"Colonel Lux, it's lowering altitude!" Hearing

this, Lukes was stunned.

No, could it be that the giant ship wants to enter

the atmosphere? Such a massive ship entering the atmosphere would definitely be a catastrophe for Leo.

"It has entered low-earth orbit and has stopped descending altitude!"

Lukes breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the report from the bridge crew.

At this time, in the low-earth orbit of the Leo star.

The surface of the Voyager Ark's hull opened one after another with ejection vents.

A large number of ball fighters were ejected, and they pounced into the atmosphere like a swarm of bees out of the nest.

There are not many of them, only about 100 planes.

A fiery meteor suddenly appeared in the sky of Leo.

And in the desert on the surface, the camp of the Sandmen is already in chaos.

The Voyager Ark ship parked in low-Earth orbit was just above the Sandman camp.

Its massive hull is clearly visible, and the oppressive feeling of the behemoth makes the sandmen look terrified.

They don't know what's going on.

"Colonel Lukes, the giant ship is releasing carrier-based aircraft!"

Those round warplanes are entering the atmosphere.

Spherical ships, spherical fighters, and smaller spherical robots.

Lux never imagined that the Temple would be able to build such an amazing megastructure.

And what was their purpose—

to destroy the Sandmen?

No, the Temple wouldn't do that.

Moreover, the Sand People are all over Leo and are the indigenous people of Leo Star.

What's the point of destroying the Sandmen?

At this time, outside, in the sky of Leo.

The meteor had disappeared, and in the sky, a small golden dot was visible to the naked eye and hit the ground.

The sandmen in the "Oha, Oha ......

" camp saw an unidentified body in the sky.

For a moment, Oha, Oha's voice resounded through the camp.

The sand people scattered and fled, some into the tent, and some rushed out of the tent with blaster guns.

They were armed with blasters and aimed at the sky.

In less than ten minutes, the roar of whining engines swept down from the sky.

Nearly 100 ball fighters swooped down from the sky towards the Sandmen's camp.

"Fire, fire, fire......"

Before it could get closer, the fire flickered in the Sandman camp.

The Sandmen attacked, beams of fiery blasts rising into the sky and heading towards the swarm.

Some of the ball fighters were hit in an instant.

But the blaster in the hands of the Sandmen could not cause damage to the ball fighter.

The ball fighter didn't even open its shield, and the blast beam was directly dispersed on the armor of the plane.

In the sky above the sandmen, hundreds of ball fighters scattered in a hurry.

With a small team of three planes, it flew slowly over the Sandman camp at a low altitude.

And at the same time repeat a message in the Sand language.

"In three hours, this place will be destroyed, you have three hours to evacuate, please evacuate immediately, please evacuate immediately!"

a ball fighter plane rushed towards the largest tent in the camp.

"Stop it, fire, fire!" Outside

the camp tent, the ball fighter floated forward at a height of 2 meters above the ground.

The surrounding sandmen raised their guns and fired, and the beam of blast energy struck the body of the ball fighter.

But their attacks were useless.

The ball fighter didn't shoot back, ignoring the surrounding sandmen.

In front of the tent there was a group of sand men, all of whom were dressed in gray robes, and could not see who was the leader.

"Who is Shaqi?"

In the face of the attack of the Sandmen, the ball fighter forced its way to the group in front of the camp.

Looking at the ball fighter in front of him, the sand man retreated again and again, his face frightened.

They couldn't imagine that the powerful blaster in their hands would not be able to do any damage to these round robots.

"Stop, stop attacking!" a

loud roar from the crowd stopped the Sandmen from attacking the ball fighter.

The killer pushed away the clansmen in front of him and came to the front of the ball battle fuselage.

"I'm Shaqi, who are you?"

Blue light flickered, and a curtain of light shot out from the ball fighter's body, scanning Shaqi.

It took a while for the light curtain to disappear.

Looking at Shaqi in front of him, the sound of machinery sounded from the body of the ball fighter.

"Take your people out of here and move somewhere else, and soon the area will be completely destroyed.

"No, this place is a sacred place for our people, we have lived here for tens of thousands of years, how can we leave.

Shaqi resolutely refused.

His people have lived in this land for tens of thousands of years.

Whether it is now or in the future, they will protect this land.

"It's your own business whether you go or not, if you don't, you and your people will die here in three hours, Shaqi, and I hope you will understand that the Holy Land is not as important as it is to live. "

It's not the ball fighter who is talking to Shaqi, it's Limon who is talking.

"That's all you have to say, think about it yourself!" As

the words fell, the coil engine facing the ground of the ball fighter spewed out a dazzling fire-colored tail flame.

For a while, the engine roared and the air waves rolled.

The ball fighter is like a rocket that rises vertically into the sky and soars into the sky.

The same goes for the ball fighters elsewhere in the camp.

Suddenly, it rose vertically into the air and soared into the sky, leaving traces of the Tao for a long time.

Looking up at the departing fleet in the sky, the expression on Shaqi's face changed.

Although he didn't know what the other party was going to do, he knew that if he stayed here, all the people would die.

This is the powerlessness of the weak, and living is only a handout for the other party.

"Let's go, inform the elders, and move to the southern camp immediately!" As

soon as these words came out, the surrounding Shaqi people looked at each other.

"Patriarch, no, my clan has been responsible for guarding the Holy Land for tens of thousands of years, how can

we leave?" "Fight with them, we can't leave the Holy Land. The

reaction of the tribesmen was expected by Shaqi.

But he won't compromise on that.

Compared to the Holy Land, how to preserve the clansmen is what the patriarch should do.

"Right now, our clan is facing a great calamity of life and death, we must live, immediately inform the elders, go quickly!"

Seeing that the patriarch insisted on this, his usual prestige made it difficult for the Sand people to disobey Shaqi.

Some of the sand people hurried out.

After a while, the camp was lively.

A large number of tents were dismantled, and the sand people dragged their families and evacuated in droves to the south.

Some of the Shads followed Shaqi's orders to move south, while others chose to stay.

They were reluctant to move south and chose to stay in the Holy Land.

"Patriarch, many elders are reluctant to leave......"

Shaqi stopped in the midst of the migrating crowd.

He turned to look at the camp behind him, where tents still stood on the ground.

Shaqi was speechless, he had long known that there would be elders who would not want to leave.

After all, this is a place where the tribe has lived for tens of thousands of years, how can you say that you will leave.

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