Foreword:

[Sympathy for the weak is the greatest disrespect for nature!]

[——Adolf Hitler]

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[Part 1·Music Password]

Xueming kicked away the corpse of the firewood and dug around the commander's headless body. While cleaning the battlefield, he tore off the shoulder patch of the frogman's anti-pressure uniform, only to find that there was something else underneath the patch.

"Teacher A Ling, this is..." There was a multi-shaped flag in his hand.

"It's the Axis Demon from half a century ago." Su Ling's tone was cold. Her face was expressionless, but she could see the aggressive fire in her eyes.

Grandpa Engineer rushed to Xueming's side in three steps at a time, with disbelief in his eyes and kept shouting in Russian.

"How is it possible? How is it possible? Although Stairway to Heaven belongs to the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult, they have been helping us!"

Su Ling immediately switched to Russian and shouted: "You are not young, you should have seen with your own eyes the Soviet-German non-aggression pact in the newspapers of your time - these bastards dare to sit under the Monument to the People's Heroes and eat human flesh, there is no doubt that

They are enemies, enemies who deserve death."

On the statue floor in the center of the square, there is still a frosted can of human flesh.

When the old engineer saw these things clearly, his eyes became horrified. He didn't dare to touch the VIP guests, so he put on his work vest again to keep out the cold. He had no choice but to grab Xueming's arm and head towards the power workshop.

"Follow me! Quick! Quick, quick, quick!"

Xueming followed the engineer grandfather forward quickly and heard the old man speaking panicked Chinese with a loud accent.

"Little brother! We made a mistake, we made a mistake, go faster! Go faster..."

The grandfather's panic made Xueming feel uneasy.

"What did you do wrong?"

Teacher A Ling trotted next to the two of them and explained to Xueming: "This place is sparsely populated. To deal with the giants, there are only about twenty young and middle-aged people who can be useful. They must have given these industrial facilities and weapons workshops."

The ogre is a strong and powerful man."

The old engineer's eyes widened and he yelled at Su Ling: "I don't know their true identities! In this Jedi land, if such a group of people suddenly come to help us deal with the giants, anyone will let down their guard!"

"I don't mean to blame you." Su Ling suddenly grabbed the old grandfather's trousers, lifted it up like luggage, and started to speed up with the heavy iron armor on her body, "I'm just curious, why are you like that?"

Panic, are there any very important facilities in this city? Very powerful weapons? They must not fall into the hands of these ogres?"

The old engineer strained his body and pointed to the northwest side of the road, asking Su Ling to run in that direction.

"Yes, yes, yes! Yes! It's [materialism]!"

Xueming panted heavily and tried to run with all his strength, using the armor that weighed more than 30 kilograms. When he heard the name "materialism", he also remembered that Brother Xingchen once said this.

This thing is an all-terrain weapons platform built by the Soviet Arms Design Bureau.

The engineer grandfather spoke very fast and wanted to explain everything clearly to the two passengers.

"More than forty years have passed since the alliance disintegrated. I am the last living engineer in the power workshop group. The other high-energy physics and chemical industry research groups have either returned to the station or returned to Russia to find another way out.

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The grandfather's expression was regretful and sad.

"VIP Su Ling! And you! Jiang Xueming! I beg you, let me survive. If I die, Yin Bu will also die on the beach - I'm afraid no one knows how to activate [materialism]!"

It was he who personally handed rh's inheritance into the hands of King Xin's followers.

"I didn't expect these guys to be our mortal enemies - I only knew that they were followers of Crazy Butterfly. They might be able to use these people to steal Rune's motivations to destroy the giants and open up territories for mankind."

Xueming immediately asked: "If the [materialism] you are talking about falls into the hands of these people..."

"No, no!" the old engineer said firmly: "It is an all-terrain launch platform for nuclear weapons. If you want to activate it, you must know its nuclear code. I am not worried about what the enemy will do to it. It is very likely that

They don’t know [materialism] exists yet.”

The three of them ran along the street for more than 400 meters and finally stopped outside the power workshop.

The old engineer fell to the ground awkwardly from under Su Ling's armpits, still feeling a strong sense of dizziness when he stood on his feet.

He first ran to the mechanic's warehouse in the power shop to change into a welder's heat-insulating protective suit and wrapped himself tightly. When he came back, he immediately started chattering non-stop.

"I thought these King Xin's minions were friends and comrades. I only knew that they wanted to become the afterglow of the sun, but I didn't expect that they were the sun that eats people. If I really let them eat me, I'm afraid you won't even be able to do this.

I can't even open the door. I'm afraid of death, very, very afraid of death! Davari! I can't die! There are still very important things waiting for me to complete!"

The engineer grandpa picked up the welding gun, ignored the mechanical password lock on the door, went to the boiler exhaust vent in the room, and groped through dozens of complicated pipe valves, trying to find the correct secret door.

Xueming looked at the outer wall of the power workshop. The design and layout here were similar to that of a refinery. There were no windows, and all waste water and gas were discharged underground through hundreds of pipes. Everything was designed to resist the Morpho Butterfly and the Titan's subordinates.

design.

After digging through the layers of mud, the engineer grandpa raised the welding gun, located the seven pipe valves, unscrewed the round handles, and aimed the flame at the joints of these pipe valves.

Grandpa's arms seemed to be playing an accordion, moving the flame, constantly changing the position of the welding gun nozzle according to the music score, and the air chamber of the pipe played clear notes.

Teacher A Ling remembered this song and hummed it softly.

"That morning, I woke up from a dream."

"Oh, goodbye, my friend, goodbye, goodbye!"

The old man followed the coded notes and sang together.

"unamattinaoo."

[That morning, I woke up from a dream.]

"eotrovatol''invaor."

[Invaders broke into my hometown.]

The high-temperature spray gun finished playing the first section in the pipe valves of different lengths, and the door of the power workshop made a low buzz.

A hot air surged out from the room, carrying a damp and warm musty smell. The heavy-armor air filters on Xue Ming and A Ling were scrapped in an instant. They had endured too much suffering.

The door to the room, which is 150 centimeters thick, is pushed by sixteen hydraulic rods and slowly opens under the pull of the smooth and new iron wheel guide rail.

The bright red flag hangs on the maintenance track and hangs upside down in Workshop No. 1, which is more than ten meters high, covering the main stage of the art performance next to the workers' lounge.

There are nine sets of coded mechanical locks designed with rollers on the left side of the door, and on the right side are steel bottles and cans that exude dark red and high temperature. The mercury in them is roasted by high-temperature flames, which will open the lock core of the mechanical lock one by one.

, you have to unlock it round by round in a specific sequence of notes to open this 150 cm thick door.

Before the old engineer had time to announce his name, he hurried to the diesel generator set to reconnect the engineering power to this ancient workshop.

In addition to the safety lights, one after another red flags caught Xueming's eyes under the dim light source.

They cover the base frame, as if the engineers were dustproofing the products in the factory when they left. Only the shadow of the mold lake in these bright red curtains can be seen.

These shadows are about six meters high, showing strong shadow lines under the red and orange light sources.

Xueming wanted to get into the red flag to find out what was going on. He just took two steps out——

——At this moment, he felt a splitting headache.

Bloodshot eyes suddenly crawled up to the whites of his eyes, and a strong evil thought locked onto him.

The door to the power plant was about to close. Just before the door closed, an uninvited guest squeezed in.

"What a risk! What a risk! What a risk!"

It's a man——

——He has no beard on his face and is tall, nine feet tall.

Su Ling and Xueming had to raise their heads to see this guy's forehead.

The intruder appears to be about thirty years old, with deep nasolabial folds, a bluish-gray color on the forehead, and a brownish-red pore. There is a linear texture around the child's forehead, which is very special.

The bridge of the nose is high and straight, the lips are thin and slender, and canine teeth can be seen.

The wingspan is about 280 centimeters.

To elaborate on this guy's equipment, he is almost armed to the teeth.

The molle he wears is tailor-made, and the cold-proof trousers and rubber boots are all treated with a hydrophobic layer. He carries six guns, and the trigger guard and grip are customized according to his figure, specially designed for such a giant.

Designed for body shape.

"Did you see it? I almost died just now!"

This man's face was facing Xueming, but his eyes were fixed on Su Ling, and English came out of his mouth.

"Why don't you say anything?"

He patted the plaster on his shoulders and tore off the epaulettes of the Sun Carriage, revealing the multi-shaped flag inside.

"Or--"

In an instant, the tone of this Stairway to Heaven warrior dropped to freezing point.

"——Our cooperation is over? Do you want to monopolize all the equipment in this house?"

Xueming felt like there were a thousand needles hidden in his head. He could hardly look directly at the enemy. Just raising his heavy eyelids was extremely difficult to do.

It was as if the enemy had brought Niflheim's death aura and terrifying spiritual pressure with him when he appeared on the stage.

In [Phoenix]'s digitalized vision, his mental shield was broken almost instantly. The originally calm madness index kept changing, his brain became fragile, and his body began to stiffen.
To be continued...