[Don’t let the Countess interrupt our conversation, dear Victor.]
【Her ambition cannot be ignored.】
[She is trying to regain her luxurious life, which is human nature. She is more than just a beautiful canary.] The emperor on the throne changed his sitting position, but the holy sword in the scabbard still served as a
His staff. The apparition of the regent Victor von Doom stands beside the throne, but Countess Katarina Karkov who was at the foot of the stairs a few minutes ago turned a blind eye to it. The regent is still entertaining in the banquet hall.
The guests and the diplomats had no idea that he was communicating with the emperor at this moment, and these secrets were secrets that they would never hear in this life. [I would like to invite you to pay attention to the sealing progress of the portal in Attilan, Constantine, Mal.
Kom and Aparisha are on their way to the portal. I have weakened the power behind the curtain, but the potential danger is still not eliminated.】
[I believe that your Praetorian Guards and genetically modified warriors can complete the mission. In addition to Constantine, do other warriors think this is the result of some kind of alien psychic witchcraft? 】
【Yes.】
[We cannot let them know the truth behind the curtain. The mere arrival of alien aliens has caused despair in many humans and even triggered the worship of alien aliens. We cannot let them see where the real danger comes from, otherwise we will
Everything in the battle will be completely destroyed. I hope you have arranged a brainwashing process for the genetically modified warriors who have penetrated into the portal of Attilan Star Castle. Your Majesty, I know that the loyalty of the genetically modified warriors is impeccable, and they are indeed
Your will has been carried out, but the cruelty of stripping away memories is a kind of kindness to them.】
The Emperor did not speak, nor did he look at the phantom of Regent Victor von Doom. His silence made the Regent mention another matter. [NASA installed the Dark Elf's battleship jump engine on a spacecraft.
.That is a huge technological black box, and NASA cannot understand the principles at all, which will inevitably lead to danger] The regent mentioned another thing, [For those people, killing is a kind of mercy. Don’t let the danger happen.
Spreading to the earth, we have enough troubles.】
"Dirty alien sorcery!"
Aparicia impatiently picked up the pieces of flesh that were clinging to the armor and squirming upwards and threw them aside.
Thanks to the engineering roads designed to transport heavy precision equipment when the Star Fortress was built, the armored convoy was able to drive to its destination unimpeded after clearing away the fragile buildings that had been added to the local population over thousands of years. However, the deeper it went into the star,
At the core of the fortress, the creatures they encountered became stranger and weirder, some of which could not even be considered complete lives - armored vehicles equipped with flamethrowers and melta launchers, attacking those disgusting creatures with half of their bodies extending from the walls of flesh and blood.
Attack, because these things growing out of the walls are hindering the progress of the convoy - but those seemingly unconscious creatures burst out with extremely violent reactions, and some even broke away from the wall attachments and crawled towards the armored convoy, ignoring the flames.
The pain caused by the body, trying to attack the convoy and genetically modified soldiers with dirty and deformed claws.
The radio equipment of the armored vehicles continues to receive signal feedback from unknown sources. Even the on-board broadcasts of armored vehicles and main battle tanks are also affected. It seems that there is an invisible ghost floating in the radio channel. No matter how the encryption measures are changed, the harsh sound cannot be driven away.
Noise. After emergency treatment, Mars technicians separated an extremely terrifying shout from the interference noise. It seemed to be the panicked breathing of some intellectual life in a dark and gloomy valley. An indescribable unknown threat was nearby.
A low roar emanates from the dark forest,
But this could not affect the minds of the soldiers at all.
Right at the front of the convoy, they could still see the emperor's radiance dispelling the darkness.
Many mortal soldiers firmly believe that they are engaged in a just and glorious battle. This is also the human supremacy that the emperor has always instilled in them. Only by clearing out the alien alien races that threaten the human race can mankind achieve peaceful development.
A precious opportunity. Aparisha placed the mortal soldiers at the back of the convoy, allowing the mortals to take on relatively easy tasks. This was not because he thought highly of himself and believed that only genetically modified warriors could complete the tasks given by the emperor, but because he
As the first chapter leader, I know that the alien witchcraft of Attilan Star Fortress is very dangerous.
The lives of those mortal soldiers were not worth mentioning to him, but leaking secrets caused the mortal soldiers to go crazy and disrupted the deployment, which was something he could not allow. What's more, the logistical fuel and ammunition supplies did need to be guarded. If there were no logistical supplies,
This armored convoy is likely to stop on the road due to lack of fuel and other reasons. In order to maintain the order and stability of military operations, genetically modified warriors have to take on more work and clean up the huge moving meat in front of the long convoy.
Blocks and completely deformed alien creatures - not only those humanoid creatures with only half their body left that broke free from the wall of flesh, but also some kind of fat humanoid creatures with disgustingly fat and swollen and sagging abdomens, thin
The skin is like cicada wings, but it is extremely tough to stretch out to reveal the thick blood vessels and plump internal organs. The head that has completely lost its human appearance is deeply sunk in the fat accumulated on the shoulders and neck, and the vicious little eyes that have lost their function are covered with a layer of fat.
White mist.
Such monsters often come out of the maintenance channels or ventilation ducts that have been filled with flesh and blood when the armored convoy sprays fire on the wall of flesh and blood. They are often still wrapped in their afterbirth when they appear, and the sticky and hot flame fuel flows through without any hindrance.
Their grease-covered skin slips, and even the rapidly rotating single-molecule high-temperature blade of the chain sword sometimes slips on their skin. Compared with those skinny humanoid monsters with only half their body left, this
This fat monster seems to have more differences. Aparisha is definitely not referring to the feeling of chopping with an execution tomahawk, but the distortion produced by this fat monster seems to have more witchcraft involved-that kind of
The relatively thin monster has been temporarily named a ghoul by the Praetorian Guards. Aparisha also asked Constantine, if the thin guy is called a ghoul, what should the big guy be called? This remark angered several other taboos.
The guards kept rolling their eyes - Apalisha saw Constantine thrust out his spear in a dazzling manner, and the huge blade was as dexterous as a needle, disemboweling a fat monster and smashing its huge internal organs filled with maggots.
Falling to the ground, the maggots quickly evolved into flies. Aparisha waved her shield without showing any signs of weakness, knocking a fat humanoid creature that was far taller than herself into the burning wall of flesh.
The tongue with bone fangs at the end pierced out from under the monster's head, which was deep in the neck fat, passed around the shield from above, and slapped Apalisha's shield-holding arm hard. The slap just now exceeded the speed of sound.
It was enough to cut off an ordinary person at the waist. Even Aparisha felt a dull pain in his arms and shoulders. His arm was almost torn off, and there were a few tooth marks left on the solid armor that had experienced many battles. He was angry at his negligence.
, swung the battle ax diagonally from bottom to top, cutting off the knees wrapped in muscles and gray fat, and then swung the next ax at the body of the creature that lost its balance and fell heavily to the ground, cutting off the deep and stretched out
The giant long tongue split open the head that was sunk into the body, and a pinkish-white fat mass the size of a fist, probably the brain, mixed with light yellow oil flowed out.
The originally huge, grease-covered humanoid body turned into dust in just a few seconds. Although it was a variant of the obese monster, it had the same result after death. If judged by the naked eye alone, this kind of
The proportion of ashes left after the death of humanoid creatures seems to be much greater than that of the "alien witchcraft servants and mutants" encountered on the upper deck. However, even if such humanoid creatures die, the ultimate stench remaining in the air remains.
Attacking the genetically modified warrior's nerves through the helmet.
"Burn these things."
Aparisha looked with disgust at the wall of flesh and blood that had just vomited out a giant fat monster. The shape of the channel that spit out the monster had not yet closed. The drop-shaped flesh and blood petals composed of two curved arcs were like the female external genitalia that had just finished childbirth. It was still there.
The amniotic fluid was flowing, waiting to produce the next monster, as if these flesh and blood constituted a real biological matrix, and they were walking inside its body. Apalisha threw a plasma grenade into the passage, waiting for the explosion and
After the flash came, the wall of withered flesh and blood was slapped to the ground by the rapidly expanding gas. Other genetically modified warriors were performing their duties, whether their opponents were so-called ghouls or those fat monsters, Apa
Lixia even saw a genetically modified warrior inserting a heat-melt launcher into the birth canal with flesh walls and pulling the trigger. The high temperature caused the flesh and blood to shrink violently as if they were alive, the bio-oils sizzled, and the charred ventilation ducts were exhausted.
The fan was spit out, and thick gray smoke billowed out.
"Constantine!" he shouted over the communication channel, "I don't want you to fall in front of the convoy."
Faster than a flamethrower and faster than a Praetorian Guard, it is the object of protection in the center of the Praetorian Guard squad formation.
That was not the emperor, but a woman who was petite compared to the Imperial Guards and compared to the genetically modified warriors. Her long white hair was spread over the dark power armor, and her eyes were filled with golden flames. Every path she walked
, even the inactivated blackened flesh will turn into dust in an instant, revealing the decks and equipment that were covered with filthy flesh and body fluids thousands of years ago. Catherine walks in the four-dimensional material universe in the name of the emperor, using the emperor's power to expel the evil spirits from the veil.
After the power of terror spread, it was the weapon left behind by the Emperor before he returned to Earth for a more important mission.
A certain steady but hard-to-hear melody hummed happily from Catherine's throat. No one knew what the song was called, because it came from the praise of the emperor by humans thousands of years later. Now this song is just
It is a by-product of the after-school time in the sisterhood convent, and even the tune has not yet been determined.
Every step she took was stable and perfect..
The guards cut the monsters born from the flesh wall into pieces in front of her. Even the stinking blood splashed could not fall to her feet. Even Catherine herself was holding a long sword and a bolt gun, because of the forbidden
The tight cooperation of the Guards did not give her a chance to take action. They protected her like they were protecting the emperor. But there were some things that the Guards could not completely solve with their swift blades and thermonuclear explosive warheads. She and the Guards
The emperor's power shines in the same body, but it is purer, because she is completely composed of energy - She stretched out her palm and gently touched the touch screen of the deck gate that had been stripped of flesh and blood at the core of Attilan Star Castle. The next moment
The gate that was supposed to be operated by technicians slowly opened with an unpleasant creaking sound, revealing the even more tragic and horrific flesh and blood filth behind the door, as if the machinery of this star fort had surrendered to her - the thick and stinky mist almost
The channel was blocked, and only the heat of the flames could dissipate it slightly. But when Catherine touched it, the mist immediately changed into heavy water droplets falling on the deck. The water flowed down along the steel channel, and the air gradually became fresher, and large areas of flesh and blood were covered.
Dissolving, as if the world is undergoing an endless rain, trying to wash away the filth accumulated for thousands of years.
[Apalisha is very talented, you know his role from the moment you meet him. 】
[He will be my champion. He has potential and will not be bound by moral shackles.] The emperor sat on the throne and talked with the phantom of the regent Victor von Doom. He raised his glass under Amon's gaze.
, explaining his theory to the regent. [If two worlds are about to collide and the only solution is to destroy the other world, then Aparisha will not hesitate to pull the trigger to fight for the survival of the human race.
That's something ordinary people can't do, dear Victor, they will help us build the bomb that will blow up another world, but they won't pull the trigger to avoid incurring moral debt and infamy - no matter what.
Steve Rogers or Tony Stark, they don't have as strong a heart as Apalisha. Maybe Natasha Romanoff has such a strong heart, but I'm not sure if she is still the same as she was in the past -
—They can give up the lives of other innocent people for their own inner peace, but they don’t know that survival is the greatest justice for living things. They want to be heroes with clean hands, so they avoid the last moment.]
[Are you sure this isn’t because Aparisha is essentially a thug?]
[He is an obedient thug, and that is enough for me. If people like Steve Rogers or Tony Stark know about the threats we face, they will not be able to solve the problem.
God will not allow others to solve it, because it is too cruel and too heavy for ordinary people. If we choose this path, dear Victor, we will have to bear a future that is far heavier than others.