Tracer bullets burning with bright red flames marked the trajectory of the metal storm in the night.
Compared with the solid steel dome, the main function of the gray rapidly hardening foam is to seal the gap and withstand the temperature difference between low and high temperatures in the void. This thick layer of sealing measures can be easily melted by micro armor-piercing deuterium fusion warheads. Even the old cycle
The oxygen generator began to operate automatically, and even if the emergency repair system continued to spit out inert chemicals that had been put into the tank thousands of years ago, the already thin air of the clan settlement could not withstand multiple leaks.
This is what Olariel sees.
A few seconds ago, the civilians of the Kimilian clan were fleeing in panic, and then they fell to the ground and gasped for air, their eyes bloodshot, and their hearts beating wildly. Or they were simply sucked up into the air together with some debris by the overpressure.
After breaking away from the airflow, they fell freely to the ground and fell to pieces on the building. The broad main road leading directly to the clan royal court meeting hall was littered with building debris and civilian debris. The armored tracked vehicles of the human army mercilessly passed through anything that blocked them.
The obstacle was run over. The building was penetrated by the laser weapon of the armored vehicle and pushed down. The building where a large number of civilians were hiding was forcibly filled with burning refined chemical fuel. Thick smoke rose straight up, and the flames jumped in the smoke column.
A pungent black cloud gathered on the dome.
Despair flooded Olarir's mind like crossing the twilight line of the moon and submerging into the dark side of eternity. From this moment on, all orders, all visions, and all pride were torn to pieces, and the cry for survival became the guide for body movements.
The only instruction. They said that the Kimilian clan was a cold, mysterious, and unhuman clan; they said that the Kimilian clan was so obsessed with witchcraft that they had forgotten the strength of steel and the body; they said that the Kree Empire would
The Milian clan has been transformed into cold souls, and their hearts will not melt due to the love of companionship.
Olarial can assure anyone that these rumors are correct.
Until now, everything he had seen had subverted those theories. Several civilians who had undergone simple psychic training loudly chanted spells that they should not know, trying to use the power of their souls to stop the chemicals that were licking the walls and flowing upward.
Flames; security forces officers were armed with weapons and led dozens of civilians who were also armed with weapons to hide in the ruins of buildings, trying to ambush the armored vehicles of the human army passing in front of them.
But all efforts proved to be in vain.
The psyker who tried to stop the flames with a spell stood on the roof, was choked by the smoke, fell straight into the flames, and burned to death without a word. Then, there were weak but continuous explosions in the building.
Sounded out, and the magnificent deep purple flames engulfed the fire and swept through the entire building with more violence. Weird figures danced wildly in the flames, and then disappeared again; the officer of the security force who led the civilians to resist used a loop broadcasting device to
Anyone using the military communication channel - that is, Alariel and his team - announces his identity, proves that he is a member of the Black Bolt Clan Alliance, and requests that all combat-capable personnel go there
At a certain location, he joined him in the fight against the invaders. But a few minutes later, together with the civilians who raised their guns and shot at the armored vehicles, he was genetically modified by a black-armored human that had never been seen before.
The warrior impacted, and then lost contact completely, not even hearing the sound of the psychic shield breaking.
"What should we do, Commander?" a Kimilian warrior asked eagerly.
"I...I don't know."
"Commander!" Another soldier pointed to the burning spire in the distance and handed over the night vision binoculars, "There is something there!"
In the dazzling firelight, some tiny shadows are easily overlooked.
But in the high-resolution magnified image of the telescope, what is hidden by the jumping light is clearly visible.
Olarir took a breath, and the air with the smell of chemicals in the breathing mask was poured into his lungs without any scruples. He saw the body hanging on the wizard's spire sculpture, with his feet facing down, rising into the sky.
The bodies were swaying in the hot air - those bodies were dressed in the gorgeous robes of wizards, but they were not as showy and majestic as when they were alive. Their arrogance and vanity had long since been cut open with huge wounds on their chest and abdomen, and they were under negative pressure.
The extruded, fire-roasted internal organs disappeared without a trace. They were like open fish, with white ribs cut through them, like victims undergoing autopsy in the morgue.
The horrific sight made Olaril sweat like rain. The radio control was released. As long as the Kimilian clan and other Inhuman armies opened the communication system, painful screams and wails would immediately block all communication channels, as if they were being
An esophagus filled with glass shards.
If Alariel opens the video communication channel at this time, he will find that the horrific scenes of the Kimilian clan wizards being executed have been spread everywhere. Any Attilan alien who turns on the TV and wants to know the situation will definitely watch it.
The hijacked signal relayed the tragic deaths of the Inhumans. The Gene Council urgently banned all propaganda facilities from broadcasting information other than mobilization orders. However, many civilians in other settlements—including the spire where the Birdman clan is located—witnessed the Gene
The tragic situation of the Milian clan. Perhaps some Inhuman civilians planned to resist the invaders after seeing this tragic situation, but the genetically modified warriors would not give the Inhuman civilians time to change their minds, and they did not give the Attilan royal family time to change their minds.
Time to muster up the courage. Due to executing orders and running for their lives in a hurry, Olariel and his hundred-man escort missed this information that caused fear and riots.
Captain Gronov Rutov stood in the shadows, overlooking the burning city.
In the thermal imaging vision, the city was like a fire. Every mutant alive, whether hiding behind brick walls, rocks or alloy bunkers, was completely invisible to Captain Gronov Rutov.
Escape. His claws and arm armor were stained with blood, and the digital crest on the matte black power armor was covered in black blood - two hours was enough for a tactical team and tactical support team to destroy the city.
Killing every living thing they could see - that's what he would do if the Emperor ordered him to bring destruction to the mutant city. The actions of the Kimilian clan and their own level of genetic mutation amounted to rejection.
He signed a letter of surrender and signed the verdict. There was only one verdict on that piece of parchment, and that was death.
Rumbling explosions were heard in the distance, and dull roars of distortion and deformation continued to be heard from the steel dome. Metal deformed, rocks cracked, and the fire of justice fell from the sky to burn this sinful city to ashes. The mutants of the Kimilian clan no longer
Trying to cross the street, even if the building is about to collapse, they are unwilling to leave the shelter of the masonry, because every time someone tries to cross the street, bullets coming from nowhere will cut through the air and blast the unlucky guy several meters away
, turned into a puddle of broken bones and meat.
The invisible god of death stalks the city.
Captain Gronov Rutov exhaled and aimed his aim at the target in another building. The target was obscured by the debris of the building, but it was not difficult for the genetically modified warrior. This sniper-type
The bolter's computer automatically adjusts the design parameters, and the muzzle silencer automatically releases sound waves to neutralize the sound of the gunfire. No matter how these mutants search for traces of the genetically modified warriors, they are unable to find any clues.