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Chapter 1525 Moon War Thirty-seven

The outer wall of the Star Castle airlock was temporarily sealed, and technicians dispatched and directed large-scale engineering equipment and small welding drones to close the steel outer wall that was damaged by machine guns, tank artillery, and shaped explosives. The twisted and deformed steel was cut off, and the entire section was exploded.

The tunnel passed through was sealed with steel, and the energy lines and ventilation equipment were repaired and installed with a control system from the Eternal City. The oxygen content in the tunnel gradually returned to normal. Although it was only a short passage, it was enough for genetically modified warriors.

Take a short rest and receive supplies from the rear.

Sensing that the air pressure was gradually returning to balance, Aparisha took off her helmet, which had been punched with several small dents by the electromagnetic rifle. She twitched her lips in an extremely humane manner and smiled a smile that sent chills down the spine. But it could not be ruled out.

The reason why the temperature here is too low, Adjutant Nelson is sure that Aparisha must be regretting it now. When the oxygen content, temperature, air pressure and other data have not yet fully reached the standards, he took off his helmet in violation of safety regulations, as if he has never experienced the Martian night.

How cold it is. "This is not a real battlefield. Killing these mutants doesn't satisfy me, even if their only purpose is to die." Aparisha said softly with a stiff and cold face, "I can smell... us

The real target is the remnants of horrific witchcraft, and these mutants are just using their lives to delay time."

"I only smelled the smell of propellant gas, if the vacuum pressure relief or the breathing filter system did not remove the smell." Adjutant Nelson still wore the helmet firmly, and even adjusted the flexible nano-polymer metal seal inside the neck armor.

Circle to avoid air leakage. He summoned the escort standing behind Aparisha. Since he participated in the battle while sitting in the armored command vehicle of the First Battle Group, Adjutant Nelson's power armor was relatively clean, and those with Apalixia

The power armor of the convoy that penetrated deep into the enemy's army was stained with many mutant residues and scars left by alien weapons, just like the outer armor and tracks of the command vehicle he was riding in.

Although those mutants are more powerful, faster, and more responsive than ordinary people, they are still not strong enough compared to professionally trained genetically modified warriors. The fists they rely on for survival cannot even leave a dent in the power armor. But

Adjutant Nelson did not want to consider this kind of sophisticated genetic science. He called the escort because he wanted the senior officers of the escort to clarify the next phase of the battle plan, and he wanted to hear from officers on other offensive routes based on the actual situation they encountered.

, express concerns about the next phase of the combat plan and resolve them.

For example, the deck of a certain attack channel was too thin and was blown up, and there were fixed obstacles that prevented the armored troops from passing through. The temporary measures adopted by the accompanying army engineers could not withstand the large-scale transfer of armored troops, and a large logistics engineering team was required to rebuild or reselect the route; for example,

After investigation, a certain passage that only allowed genetically modified warriors to enter alone was found to be a maintenance passage connecting the mutant settlement. If defensive forces such as automatic turrets are evacuated, that passage is likely to become a passage for enemy troops to move;

For example, some mutants with specific genetic characteristics have special abilities and require other teams to participate in combat.

Information communication is required between different offensive combat groups, and battlefield information needs to be summarized and compiled. Adjutant Nelson is responsible for coordinating this information, letting relevant officers know what is happening on other battlefields, and then discussing and negotiating together. After this, the information will be summarized to

The General Headquarters communicates and coordinates with other battle groups and logistics engineering departments from there. The General Headquarters will also distribute information about other battle groups to Adjutant Nelson. Every officer must have a general grasp of the battlefield information and follow the command.

This is the emperor's insistence on every genetically modified soldier to show their subjective initiative under the circumstances. He believes that these soldiers who undertake the war are better than ordinary people in terms of combat ability and command ability, and are better able to withstand pressure.

The emperor picked up the Assassin's Tarot card and saw the electronic signatures of Adjutant Nelson and Aparisha at the bottom of the report, as well as the results of the fleet's command department's processing of the report. Commander Malcolm also saw the report.

, after making relevant arrangements, the report had the electronic stamp of the headquarters and the signature of Commander Malcolm. It was obvious that he was very angry, because Commander Malcolm asked Apa more than ten minutes ago.

Lisha detached a tactical support team to assemble point B for reinforcements, but Apalisha ignored it until he faced the civilian clan army's tactical assault team there and won the battle at a cost that exceeded previous estimates, including the loss of two people.

A certain passage that doesn't seem that important.

If Aparisha sends a tactical support team, the civilian clan army deliberately formed through the combination of abilities will be defeated in a shorter time, and the civilian clan mutant who can release electric energy will not be able to kill any genetically modified warriors

, the emperor even saw the big holes burned by the high-energy current in the breastplates and belly plates of the genetically modified warriors who died in battle. The emperor did not replace Malcolm in issuing punishment orders. That was the job of the commander of the genetically modified warriors. How to make Apari

It was also Malcolm's job for Xia to use his talents. The emperor believed that he had just placed Apalixia in the right position, and that the latter's genetic characteristics had the potential for that position.

This is what Maya Hansen assured Him herself.

"My lord." Hammurabi walked into the open command vehicle and stood behind the emperor's holographic wisdom panel. He was wearing a helmet. Although his expression could not be seen, the worry in his tone was obvious. "We should have been there two minutes ago.

We have been in regular contact with Derrick Xian, but we still can’t find his message. Even the public frequency band does not have the encrypted signal of the Advocate Advocate.” He said, “We have reason to suspect that Derrick Xian is in trouble.

, will more support troops be sent to sneak into the Kimilian clan settlement?"

"No."

"My lord." Hammurabi did not leave, "I want to know if you are optimistic about Derrick's mission?"

"Derrick will complete his mission first, Hammurabi, and he will win the final victory." The emperor said calmly. He did not answer the question directly because he and the Praetorian Guards could share certain secrets, such as extradimensional

Secret. "In the time fragment shown in the outer dimension, I have anchored a victorious ending for him. Most of Derrick's failures have been deleted from the timeline, but I cannot pry it out of the hands of the existence behind the curtain for the time being.

Move more chess pieces. I have to personally participate in one of the lines for a certain period of time to firmly hold his victory."

The brick wall was violently knocked open, and there was a faint golden light shining between the stone powder and gravel.

Derrick fell heavily on his back first, and then his arm was firmly grasped by a fleshy tentacle, and he was thrown hard to another brick wall. That brick wall and the bookshelves along the way suffered the same fate. Even the strongest

Even the most advanced power armor could not completely withstand such a heavy blow. The ribs that had been slowly healing under the combined effect of drugs and genetic alchemy now suffered more impacts. Mr. Derrick could only hold on in great pain.

Still awake - the terrible curse attached to the fleshy tentacles of the extradimensional monster, slight skin damage will instantly cause terrible pain that sweeps through the whole body and is enough to shock - fortunately, Mr. Derrick is using his astonishing power to

As he quickly adapted to the pain, the curse attached to his body was gradually fading away. When he was thrown out and hit the ground for the fifth time, he finally felt his palms and arms, which were unconscious due to nerve paralysis, locked.

His armored palms firmly grasped the halberd without letting go.

He then used all the strength in his body to swing the halberd downwards, and got rid of the restraints under the influence of inertia. However, he still could not stand up immediately. He was too weak, and the Gene Alchemy Secret Technique needed time to clear the curse flowing in his blood.

He could only see slight black smoke coming out of the wounds on his body. He knelt on the semi-organic ground and pointed the halberd at the enemy with his remaining strength. The crazy creature walking out of the shadows at this moment had changed.

It looks like the pink-white flesh shrinks inward and is stuffed into its fanged mouth against common sense, as if turned over - the despair and pain brewed by the constant killings throughout Attilan.

, prayer and other extreme emotions are constantly weakening the reality barrier. This extradimensional spiritual entity seems to have got rid of the summoner and begins to continuously draw energy from the outer dimension independently - it begins to be formed by more human imaginations, myths, fears, and expectations.

It is composed of emotions such as hope, reflecting all the soul mirrors from Attilan just like the place where it was born.

This is a strange creature with dark blue skin and a face that mimics a human being. It seems that the dark blue bat wings originally hidden in the body slowly open, throwing the smelly mucus to both sides. It opens its snout, revealing its dense white teeth.

Huge fingers with five fingers caressed the bald and deformed head with two horns. Derrick stared at the creature through the broken ruby ​​lens, which had no connection with it at first, and endured.

Furious at witnessing this creature desecrating the sacred form of mankind, he aimed as hard as he could and pulled the trigger.

"I have existed before the birth of the universe, and I will exist after the heat death of the universe. Until the last breath of all intelligent creatures, their souls will still sing praises to my name in my temples made of innocent flesh.

The next universe is born." The extradimensional spiritual entity grinned and stretched out his fingers to gently push away the increasingly slow bombs. "I have witnessed every war that has ever been experienced on the earth, from Jerusalem to the hooves of horses.

The sea of ​​blood, to the battlefield that you will never set foot on again in the future, because you will die here. I am here to witness the end of the human race, I am here to witness the weakness and struggle of the human race, I have countless memories from heaven

I have seen the ending of the human race countless times in the timeline, and I have witnessed them one by one and will never be absent. You can call me Ifrit, or you can call me devil. Your race has sung my praises and written poems for me countless times.

.”

The monster slowly walked over and squatted down next to Derrick. It exuded an aura of madness, and everything nearby in the material universe was insane because of its madness. Even inorganic objects would be completely contrary to reality.

The crazy phenomenon of the world's physical laws deforms, transforms, and finally grows flesh and blood, flowing with malice.

"Why don't you call me by my name, using the name given to me by the shallow and short-lived civilization of your race?" Suddenly his expression changed, and hatred climbed onto its face that tried its best to imitate humans. It tilted its head and laughed wildly.

, watching Derrick move himself little by little, towards the plasma grenade that fell aside. "Your master saw the future, so he put on himself the crown he thought was destined. I'm here to stop his arrogance, because

He sent you, a glittering toy tin soldier, to stop the initiated from calling me... They did not do a very good job, but luckily you came, and your master fell into my trap, with His own hands

Prompted my difficult birth from the womb of pain between reality and illusion, and you and those genetically engineered creations were the midwifery forceps."

It breathed a long sigh of relief and narrowed its eyes to look at Derrick's palm. The Imperial Guard was not interested in any sounds coming out of its mouth. He concentrated on moving his gradually recovering body and crawled towards his target.

"You want this? Do you think this thing can kill me?" It stretched out its fingers in boredom and carved a deep scratch on the gold armor of the Imperial Guard with its sharp fingertips, "Why don't you

Talk, little one?"

Suddenly, its movements stopped without any warning.

Its dark blue skin quickly turned white, swelled like a floating corpse soaked in water, and then oozed transparent liquid. The anger on its face disappeared, replaced by short-term panic, and the invisible wisdom in the deep space of the universe temporarily moved away.

Out of sight, a certain destiny was forcibly determined. The anger returned, but it became extremely shallow and no longer had the ability to infect people's hearts. The divine anger filled Mr. Derrick's blood vessels, dispelling the curse and giving him power again.

A body that had been refined through genetic alchemy. Derrick first grabbed the upper half of the halberd and stabbed it in the eyes. At the same time, he also held the oath dagger that fell on the ground with his other hand and pierced its ankle.

"No, I have seen all possibilities, this can't happen!" the devil screamed loudly, "Curse Him, your master is still looking after you! But I am immortal, I have no life that you can understand, narrow-minded

Humble creatures cannot understand my essence, and races in the universe that have tried to transcend have also been destroyed by my hands, but you and your master think you can be an exception?"

Derrick first stared at it with cold eyes. He smashed his fist into the creature's head. He didn't believe that there was any creature that couldn't be killed. However, his actions only made the crazy creature emit sounds of big and small, attached to it.

The flesh and blood on the inorganic matter gave off a terrible resonance.

"No, it's not you." it said, "I won't die here."


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