Amidst surprise, Ariana jumped into the room. The mechanical priest and the officers in uniform were still staring at the surveillance screen the previous second. Their scanning array covered the third area of the middle deck, and the security network formed was integrated with patrol drones, armed aircraft servants, and even traffic control mechanisms.
They searched for all the threats, but did not realize that the threat was behind them, and did not expect an assassin who was close to him.
And their shock further accelerated their death.
Ariana first used the executioner's compound pistol to shoot accurately, and carefully used the puncture ammunition, killing the technical priest and several officers within two seconds.
In the face of this killer who has been genetically modified and drug-enhancing, they have no chance of winning.
Compared to her, everyone seemed to be dealing with it in slow motion, with no hope of confrontation at all. Many of them even just pressed their hands on the handle of the pistol.
What remains are those slow servants. In order not to create more noise, the assassin stabbed hard punches and bullet-like daggers to kill.
Tear the throat, pierce the chest cavity, and break the spine. The last servant tried to grab her with his hands, so she directly pierced the half-man's mechanical eyes and crushed the remaining brain tissue inside.
He snorted heavily and threw the body down. Ariana licked her lips to calm down the rising blood.
The room was dead silent,
Then she walked to the mechanical priest and twisted the other person's head.
This is a young man who looks only twenty years old, carrying a sign of casting the world, which should be Zhao Akada.
Playing such a role is just a piece of cake for Ariana, and Kalidus despises the word "imitation", which cannot truly summarize how a Kalidus completely transforms into his disguised goal.
Imitation means imitating and learning to walk.
Yet Ariana would be her target, even if it was only a short moment.
In a sense, Kalidus is a self-carved stone statue. The implantation device of the biological body and a large number of deformation agents make the skin, bones and muscles soft and unstable. Those who cannot control this huge freedom will completely collapse and turn into molten wax monsters, and the bones and organs of the body will collapse.
And a person like Ariana who is born with a strong self can become anyone.
She stared at the lost mechanics, focusing on her energy, trying to transform herself into a smooth, dark, neutral body with almost no appearance characteristics.
Kalidus cannot recall the gender he was born, after all, it doesn't matter when you can be a man or a woman, a teenager or an old man, or even a human or alien at will.
At this moment, the communication device in the security room suddenly rang out.
Some expression of anger flashed across the face that could not be called a hole. Ariana walked to the communicator at the far end of the room and turned on it.
"What's wrong with you? Why did you suddenly interrupt the search just now?"
A rude male voice asked.
Ariana immediately copied the tone of an officer.
"The equipment is briefly faulty, fixed."
"That's good, don't make a mistake, there will be new instructions later."
"receive."
Ariana frowned, and it was an ugly expression on that dark face.
Kalidus cut off the communication and turned away.
There is no doubt that the new order the other party said should be to search for themselves. For them, once the action is launched, the assassin's disguised identity cannot be exposed - once it is exposed, it is often not far from death. Usually, this situation occurs, and their first principle is to retreat.
Retreat temporarily and wait for a better opportunity.
But she had no room to retreat now, so she could only try hard.
The assassin began to gather the center god and recall the voice, posture and overall temperament of the mechanical priest.
As the skin cracks, transfers, and becomes thicker, the implant device slowly expands and adjusts body shape and height.
As minute by minute, the killer gradually changes.
Finally, she got a new identity again.
After adjusting the equipment to run automatically, she quickly left the security room and came to the door of the armory.
Because she had all the authority of the dead technical priest, the armed servants along the way turned a blind eye to her.
When she arrived at the door of the armory, she secretly inserted a master key from the assassin's room into the operating table, and then began to manually crack the door opening program.
As soon as the door was opened, she immediately went in and got the key data and left.
At the same time, she also needs to stare at her network of reconnaissance robots—they are staring at each node connected to her current location—but that only takes up half of her attention.
And using the remaining brain power to crack the uncomplicated confidentiality program of the Astral Knight.
As for why she did this, it is not complicated.
The mechanical sect of Mars takes the field of science and technology and all its secrets as its own, but the traditions and secrets that became the predecessor of the Assassin Temple were born in the long and ancient night, and they have their own secrets.
The Red Sages may control machines, logic and operations, but the assassins are not machines. They are the power that human reason has sharpened to the limit. They are born for intelligence.
That's more than just a skill, or training, or even a transformation of their brains through blades, gene transplants and chemistry.
It is a coercive force, a driving force imprinted in the body and that she must satisfy.
There are also divine logic engines that can crack codes on Mars. Machines that can produce the same results after creaking and squeaking sounds, but they lack the human factors that the Assassin Temple cherishes.
They lack a sense of compulsion.
She used it for three minutes, and when she finally cracked it, she let the data flow in her consciousness for a moment.
It feels like light, like fresh water, and warm air.
The unit no longer accepts new transmission signals, but the communication fragments that once transmitted through it still exist, like broken glass windows.
Then she walked into the gate and glanced at the second explosion-proof door, which was the military of the Space Marines, but her purpose was not here.
To enter this gate, the Space Marine's gene identification code must be used, and the machine that scans the identification code is her goal.
She came to that machine and inserted another more advanced key cracker into it.
Suddenly, she seemed to hear something, so she turned her head and found that the passage when she came suddenly fell into darkness.
She hesitated for a moment.
For some reason, she felt that things were too simple.
It's as simple as-
While thinking about this, she heard the sound of data retrieval, so she pulled out the cracker and started running out.
But after running for a few steps, her muscles trembled, and after a painful moan, she became what she originally looked like—
It was not until this time that she realized that she had fallen into a trap, a death trap.
In the darkness outside the gate, she saw a pale face as white as a corpse, with a cruel and playful smile, and a big hand that reached out to her head.
"You've made this hunt lose all the fun, Kayang."
This is the last sentence Ariana heard before she fell into a coma.