Salomon noticed that Athena's curvaceous back muscles tensed up instantly.
【They are trying to attack you directly?】
She did not speak with her throat, but conveyed her thoughts face to face. Although this apartment was equipped with a large number of anti-snooping, anti-reconnaissance psychic equipment and technological equipment, she still tried her best to avoid any form of leakage. The Supreme Mage took action to block the curtain.
The subsequent attack on Salomon was simply big news that shook the dimension. Countless dream fortune tellers, tarot fortune tellers, and prophets would go crazy seeing the aftermath of that attack. But at this moment, even Athena
I didn't see that attack setting off any waves in the etheric sea, it was as if that incident had never happened.
[Why are they so impatient? Isn’t Ragnarok enough to feed them? What exactly do they want you to do? 】
[The greed behind the curtain is endless, but even they are just the will shown in that dream-like dimension. They do not exist independently forever, and they have never had free will. They want to give humans this ability
Races with infinite potential, like them, have become tools that can be manipulated by fate.】
Salomon's calm response did not fully answer the question, so he received a vicious look from Athena.
[The Battle of Attilan is an opportunity for them.]
[Twilight of the Gods is better. It is a sign of the end of the Asgardians. No one in this world has the ability to prevent the Asgard Empire from going to destruction. They can even tear apart the curtain of the material universe and the dream world, and use their will to
Delve into the physical universe. They don't have to fight you in the Battle of Attilan.]
[It was a demonstration, an invitation. They wanted to show me their power and make a promise to me.]
【I know your answer.】
Athena relaxed visibly. Even though Salomon here is just a projection, the emperor has the ability to materialize the projection. The principle of this psychic technology is the same as summoning Catherine to the material universe and giving her a temporary body.
But it's simpler. "Take a shower for me, magic can't wash my hair clean."
"We should recall our combat troops and return to Kamal Taj now."
"Not now, now we can't be sure whether Kama Taj's protective spell is to protect the outside world from harm, or to set up a trap for intruders. This will be related to my judgment on the mental condition of the Supreme Mage." The emperor shook his head and rejected it.
The Imperial Guard did not see too much concern in the emperor's face. Even though he knew that the Supreme Mage had special meaning to the emperor, Amon thought he saw the emperor's absolutely rational emotions as a decision-maker.
To outsiders, this seems very cold and even the tone seems a bit cold, but in Amon's view, this is a necessary attitude to make correct decisions. The reason why those mortals are weak, cowardly, and fearful is because they cannot give up their selfish desires.
"I'm waiting for Victor, he will bring me the most critical information."
"Where can I get it?" Amon has read the Psionics Society's predictions and reports on the ether wave. The ether wave that heralded the arrival of Ragnarok tore apart most of the threads of fate, and the prophets could only use the remaining fragments to make predictions.
Deductions and predictions, but nothing related to the Sorcerer Supreme was ever mentioned in those reports. "The Lord Regent's psychic powers are powerful, but even he cannot dig out the information that is drowned in the etheric tide. In order to
Obtaining the strategic prophecy of Attilan Star Castle, the Psionics Society has sacrificed ninety-nine rapidly cultivated psykers."
"The portal. It is the energy diffracted from the dream world to the material universe. It is the gap in the dream curtain. Intelligent creatures in the material universe can glimpse the never-ending madness through that gap."
"I think Wanda Maximoff is also up to the task, if her stability passes the test."
"Don't underestimate Victor's psychic abilities. If there were no Latvinia, Victor would definitely take over the position of Sorcerer Supreme. There is no doubt that, unlike Wanda Maximus, Victor is this
One of the few naturally powerful psychics on the planet. His psychic powers did not make him lose control, but gave him wisdom and vision... Yes, he is still suffering for his humanity, which is the proof that we are human.
.Don’t underestimate him because of the pain he has suffered, I believe Victor will make the right choice.”
The Guardsmen waved the garrison spears in their hands like a storm, and the deformed bodies in front of them fell instantly like trees ravaged by giant beasts. Catherine also waved her long sword, using the most direct way to destroy the emperor's power.
Splashed on the enemy. Due to more and more flesh and blood attached to the front of the passage, as well as monsters spitting out of the flesh and blood, the soldiers who were originally riding in the armored vehicles had to get out of the car and cooperate with the armored vehicles to start clearing firepower. The core area of the Star Castle is obviously wider than the passage.
Much more. Due to terrain restrictions, the number of genetically modified warriors who came here is very small. At this moment, each of them has to face enemies several times their own. This is the purpose for which they were created, and they have to bear more responsibilities.
No genetically modified soldier will be timid in the face of arduous war missions, because the concept of fear has been removed from their brains by surgical procedures and chemical treatments.
The core of the war revolves around the giant columnar fusion reactor in the center of Attilan's Star Fortress.
The once smooth alloy shell was clinging to pieces of flesh and blood like barnacles, and the metal shell bordering the maintenance deck was densely covered with abscesses of various sizes that emitted a strange smell, making people's scalp numb.
The hot red and black sludge exuded heat, covering the uppers of the soldiers' combat boots, and flowing down the shell of the giant fusion reactor like a waterfall. Catherine's power seemed to be restricted in some way, and the sludge and sludge within a range of more than ten meters were
Flesh cannot be turned into flowing sweet water. More unique monsters are bred from those abscesses. The vicious and putrid miasma makes even mortal soldiers wearing void combat uniforms suffer from diseases, while the silt slowly and slowly grows.
And it corrodes metal firmly. In addition to the power armor of the Praetorian Guards and Catherine, even the surface of the power armor of the genetically modified warriors has rust.
Commander Tita of the Sisterhood led a group of androids to participate in the mission. She was not as excited as the human girls because she saw Catherine. She calmly assessed the battlefield situation. "Ola, let your cannon operator
To provide me with cover, I need a way forward." Tita said. The road here is neither up nor down. When dizziness hit, she followed the notice issued by the Praetorian Order and peeked her helmet into the air.
The scope switched to tactical thermal imaging mode, and then she saw that the blood flowing out of some areas of the flesh wall was close to human body temperature, and some had become edematous and inflammatory due to wounds caused by bombs, lasers, or thermal melt.
"Change the command, shoot the area similar to human body temperature, don't let those monsters be born! Aura, let your flamethrower hand and melt operator hand participate in this task."
"Roger. Where are you taking the escort?"
"We are in a bitter battle, and even Catherine cannot use the emperor's brilliance to get us out of the predicament." Tita saw red flames spurting out from the flesh wall close to human body temperature under the thermal imaging mode. The sense of spatial confusion was still there.
The existence, from the very beginning of the mission until now, has become more and more serious as the journey progresses, and those mortal soldiers have to establish outposts and stay there, and set up fuel supply stations - even a few determined elite mortal soldiers cannot overcome this.
This sense of spatial confusion is like walking into a tunnel painted with black and white stripes and rotating rollers in an amusement park, and then magnifying this feeling a hundred times - in this case, it is quite difficult to aim at the target and pull the trigger.
"Go to Constantine. I want to know how he wants to waste the lives of his soldiers."
"I don't recommend you do this."
Aura raised the heavy bomb cannon and pulled the trigger again, and dense heavy bombs poured out from behind her.
The laser cannon from behind instantly locked onto the position marked by the tracer bullets she fired, and then the laser cannon fired simultaneously with the main guns of several main battle tanks, blasting the creatures that had just emerged from the abscesses to pieces. Precisely
The shooting did not damage the outer shell of the giant fusion reactor. In the already stagnant circular rail freight rail station, another group of monsters that had been lurking for a long time rushed diagonally into the formation of genetically modified warriors. However, what they had to face was
Intense firepower from the armored personnel carriers and the Sisters - Aura released the trigger and pointed at the brightest spot on the battlefield - the formation of the Golden Guards swept away the obstacles blocking the convoy like a storm sweeping the battlefield.
Fighting tirelessly, some of the mutants who have been living in the underground slums of Attilan have developed characteristics that have already exceeded the limits of human genetic variation due to years of genetic contamination. Even such mutants cannot be called enemies.
The creatures they worship are.
Apalixia held up a shield and led the genetically modified warriors to form a sharp front, destroying those filthy creatures with extreme violence. If the Guards team is a sharp blade, then the genetically modified soldiers led by Apalixia
A warrior is like a heavy hammer. Although it moves slowly, it can crush the enemy's offensive every time.
Aura pulled the trigger again, and the volley of heavy explosive shells shattered the monsters piled in front of the shield into pieces. Aparisha put down the shield covered with minced meat, and the dirty blood dripped down the helmet and onto the neck armor sealing ring.
He nodded inconspicuously towards the sisterhood on the other side of the battlefield, expressing his gratitude indifferently.
This fire channel crushed the monsters' attacks and directly connected the two ends of the battlefield.
Following Dita's order, the armored vehicles belonging to the Sisterhood rushed into the enemy group together with the escorts holding shields. The elite Sisters in mechas used the giant bionic mechanical arms of the mechas to wield heavy war hammers filled with diseased flesh and blood.
His body was like an explosion, dirty and stinky blood rushed up to the high ceiling, and the side flamethrower turrets of armored vehicles specially equipped to kill enemies at close range spewed out viscous fuel and flames - when human civilization was tottering in the beginning, primitive
Through the blood sacrifice and burning of humans and animals, humans express their worship of the sky, wind, ocean, rocks, mountains, thunder and other natural phenomena that were not yet understood and irresistible at the time, and then personified them into the original natural god-flame.
The blade is the tool used by the original shaman to communicate with both sides of the curtain. The flame and the blade are the starting point of all civilizations and sacrificial tools. For the etheric entities, the flame and the blade have special sacrificial significance. It is the ceremony of their birth.
They live for this, and they will die for this.
Constantine tasted the memory on his tongue.
It was once called the invisible elf, Kufleooh. The ancient psychic summoned and bound it, driving it to poison the wine glasses of political opponents attending palace banquets, and to pursue treasures and secrets in the wilderness and mountains; it once accepted the great
The order of the gods, fighting on the never-ending battlefield; it was once worshiped by people, and kings used the blood and souls of slaves to satisfy its greed. Even if the dynasty fell, it still existed, until the temple dedicated to it was forgotten by people.
It was also bound forever by the clay statue of the god, until a greedy thief sneaked into the tomb and accidentally broke the statue. It promised the thief three wishes, and the naive and stupid mortal confidently made his request, and it was full of
Maliciously twisting wishes and taking away the thief's soul full of pain.
This was just a moment for the Imperial Guard. There was no lag in his movements. The heavy explosive bomb blasted the monster's upper body into pieces, and the greasy black blood splashed nearly ten meters away. Then came the next one.
Mortal soldiers in void combat uniforms hold carbine laser guns and melt launchers, closely following the Praetorian Guards, never leaving Catherine's blooming brilliance - only when advancing the position, these auxiliary troops trained by the Praetorian Order can
Will come to the Praetorian Guards - whenever a Praetorian Guards empty the magazine, these mortal soldiers will immediately take the garrison spear and reload it, and then return it to the Praetorian Guards who are fighting fiercely with their spare weapons.
.This is a combat system as sophisticated as gears. The extraordinary reaction speed and strength give the Guards the ability to implement this tactic.
"Commander Tita!"
Constantine swung the spear downwards, and at the same time took the opportunity to wipe the blood on the helmet's sight glass with his fingers. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure in a dark green cloak passing by the battlefield, and then disappeared. Although
This is not eye-catching on the chaotic battlefield, but the commander of the Guards still remains fully vigilant, because the Guards never have hallucinations due to bloody battlefields. They do not think there is anything unacceptable in such a battlefield. The only thing
What is unacceptable is that the Emperor did not return to Earth with more Praetorian Guards to carry out that dangerous mission.
"Please take over Catherine's escort mission, and I will open the way for you!"
"Where to go?" Tita nodded towards Catherine.
"All the way down." Constantine pointed at the giant fusion reactor, "Go to the bottom."