"We live in a primitive era, and killing is for peace."
Dideros recited in his mind the words he had heard from the preacher, and then fired.
The crooked creature one hundred and twenty meters away, like a giant spider, trembled violently, and then rushed towards here. The other three bolt guns fired one after another, and the warheads continued to peel off the creature's thick armor shell, leaving a greasy
Black blood splashed on the red sand soil. A few black figures were vaguely revealed in the gradually thinning red sand storm, and they all ran towards the place where the gunshots were heard. The veteran sergeant stood aside indifferently, watching the recruits shoot a total of two
Ten rounds of explosive bombs, while he himself held a plasma pistol in one hand and a chain sword in the other. When the creature at the front approached the fifty-meter red line, Dideros immediately stopped pulling the trigger and pulled out the weapon from his waist.
The chain sword rushed forward - the other team members could not restrain their desire to fight at all, and immediately stopped pulling the trigger and followed - they did not meet the target in the few days after airborne from outer space to the surface, and the genetic modification brought about
Their aggressiveness and bloodthirsty cannot be vented at all, and only those with higher military ranks can control them. They run on the red sand as fast as a speeding train locomotive
It was a deformed product of the Martian Olympus Forge that was over-armed and stacked with technology.
The thing had no facial features that a human should have. Smooth oval black iron covered the front and top of the thing's skull. There was only a plastic feeding tube connected to the part where the mouth and nose should be. Bearings and hydraulic manipulators replaced the joints and
Skeletons, energy lines and detectors replaced blood vessels and skin receptors, and layers of armor protected the enhanced muscles and internal organs that had been stripped of skin. Dideros's chainsword swung through the creature like a whip, cutting off the steel on one side.
Forearm, but when the saw teeth bit into the gap in the steel armor on the chest and abdomen, a black viscous substance suddenly spurted out, covering his helmet and breastplate, and the monster's steel whip-like arm was like a swift iron
The snake immediately wrapped around his chainsword and arm, trying to crush his armor and weapons like anacondas in the forest.
Dideros subconsciously stretched out the bolter in his other hand.
He pulled the trigger at almost zero distance, and the powerful braking ability knocked the thing back a few steps. The rapidly rotating single-molecule high-temperature saw teeth also had room for movement. He almost instinctively swung the weapon in the direction of the sound of cutting steel.
. Before Dideros could wipe away the contaminants and poisonous blood on the lenses and tear the creature apart with his own anger, other team members had already rushed over. Alasik knocked the thing to the ground and cut it off with his weapon.
Its past developed and modified electronic biochemical spine.
Dideros let out a roar and vented all the remaining anger on the other monsters that came over.
The other monsters don't seem to be much different from the one they first discovered and tracked. All limbs and heads have been replaced, blood vessels, muscles and nerves have been replaced by complex, ugly and weird machinery, relying on unnatural growth promoted by hormones.
With muscles and steel skeletons, these monsters are surprisingly strong. His thigh armor was rubbed by the tail of the supersonic steel whip. The sand and dust in the air were melted into white smoke by the high temperature of the iron whip, and the outer armor was whipped.
The slender iron snake at the tail cut a long ravine, and the armor integrity pattern in the helmet display immediately sounded an alarm - the brief contact battle lasted less than thirty seconds, and the knights destroyed these steel and flesh in the blink of an eye.
The combination was torn to pieces. But they were still not satisfied. Their aggressive blood was like fuel that was difficult to extinguish once it was ignited. Slight injuries and difficult prey would only make them more aggressive.
"This is my prey, Arashik!"
"This is our prey, if your intelligence can realize the word teamwork." Arashik's laughter is no better than that of the veteran non-commissioned officer, "You are like a child who has had his toy taken away. If you
If you want to have a fight here, I welcome you."
"Shut up, Arashik. And you, Dideros, if you can't abide by military discipline, I will throw you out of the airlock when we return to the space station." The veteran sergeant came belatedly. He glanced at the man on the ground who was sitting on the ground.
The thing flowing with spoiled blood, engine oil, metabolites and combat hormones shook its head. "This thing is driven crazy by too many implants. Those Martian sages will not let go of any opportunity to realize their crazy ideas, and the emperor will also
I can't care about those people who were created from the cultivation chamber. Arashik, cut off the serial number of this monster and give it to me, as well as its brain chip, if you still have this thing."
As the power armor stopped injecting combat medicine, Dideros felt that the hot blood in his veins was gradually cooling down. He asked the veteran noncommissioned officer bluntly, "Are other teams doing the same thing?"
The veteran sergeant smiled behind his visor.
"That's all you need to know for now."
The first knight to return took the gunboat back to the landing ship. After the landing ship sailed to the space station, they handed over the loot to their superiors. Adjutant Nickerson nodded. He first recorded the number of kills of the first team, and then issued a certificate.
This document allows technicians from the Eternal City to take away this batch of loot. The brain chip data will be read by the computer placed in the fourth-level security compartment, transferred to a specific hard drive, and then sent back to Earth for research by a dedicated person.
and analysis. This is something that has been going on since the Emperor made a deal with Mars, both to allow the Knights to get training and to check the Martian data wilderness for possible out-of-control forces, but between Mars and Earth
Before the completion of the logistics network, the first batch of knights went to the Mars Data Desert through the portal established in the Eternal City. Adjutant Nickerson had participated in at least three comprehensive trainings involving wilderness hunting projects.
"Tell me, did you find anything in these stinky things?"
"Do you know about food sampling? When the food is produced from the factory, a batch of samples will be left, the number will be recorded and then sealed. If there is a problem with any batch of products, you only need to test the samples to determine the cause." The technical director said casually.
He said, "These things are samples. The emperor has doubts about the experiment on Mars. For some people, the technical red line is meant to be crossed. Through the chip number, we can find the restless technical sage."
"Political struggles, there are restless people on Mars." Adjutant Nickerson licked his tongue, "So the regent asked his technical advisor to supervise this process?"
"Fortunately, Mars' protectionism is not that strong for the time being, and the political development of Mars is not completely out of control." The technical director used to be a person who liked to laugh, but an experimental accident caused him to lose most of his ability to smile.
Adjutant Nickerson is a little uncomfortable with this guy who uses thousands of nerve wires to make his scar tissue smile, but in this space station, the technical director needs to be responsible for the daily maintenance and management of the space station, and the adjutant also needs his advice. "
The Regent needs Mars to agree to move some production lines to Earth, including the war engine production line."
"This is impossible, that is Mars' most powerful weapon."
"Yes...so this is a big trouble." The technical director grinned, "So I'm looking forward to what can be checked out in these new batches of chips."