.

After all, if the world's top experts like Whitebeard and Akainu want to travel through the air, it is naturally a simple matter. Therefore, through the town in front of you, you can go to another part of the Red Earth Continent.

No matter how it seems, it is the most likely explanation at present.

"What should we do now?"

Not to mention that the back of the town is filled with lava. Even if there was no lava, Gordon would never be able to climb to the Red Continent when all the elevators are damaged.

And at this moment when he was walking around in place, feeling extremely annoyed that he could not record this war, suddenly, under the bright starry sky, a helicopter that he was all too familiar with suddenly appeared.

It appeared, and then quickly flew forward.

Gordon's eyes widened when he saw this. He didn't even care about what the reporters on the phone were talking about. He ran away and chased after him.

While chasing, he waved and shouted: "Vivian!"

"Wait for me, Vivian!"

"Take me up with you!"

"Hey~~~~!"

The other side.

"Everyone, sit still. If any injured are found later, I will let you down. You will be responsible for the operation and rescue at the scene."

Sitting in the driver's seat, Vivian was holding a smoking cigar, and then added: "I'm really ashamed to say that I can't expend too much energy on treating the wounded. After all, in this area,

On the battlefield, emergencies may occur at any time."

"It doesn't take much to say, we all understand."

Led by the old military doctor, all the revolutionary army doctors nodded to express their understanding.

However, Cotto, who was sitting next to him wearing a respirator and with slightly red skin on his face, said: "If you take out this iron sheet, aren't you afraid that the navy will recognize your identity?"

"We've already reached this point, what's there to be afraid of?"

Vivian couldn't help laughing.

"What's more, I've been 'disappearing' for so long. Seeing that I haven't appeared on the battlefield, those guys from the World Government may have already begun to doubt me."

As he spoke, with the help of his clairvoyance skills, he caught a glimpse of the dying wounded below, and immediately controlled the plane to stop on the spot, and immediately asked the military doctors on the plane to treat every wounded person on the battlefield.

Treatment was launched.

Yes, that's right.

Every wounded person.

This naturally includes the navy.

A group of revolutionary army doctors and nurses used stretchers to transport the bloody wounded to the helicopter.

Without any hesitation.

No complaints whatsoever.

Similarly, the navy soldiers who were carried on the stretchers also looked at the ragged revolutionary army doctors with their eyes wide open, and their hearts became extremely complicated for a while.

"You...you...cough..."

"Don't get me wrong."

The old military doctor replied without looking back: "In the eyes of doctors, there are no enemies, only the wounded. You have killed so many of our members. When the war is over, our revolutionary army will seek justice from you."
Chapter completed!