There is no information on what happened to the Kimilian clan's slums.
Gronov Rutov and his team immediately investigated many rooms that could barely allow them to turn around, as well as rooms that they could not squeeze into at all. Without exception, they all found the corpses of civilians with their internal organs removed.
The micro drones that were thrown out have not been able to find any life signals from surviving humanoids. There are no breathing humanoids in this giant garbage mountain and mold paradise made of alien metal and biochemical plastics.
But the weird things don't stop there.
Except for the products of chaos and violent catharsis brought about by the long-term disorderly and poor security at the bottom, they found no traces of recent violence. There were no energy or live weapon scars on the buildings and human bodies, at least not the latest - from the corpses.
Judging from the freshness, this killing could not have occurred more than two days ago - it was as if these people were lying on the operating table, calmly facing death. The murderers who killed the poor and removed their internal organs did not use any weapons, so except for
There is nothing else to guess about witchcraft. After all, there is no way to kill more than a thousand people here with just a scalpel.
Following the encrypted electrical signals left by the heraldry of the Guards, the team passed through layers of shacks that could barely be called gathering places, climbing up along the haphazardly built and rickety pillars of the shacks, until
We came to the source of the encrypted signal. It was the highest point of this garbage mountain. The nearby slums looked like another garbage mountain standing in the dark - it smelled like it too - and there seemed to be some survivors there, at least at that time.
Before the mad man screamed and jumped down from the high shack mountain. Even if the survivor did not fall to death or be penetrated by the steel standing in the air, the genetically modified warriors would not be able to escape from the layers of concrete, scrap metal and biochemical plastics.
Find him among the fragments and ask him anything.
The survivor was already crazy. Before he jumped, his brain was twisted into mud.
At the highest point of this garbage mountain, the night vision capabilities of the genetically modified warriors allowed them to overlook the gathering place of the Kimilian clan and see clearly many things happening there. Through the electronic eyes of the power armor, they saw neat and beautiful things in the distance.
In the residential area, a large number of clan civilians walked in groups towards the center of the area holding something. It was a magnificent building, and it was also the best-lit building in the Kimilian clan settlement.
The architectural style of this place does not follow the cultural characteristics of civilian clans at all. It is a group of weird metallic spiers built with a cold steel exterior, with the spiers pointing straight into the void.
At least that's what the former spire looked like before it was blown up. Now the spire has hit the settlement, and the twisted metal has hit the rails of the rail car used for population movement between clans. The dome is now being destroyed by what might have been
It was closed by an airtight door or a giant metal iron curtain of outer armor. Under the poor lighting environment, the genetically modified warriors vaguely saw a collapsed building in the residential area under the dome, and some low buildings were still burning. That was except
Apart from the giant searchlight drone floating in the sky, there was a rare light source in the Kimilian clan settlement, and most of the area was plunged into darkness.
Civil power here is completely cut off.
"The wizards of the Kimilian clan brought many criminals from the Gene Council, but that was far from enough." Derrick jumped off the eaves first, and the genetically modified warriors felt the steel beams under their feet constantly vibrating. "Slaughter those who remained pure.
The order of genetic humans was issued thirty-four hours ago. The group of mutant wizards seems to have encountered some situations that we do not understand and need to use the pain of intelligent creatures as nourishment. The emperor believes that the rituals held by the Kimillian clan wizards have gone out of control.
, but we need to figure out what happened to the out-of-control ritual and call in the void bombers to raze this place to the ground."
"There is also a set of shield generators here." Gronov Rutov said.
"Very humorous." Gronov Rutov raised his head, his ruby-colored eyepieces covering his emotionless black eyes. He held the silenced bolter tightly with his clawed hand and made a gesture request.
The team members remained vigilant. The dark power armor, illuminated by the firelight in the distance, still blended in with the deathly silent hills. "I'm sure he's here, waiting to scare me."
"So I put on the optical camouflage cloak." Derrick walked out from above them first, and several bolt guns immediately pointed at the wriggling black shadow. Until then, the genetically modified warriors' power armor detected
Before calling the police, Derrick took off the squirming patch of color that was draped over his body. The Imperial Guard shook his head apologetically. "I'm sorry for keeping it secret from you. I wanted to see how you feel about those tragedies first.
Attitude."
"It's bad, but that's not our mission." Gronov Lutov put the bolter back into its holster. "What clues do you have, Praetorian Guards?"
"We can't alert those mutants, although none of us know what they are doing." The adjutant said, "We can be sure that the destination of those clan civilians may be our target. It is marked in the intelligence that it is the Kimilian clan.
The political core building. The question is where is the Praetorian Guard now? His golden armor is not easy to hide at all." He turned his head and scanned the surroundings, "There are no traces of violence or witchcraft here. It is impossible for anyone to want it.
Take away the Praetorian Guard without using force."
He pointed at his feet, which were made up of different roofs and could barely be called roads. In such a layered slum, the roads would not stay the same forever, and whether they would collapse or not depends entirely on luck.
Gronov Lutov and his team only dared to climb along the alien metal, what might have been the deck.
That was the result of a bombing carried out by void fighters. The portholes of the external tower built by the Kimilian clan had been destroyed by countless bombs. There were also many huge bricks scattered throughout the city, smashing many things and creatures.
Judging from the current situation, the explosive decompression has caused considerable harm to this area. Without this airtight iron curtain, everything that is not fixed here will be sucked out by the explosive decompression and then thrown on the moon.
There are many misfortunes here, and the genetically modified warriors are indifferent to them.
"Yes, so we must divide our forces into two groups. I can't guarantee that the ritual site of sneaking into that building will not be discovered. If the worst case scenario occurs, that is, we are forced to engage in firefights with the enemy, then the Kimilian clan will definitely
It will strengthen the protection level of the shield area. Fortunately, due to the pressure of the Gene Council, the Kimilian clan army has been sent to the assembly point, and there will not be much large-scale military power here in a short time. Bad
Yes, almost all the wizards of the Kimilian clan are here, and the enemy we have to face is very powerful." Derrick looked at Gronov Lutov first, "You assign tasks, I will not interfere with you.
power of command."
"I will separate a tactical team." Gronov Rutov first looked at the adjutant, and then at Mr. Derrick. "The amount of narcotic drugs you bribed the civilian clan smuggler spent was only enough
Let's come over here. Just wait, another team will be here soon."
"I'm glad that you have other ways to get here." Derrick was not surprised by this, because it was he who suggested Gronov Rutov's team to take a different route through the chain of command, because he couldn't believe it.
The "noseless one", using the smuggling passage is very risky. Fortunately, the slums of both clans have been completely abandoned now. "I hope another team can arrive as soon as possible, and now they still maintain communication silence