Black Bolt knows nothing about what happened in the Genetic Council.
With the help of tetanus, he and the Centaur clan warrior were busy activating the traffic backup generator sets. Those generator sets were placed in the soldier dormitories, ammunition warehouses, armories and other places that may have once been the Attilan Star Fortress.
After many years of renovation, the former purpose of those rooms can no longer be identified, but they are still using the information system and electromechanical system of the Kree Empire. The Inhumans can only modify and modify on this basis, trying to prevent the information systems they once obtained as slaves.
Knowledge will not pass away and be lost over time, but this effort does not have much effect - although as the king of Attilan, the Gene Council does not participate in many public affairs - when Black Bolt saw the backup
Not to mention how surprised he was when he saw the rusty touch panel at the door of the generator unit. He always thought that he had taken care of Attilan in order.
The Centaur clan warrior was not so fussy. He skillfully grasped the edge of the touch panel with his claws and removed the entire panel shell. "I always wait until it breaks before repairing it. What's more, this is a backup generator set.
Under normal circumstances, it is not used." The Centaur clan warrior seemed not to be surprised by this kind of thing. After all, his origin within the clan was not very noble, and could even be called low, otherwise he would not have left the clan and come to the Black Sea.
The clan alliance under King Bat said, "Okay, the power is turned on. Now you only need to enter the password to open it. Oh... the master key?"
Black Bolt nodded and handed a chip to the clan warrior.
As the victors of the civil war, the ancestors of the Attilan royal family obtained control of all electronic systems in the Star Fortress. This chip is the highest-authority copy of the Star Fortress and is used by other royal members. After inserting the key, this hydraulic fan
The explosion-proof door slowly opened with an ear-piercing scream. To be precise, it opened halfway. Due to lack of maintenance, the lower part of the explosion-proof door was completely rusted with the moving track. Then the tuning fork above Black Bolt's head emitted a white microscopic sound.
Suddenly, he hit the lower half of the explosion-proof airtight door with his fist. It was like throwing a bomb inside, and a mixed cloud of rust powder and dust spurted out instantly, causing the clan warriors to cough.
Black Bolt did not feel better, but he had received training and did not inhale dust. After all, no one wanted to see the consequences of his coughing or sneezing. The Centaur clan warrior rubbed his red and swollen eyes and coughed a few more times.
. He didn't have time to close the nictitating membrane that amphibians have, and now he can only look around with eyes full of tears. The console and floor in the room are covered with dust, and the electrostatic ventilation filter equipment has long been lost due to the loss of
The external power supply stopped. "Okay, now it's time to start the device." He touched the big head of Tetanus, "I promise, it only takes ten minutes."
Derrick disappeared into the darkness first, watching the genetically modified warriors silently walking through the corridor.
He didn't tell the truth, not at all. He had conducted a preliminary reconnaissance of this spire before the arrival of the genetically modified warriors, so he was very clear about his goal. Although it was also necessary to carry out a beheading operation against the Kimilian clan wizards,
What he wants is not only the lives of those mutant wizards, but a certain book in the Kimillian clan wizard library - this is an instruction given to him by the emperor, and its priority is second only to closing the independent guardianship of the Kimillian clan.
Shield System - that book not only records the extremely dangerous dirty witchcraft of the Kree Empire, but also the legend about the birth of the Kree Empire ten thousand years ago. He must ensure that the book can be included in the library of the Guards.
Be prepared to face the Kree Empire in the future.
Perhaps for ordinary people, this is a completely unnecessary thing, but Derrick first believed in the emperor's foresight. A long life brings long-term vision. For ordinary people, a plan of several decades is already quite long.
But that's still some kind of short-term plan for the Emperor and the Praetorian Guard. The time to destroy the Kree Empire will only come in the future, but preparations need to be made from now on - the Praetorian Guard quietly follows the genetically modified warriors
Behind him, he walked quietly along the terrifying corridor that was once crowded with mutants from the Kimilian clan, but now there is only a pile of corpses. The mutant wizard he met before had a very high status, otherwise he would not have been selected.
The right person to carry out that kind of horrific mission.
Nowadays, the low-level mutant wizards encountered by the genetically modified warriors can only perform the work of guiding the mutant crowd. They are completely unable to avoid the bombs and plasma balls shot from the shadows, and cannot delay their progress. Derrick jumped off the beam first.
, landing as lightly as a cat. He walked up to a mutant who was still lingering, squatted down and pinched its long lower jaw with his fingers, looking at its eyes that were blinded by his own blood and the blood of others. The lacrimal gland secreted
The last of the body fluids was expelled, trying to wash away the blood stained on the eyeballs, and the eyelids opened and closed in vain, trying to restore clear vision, but no matter what it did, it was in vain.
"Who are you? Help me, please."
"Video Record No. 162: The specimen was injured and freed from mind control, but the external stimulus threshold cannot be determined."
Mutant No. 162 stretched out his fingers covered in sticky pus and blood and tapped Derrick's boots lightly.
He loosened his fingers and dropped the mutant. He didn't care about the calls for help from the Kimilian clan mutants. Derrick walked to the next sample first. This mutant sample was the most seriously injured because it was a wizard.
He was also wearing a robe but was not as gorgeous as the one he met in the hall before. Due to the danger of the target, the Gronov Rutov team immediately overkilled the wizard and strictly allocated ammunition when necessary.
Under the circumstances, they gave the mutant wizard three explosive bombs, blowing all its bones and internal organs out of the body, and the remaining parts were burned to coke by the micro fusion warheads. Derrick first lifted the mutant
The wizard's skull used the power armor's detection system to quickly measure the mutant wizard's brain capacity.
"Video Record No. 163: The wizard sample has a brain capacity that is 0.03% greater than that of civilians. We cannot rule out its abnormality." He dropped the skull and walked towards the next target, "Video Record No. 164: Wizard
The brain volume of this sample is 0.01% higher than that of sample No. 162, but there is no clear status relationship between the two and cannot be used as an example for sociological research on mutants. Rapid genetic testing: Gene standard deviation score 321.3
%, it is recommended to give it complete extermination.”
"Yes, it's me, I'm not dead yet." It pretended to be relaxed and said in a gradually slower tone, "If I can't survive, can you let me die quickly? I'm very cold now, if you click
A pot of fire will do, my friend." Derrick tilted his head and looked at this courageous mutant curiously. Perhaps because he had accepted his destined death, the mutant who was on the verge of losing too much blood began to become...
Some nagging, "I have no idea why I'm here, I'm still wearing pajamas. Oh, you can't tell now, this dress looks great."
Derrick first used a translator to understand what the mutant said. Its limbs were shattered by bombs, its back was burned by the heat released by the warhead, and it lost a lot of blood and its consciousness gradually became blurred. If first aid was not provided,
To stop the bleeding, it wouldn't live long, and Derrick had no idea of saving it. He didn't even give any response, he just pinched its lower jaw mercilessly and made the eyes on one side of its cheek look at him.
"What do you want?" Derrick asked first using a translator.
"Ah, you're not a robot." The mutant grinned, with no expression on the blood-stained deformed face. "I'm going to die, aren't I? I just want to find someone to talk to. I'm a doctor, I know.
There is absolutely no medical assistance in this situation, is there? Where are you from, a commoner clan?"
Derrick nodded first and swung his garrison spear downwards to cut off the mutant's head.