The armored cargo holds carrying more than twenty alphas gradually drove into the ghostly block, entering a twisted and blurred residential group. These buildings seemed to have become low and deformed under the pressure of the steel sky. Some of them had become charred shells, while others fell apart and fell into rubble.
The dirty and sloppy citizens were like ghosts given flesh and blood, either scattered or gathered around the open flames in groups.
These residents of the lower Comoros were all thin, pale, and their bodies were as dilapidated as their homes.
Although the spirit race has a long life span, half-life children have more or less defects. Their natural life span is shorter than that of true children, and their souls are also more unstable.
Once there is no replenishment of painful energy, these half-life children will not live longer than those of human nests.
Most of them ignored the convoy, but some watched the speeding vehicles with their hollow eyes.
Sometimes, some elves wearing tattered armor will be seen walking by the streets. They are all gang members. While patrolling the territory, they keep turning their weapons in their hands to intimidate the numb residents around them.
Sometimes you can even see some weird machines walking on the streets with heavy footsteps. Its searchlights swaying back and forth roughly with their paces, searching for something in the ruined houses.
All of this was seen by Okam through the observation hole in the carriage.
In his opinion, this was not like a residential area at all, but also a war zone. Those spiritual races claim to be noble, but in fact they live no differently from the scum in the bottom nest.
Just as the inhabitants of the bottom nest were indifferent to the so-called glory of the empire, these Comoros' untouchables were probably not concerned about foreign invasions, or even unaware of them.
Perhaps, this is the norm for the Milky Way.
After nearly an hour of driving, the road began to narrow, and they came to a building complex that had been abandoned inside - there were many such places in Comoros, perhaps in the past it used to be the serious and prosperous castle of a consul or sect, and then it was completely destroyed in a fierce battle.
There is no concept of urban public services in Comoros, and naturally no one will clean up the ruins. Day after day, a large number of such maze-like areas have been accumulated on the bottom of Comoros.
Because there are many building wreckage on the ground, the vehicle starts to slow down and stop.
Suddenly, Okam heard the noisy shouts from somewhere in front of him and immediately realized what was going on.
"Stop, everyone gets out of the car and is on alert, Kaling and Mu, you are on the roof."
Okam gave the order decisively, and the two alphas nodded and climbed into the car. There were two heavy poison crystal guns of the spiritual race on the roof, which was not difficult to use for Alpha warriors who were familiar with alien weapons.
"There is something in front of the road, and it looks like another truck, but-"
As soon as the Alphas got out of the car, they hid themselves in the shadows. A rain of bullets shot from the ruins on their right side, and everyone immediately fell down.
Then Okam ordered on the Squad channel.
"Exit."
The next moment, the Alphas merged with the darkness, and used the armor scales strengthened by heretic technology to change the color, like a chameleon, changing the tone of the Alpha Legion to the dirty black around them.
Then, Okam raised the modified flame-relieving bomb rifle in his hand and pulled the trigger. There was no trace of fire at the muzzle, but an attacker fell back with a snap, and the bullet shot into his face, blowing his entire head to pieces.
"Strike back! Quickly resolve the battle."
The raid commander calmly issued the order. In fact, he was mentally prepared for the attack. Although there was a sign of a conspiracy group in the car, it could not stop everyone - especially when the other party speculated that there might be valuables on the car, he was very likely to take risks.
While the incoming bullets hit the vehicle sideways, all the alphas have found their respective locations, and with the help of the shadow of the wreckage of surrounding buildings, they have hidden themselves well.
Soon, Okam heard an electronic homophone ensemble when his subordinates activated the plasma weapon, and then the hissing plasma bullets shot out.
Okam raised his head and glanced at the ruins with the scope on his helmet. He kept glancing back and forth until he locked in a figure lurking behind a broken window.
He then turned up the magnification to make his goal clearer.
It was a dark spirit clan in ragged clothes, tired and pale face. His head was protected by a rusty iron helmet, with an "X" printed on it, and an old respirator with his mouth. The pipes of the respirator were sank into the medicine jar behind him along his shoulders.
Above his mask, there were a pair of blood-stained eyes, and they were carved on a lifeless face, covered with scars and ulcers.
The poor man seemed to be at the end of a drug addiction symptom, and his hands holding the gun were shaking.
Sure enough, they were some desperate pitiful people.
So for Okam, now we only need to quickly resolve the battle and prevent their whereabouts from being exposed.
The raid commander made a judgment on this and then pointed it at the attacker's face.
However, before he could fire, a crackling electric current and a ray of light peeled and removed his target like a long electric whip. The spiritual race twitched due to the incident that happened to him. The incident ignited his clothes and burned his flesh and blood.
Occam turned around and saw a halo of psychic energy blooming in Philo Rona's eyes. After making an electromagnetic sound, he grabbed a large piece of gravel bricks out of thin air and smashed them at the crouching enemies.
At the same time, his outstretched palm also emitted blue light, shooting another twisted energy arrow into the ruins.
Almost at the same time, the Alphas fired a volley of explosive projectiles in perfect coin, and each bullet hit its target.
"Fight like a man."
Okam murmured to himself, while participating in this fatal, one-sided battle.
This is Alpha, each of them is just another gear on an exact killing machine, and when aiming, shooting and executing the attackers without hesitation, they have little difference in character and thought.
Soon, the attacking local gangs of the Dark Spirit Clan discovered the problem. Not only were their enemies invisible, but the bullets they used were not common poison crystals in the Spirit Clan.
Although they had never seen a human bomb, they could see from the incredible accuracy that this was definitely not the conspiracy group they had guessed!
"withdraw!"
The gang leaders who led the attack also decided to retreat very decisively, but they had already disturbed the enemies they could not afford to offend.
"No living."
Okam issued such an order, which destined their end.