This phantom is full of snowflake noise like an old TV.
While Constantine was talking to Tita and launching a fierce attack, he also used the corner of his eye to pay attention to the figure wearing a dark green cloak and a golden ribbon on his chest. Other guards were also following Constantine.
He noticed this situation under the guidance, which proved that the phantom was not his hallucination. Most of the body that was blown to pieces fell, and the withered and yellow ribs were pierced. Then the broken body turned into black sand, and then under the light of Catherine
Turned into dust and air, just as they were meant to be.
"This is very strange. It cannot be ruled out that it is another trick of the etheric spiritual entity, or the influence of etheric energy on the material universe." Constantine said in the encrypted communication of the Praetorian Order. As a person who has undergone deep genetic modification
Super warriors, they can easily adapt to the unconventional and uncomfortable space here. Due to the influence of ether energy, the teachings of the buildings here seem to exceed the geometric laws of the material universe. The downward slope may also go upward. The somatosensory
The right side is most likely the side and rear. There are a lot of visual deceptions, and there is no pattern at all. Even the mortal soldiers trained by the Praetorian Order to be responsible for logistics work will fall for no reason in such a situation.
Somersault.
"Stay vigilant and don't feel relaxed because the other party uses the regent's appearance."
"That's the regent, don't have any doubts about it." Catherine suddenly spoke, which surprised the guards. Unless facing the emperor himself, even when facing the guards, Catherine still cherished her words. She said
Every sentence is important information, including the location of the portal. "The regent accepted the emperor's order and helped us close the portal."
The commander of the imperial guards expressed doubts about this.
If he hadn't seen the emperor create/separate/drag Catherine out of the void with his own eyes, he would never have believed in the existence of Catherine, because the current Catherine is just the reflection of Catherine in the dream, as unreal as the moon in the water.
Constantine noticed that Sisterhood Commander Tita was walking towards here under the cover of armored vehicles. The Praetorian Order crossed the peak of genetically modified soldiers and penetrated into the enemy's position. The front and left and right sides were all filled with enemies, even if
Now they are still fighting, non-stop, and their genetically modified muscles even feel a little sore.
Although it only takes a short time for the body of the Praetorian Guards to hydrolyze lactic acid, they can't even spare this time. They can only order the power armor to inject drugs to relieve the symptoms of lactic acid accumulation. The commander of the Praetorian Guards has no doubt that those who are related to the Praetorian Guards
The genetically modified soldiers fighting with the army also have the same symptoms. Their bodies were originally modified for long-term combat. They have been fighting continuously for hundreds of hours in such a high-intensity combat environment. Except for a few supply times, no matter whether they are guards
Neither the army nor the genetically modified warriors had a moment to rest.
"Captain Aparisha." The Guards commander switched the communication channel and filtered out the sound of Catherine firing a bolt gun beside him. On such a battlefield, if the noise reduction function was not turned on, even the eardrums of the Guards would be damaged.
Will be injured. "I need a team to participate in the mission."
"Push over! Cut off that thing's head. Keep up the shooting rhythm, there are still many enemies we have to face. Constantine, I didn't expect you to contact me." Aparisha said dryly, "
Did you fall? The deck is a little slippery here."
"Now is not the time to use your sense of humor, Lord of the First Army."
Constantine subconsciously glanced at the soles of his feet. The foul-smelling black-red slippery mud was slowly turning into clear water.
"You actually have a sense of humor. There is a sense of humor in that, Constantine."
The commander of the imperial guard couldn't help but frown. He couldn't understand why Aparisha laughed coldly, and he didn't know why the leader of the first army thought it was humorous. All along, Aparisha had been worried because of
His well-known sullen personality led Constantine to wonder if this was one of the Type 1 epigenetic traits, to which he now had to add labels such as lack of concentration.
"You know where the Guards are. Apalisia Catherine will go with us to the area where the portal is located. The Guards need an elite team to form a peripheral defense line. We have no time, no energy, and no resources.
Wasteful. These creatures are nearly endless, and we have limited ammo and energy."
"These things don't deserve to live."
"Close the portal first. We still have a lot of time to eliminate these creatures."
"I will personally lead a team." Constantine listened to the cold roar of Aparisha, and at the same time he slashed the heavy execution ax that required two adult men to barely lift it into a sickly creature with four human legs.
In the monster's belly. The monster showed extraordinary tenacity, but it could not prevent Apalisha from smashing its mandible with the lower edge of the shield - provided it really had use for this bone -
Pull out its mutated, long tongue covered with suckers. "There must be a dragon wherever the treasure is hidden!" Apalisha said while gasping. It took him ten seconds to deal with this monster, and the explosive bomb
The gun could not achieve the expected results on this monster. Its sickly and loose skin has toughness beyond imagination. "I really want to kill a dragon. What about you, Constantine? Do you also have such a desire?"
"The battlefield here needs your command."
"The commander of the first company can bear such a responsibility. I will leave the command team to him and only take the escort team with me."
Victor von Doom calmly grabbed the head of a bouncing ether beast. Orange-red flames spurted out from his clenched fist, and the ether beast screamed with joy.
His head was burned to ashes. Creatures in the material universe could not completely detect his traces. Only etheric spiritual entities could trace some psychic ripples to find him. However, the regent Victor von Doom had no intention of hiding. He looked at
The Praetorian Guards and a team of genetically modified warriors walked down the maintenance corridor, then turned around and put on the iron mask again. The silent servo of the power armor joints, the size of a coin, made his movements silent, except for the etheric spirit.
Entity, no genetically modified warrior's power armor captures his image or breathing sound, and even the heat residue does not exist.
As a vital sign maintainer, this power armor almost became his prison. It wasn't until he met the emperor who left Kama Taj and received mysterious magic treatment that Victor von Doom was able to take off this power armor.
Armor, otherwise when he was hiding among the mountains of Latvinia, he would have to cast a spell to hide the existence of the armor before going out to purchase, so as to prevent the power armor from scaring the ignorant farmers in the market. Most of the life support of power armor nowadays
The system is no longer needed, but psionic equipment and functions such as the psionic drive unit, stabilization unit, psionic focuser, and spell correction prompts can still be used. Victor von Doom followed him across the battlefield.
Holding high the emperor's military flag, fierce flames burned between the pure golden wings of the eagle, and the invisible light of the physical and cosmic creatures dispelled the dense fog and miasma that could only be seen in the dream world.
Constantine's preparations were sufficient, and the regent Victor von Doom happily affirmed the emperor's psychic message when he sent it, including the vigilance of the Praetorian Commander when he discovered his traces.
It proved that the performance of Constantine, the commander of the Praetorian Guards, met some of the emperor's expectations for him. The intelligence fed back by the small reconnaissance drone was used to rapidly share and communicate information among the Praetorian Guards, and a preliminary combat plan was drawn up. After clarifying the combat objectives,
After meeting the tactical needs, Constantine will ask Apalixia to transfer a fully equipped and well-supplied elite tactical team.
The genetically modified warriors of this tactical team are all owners of marksman badges, silver laurels, gold laurels and other badges. The gorgeous reliefs and inlays on their power armor all indicate their achievements in the military field. This is a team full of
An honorable escort team, they carry heavy shields, warhammers, longswords, bolt rifles, bolt cannons and plasma pistols. Their main task is to protect superior officers and organize an unstoppable breakthrough if necessary.
This requires every genetically modified warrior to have strong military capabilities as well as good strategic literacy, and judging from their resumes, they have done this more than once.
Zygris, the owner of the Marksman Badge.
He has carried out more than six hostage rescue operations and was once the holder of the longest sniper distance record in the First Army. Since he later joined the rapid reaction force, this record was refreshed by latecomers. He doesn't care about this because all he pursues is
To complete the mission, he deliberately completed many shooting targets under harsh conditions, and even achieved the achievement of using a heavy explosive cannon to accurately shoot enemy supply convoys and light armored reconnaissance convoys from a distance of 1.5 kilometers;
Cashel, holder of the Protector's Badge, holder of the Silver Laurel.
He has killed more than ten high-value targets on the battlefield and performed a hostage rescue operation with Zygris, but at that time Zygris was sniping from a small boat floating on the sea at night. He carried melta
A gun, a bolt pistol, a tactical dagger and a jetpack were airborne directly from the transport plane to carry out a violent breakthrough - it was not so much a combat knife as a short knife as long as an ordinary human arm, Kassel held it backwards
With that knife, he forcibly split the pirates who hijacked the cargo ship from top to bottom, from muscles to bones, and the slimy and smelly internal organs were scattered all over the floor - he killed the pirate ship within fifteen minutes with his own strength.
All enemy agents and mercenaries on the freighter, as well as the foreign hostages who witnessed his fighting form, must undergo psychological intervention to return to normal and sleep peacefully, because the combat missions achieved by Cashel using a combat knife were so bloody and violent that he was recuperating.
I was awakened repeatedly in the house.
Chris, Shield of Honor holder.
His resume is not as full of personal heroism as that of his previous colleagues, but he has repeatedly put forward valuable tactical suggestions at the First Army's combat meetings. Not only that, his swordsmanship is extremely superb, and he has performed organ transplantation on genetically modified warriors.
The surgery seemed to have a very positive impact on him. He is 10 centimeters taller than other genetically modified warriors, and his power armor must be modified before he can wear it. At the same time, he also has a very strong sense of responsibility and protection.
He played a great role in the duty of the Honor Guard. He once protected engineering teams responsible for exploring natural resources in the mountains of Afghanistan and the Balkan Peninsula, and killed attacks from local armed, religious armed, and rebel armed forces.
He is a warrior full of honor. Every time he sets foot on the battlefield, he follows Apalisha to the place where the artillery fire is the most intensive. He even used his shield to withstand a howitzer bombing. He blocked Apalisha on the battlefield more than once.
Due to the deadly attack from the enemy, one of his palms was replaced with a mechanical bionic hand specially made for him by a top mechanical craftsman. Chris's outstanding achievements earned him a small shield engraved with his personal coat of arms. This
A small shield is embedded in the lower edge of his shoulder armor, placed at the position of his heart.
Regent Victor von Doom followed the team down the maintenance tunnel.
As a path opener, the Praetorian Order smashed the aberrations with horns, tails, scales, feathers and claws that were jammed in the maintenance channel. The sisterhood following them did not move for the time being, but they tightly surrounded Catherine.
In the middle, even Catherine's steel wings could not be extended; Apalisha did not join the escort formation. He arranged for the escort to come to the rear and then walked to the Praetorian Order with a battle ax in hand, walking side by side with Constantine. Compared with the Forbidden City,
Aparisha, who has never received any relevant training, appears to be unfamiliar with the Sanitation Society's precise coordination like a scalpel. He cannot chop the ax just right every time, but he makes up for these shortcomings with extreme violence. This
Constantine couldn't help but frown. The Praetorian Guards were not purely violent machines like Aparisha. The use of violence was a kind of power and means, and it was one of the necessary conditions for them to achieve their goals.
"Please do not interfere with the battle, Aparisha."
"Do you think the Praetorian Guard is stronger than me, Constantine?"
"We exist to respond to different situations."
The euphemistic reply of the guard commander was not understood. "I think it is my mission to kill the enemy, what about you?"
"If you say the word toy tin soldier, I'll knock your teeth out one by one."
"I thought you had no temper, robot." Aparisha said coldly, "The duel between us has been delayed for a long time. Aren't you going to accept the challenge?"
"I don't have time. If you have nowhere to vent your energy, then the duel cage within the legion is enough for your entertainment."
Aparisha quickly reached out and patted away the pieces of meat flying from below. He was certain that Constantine did this on purpose.