Kun-style fighter jets dove toward the desert, the pilot strenuously controlling the console as intense vibrations filled the cockpit, the violent sense of propulsion pressing passengers firmly against their seats.
Despite this acceleration, Lianhua sat in the cockpit, watching the screen projection, the Watchers System having already penetrated the network, displaying the endless desert contour on the map where countless red dots, all locked-on Celestial Beings, hid within the sandstorms.
On the plain map, huge ripples appeared from time to time, just like stones dropping into a lake, each wave representing the explosion of a tactical missile.
Humanity's Watch Army was driving out the Celestial Being Organization with biochemical weapons.
Yes, biochemical weapons.
