The dense bullets were like heavy rain pounding on the steel roof. The sound reminded Aparisha of her life in the slums when she was a child. Hunger, cold, rock CDs and large-scale blonde posters scattered on the floor. Hungry,
Anger, quarrels, and needles scattered on the floor. Hungry, pain, and scolding. Hungry, crying, and nothing else. But the memories were soon interrupted by the sound of gunfire. The genetically modified warriors silently raised their shields and put their muzzles on
On the shield's firing port, they stopped every few steps forward to form a movable steel city wall. They methodically pulled the trigger to kill every enemy who exposed themselves from behind the bunker at the end of the corridor, gradually compressing the enemy's space for movement.
Apalixia stood behind the steel city wall, holding the execution ax tightly in his hand. He watched the mutant army gradually collapse under the pressure of the genetically modified warriors, like a dam built of sand trying to block the rushing river. At first, it was just
There were one or two deserters, but the unwavering advancement of the genetically modified warriors made the mutants feel fear at the spiritual level. The inevitable fear of death squeezed their spirits like a steel city wall, squeezing out the remaining fear in their bones and blood.
.More and more mutant soldiers are crumbling, but every mutant who leaves the bunker and is exposed to the shooting range will be attacked.
Aparisha didn't bother to let the deserters go and let the mutants' defenses collapse on their own. He just wanted to kill those mutants. The genetically modified warriors did not waste any firepower. One ammunition was enough to kill a warrior with a powerful body.
The powerful mutants advanced to less than five meters away from the bunker. The genetically modified warriors launched a charge. The heavy shields like tank armor plates smashed into pieces the mutants who had gathered to try to resist. The last few explosive bombs were fired at close range.
The last life was harvested in the distance.
The armored troops followed immediately. Apalisha and his escorts holding shields stepped onto the open crew compartment of an armored personnel carrier. As the armored vehicle squeezed through the boiling black smoke, they came to another front. The burned corpses
The hot wind stirred up, thin smoke and ashes poured into the armored vehicle's crew compartment. Apalisha watched indifferently as the rolling ashes and ashes fell on the cloak on her shoulders. Behind the helmet, sweat slid down towards the seal of the neck armor. This cloak was originally
It is dark red, waterproof, fireproof, and tough. But now, the cloak condensed with blackened blood looks like a huge bat wing spread out, and the sharp claws made of ashes firmly grasp the shoulder armor, hooking out several
A bloody scar.
The artillery bombardment shook the air, and the broken shell of Attilan Star Castle leaked a large amount of ice crystal-like air clouds. The instantaneous expansion of the explosion shock wave pushed away and shattered the air clouds and bodies and debris sucked out by the overpressure. Mars Technology
Personnel wearing heavy-duty protective space suits walked in the middle of the battlefield. Overpressure squeezed the heavy corpses, and Martian technicians struggled to immobilize the genetically modified warriors who were injured or dying - they encountered a strong enemy here, Ah
Parisa thought to himself - he saw the armor of the tactical team shattered, the tough flesh exploding and flying for no reason, spraying a rain of blood along the way, the armor fragments being squeezed into the bones and flesh, the body
Submerged in a steel plate that melts into molten iron.
Other genetically modified warriors who have finished the battle are firing explosive bombs at each mutant corpse to confirm the death of the enemy.
"There once was a psyker here," Aparisha thought.
This kind of weird battlefield damage cannot be caused by any known weapon. The lightning-like scars on the power armor are also an important basis for judging psychic energy damage. He was surprised by the tenacity of these warriors and praised them without hesitation.
. He saw the power armor torn from the inside out, and the internal organs and muscles of those soldiers were torn apart, but their fingers still clenched the triggers and threw the plasma grenades on their belts. They pulled out their combat knives and moved forward.
Run until the magazine is empty.
"Malcolm Constantine." Apalixia nodded to the other two senior officers in the headquarters. As for Dinah, who was also wearing power armor and carrying a giant chain sword on her back, she was ignored because the sisterhood was now
The task is to defend those occupied areas and fight against the Alpha primitives who came up from the bottom of the star fort, as well as other monsters that grew in the lightless darkness at the bottom of the star fort due to biochemical pollution and special mutated substances. "You summon me."
He pretended not to care and glanced at the spear in Malcolm's hand. The weapon made of mysterious technology was given to Malcolm by the emperor, but he always believed that he was more qualified to receive this weapon and honor. "I
The troops have been assembled as required and all traffic nodes have been cleared. Now is the best time to launch a full-scale attack. Why not?"
"Based on intelligence feedback, the Attilan royal family issued a mobilization order." Constantine said. Apalixia and Malcolm, who arrived at the headquarters not long ago, are almost the same height as him, but the faces of these two warriors have
With more battle scars. "I have asked Commander Malcolm to send more special operations teams. Those operations teams will attack the Attilan mutant rear from the outside when we launch the offensive, seize and protect the mutants'
Genetic laboratories. Seizing laboratories and data has a higher priority than killing mutants. With those laboratories and data, we can figure out how the Kree Empire genetically engineered humans in the past... Perhaps, we will have
Technology to cure thousands of potential Inhumans on Earth.”
Aparisha didn't question it, he was used to it.
The emperor's vision is so long-term that no one can understand it, and no one can imagine his plan. Human abilities, desires and cognition have limits, but the emperor does not. This is also the reason why he is worshiped or hated, but countless
Every reality shows that the emperor is right. The lost and stumbling explorer can always find the right path for them. Maybe the Praetorian Guards can understand, but Apalisha doesn't want to think about it. His only responsibility is
Fight and clear the obstacles on the right path.
"Where's the mutant psyker?"
"Dead." Malcolm said indifferently, "Kama Taj Mystic believed that the enemy had predicted my arrival, so he arranged a small team to intercept my shuttle. The help of the Praetorian Order was very timely.
, the mystics of Kama Taj also provided some help. I need you to strengthen the strength of these attack routes, Apalisha, and the artillery troops are on standby at any time. They have now obtained more ammunition supplies, which can meet the following requirements
The offensive needs." He looked at Constantine, and finally drowned the question in his throat... He did not see the emperor and other guards at the headquarters. Only Constantine stayed here, sitting in the headquarters and knowing that he rushed
Come and take over the chain of command. He wanted to ask Constantine if he knew where the emperor had gone, but he also realized that even if Constantine knew, he would not be able to tell him the answer. In any case, the emperor's whereabouts must be with him soon.
It has something to do with the "Beware of psychic anomalies and spiritual entities" notice that was previously issued to every team, otherwise the emperor would never allow Kamal Taj to participate in serious military operations.
"There are two places where psychic phenomena are concentrated. One is the settlement of the Kimilian clan, and the other is the settlement of the Attilan royal family, which is the Inhuman settlement with the least potential mutation." Constantine said, "attack here.
The battle groups at the two locations need to protect the accompanying Kama Taj Mystics. They are professionals, and their skills will come in handy when facing some problems that cannot be solved by explosive bombs and sword blades."