Chapter 1604 Chapter 1600 Moon War (One Hundred and Sixteen)
Author: Don't say anything sad
Chapter 1604 Chapter 1600 Moon War (One Hundred and Sixteen)
Aparisha found this very interesting, because even he himself didn't know why he was interested in Constantine's proposal. He followed with interest, taking his time and looking at the splashing blood and minced meat.
He told Constantine his request, not caring whether Constantine and the other guards listened. He applied for a duel to Constantine more than once, but all these applications were rejected without exception.
Chemical psychological intervention and brain implants have transformed the psychology of genetically modified warriors to an almost subhuman level to some extent. Conventional psychoanalytic theory cannot be applied to these superhuman beings. For this reason, the Immortal City has established a
Set up a new psychological model to analyze the behavior of genetically modified warriors. The core of this set of theories is the concept proposed by the emperor. Every genetically modified warrior is a violent and brutal war machine, but in order to allow the genetically modified warriors to focus on their tasks,
To avoid being affected by other perceptual factors, the chemically processed brain will lose many of the emotions humans display in response to the outside world.
In the eyes of other ordinary humans, these superhuman beings who are as cold as steel do not have the emotions of normal people. They are just tools that the emperor needs to exercise extreme violence on his enemies. They will not have any consequences for their violence in war.
Emotional fluctuations, and they will not make any expression because of witnessing the anti-human behavior of certain armed factions - to them, it makes no difference whether those religious armed forces stuff people into meat grinders or eat human flesh. Genetically modified warriors
Its function is to get rid of superstition and superstitious people - when the genetically modified warriors quietly escorted the exploration team into Iraq, they easily wiped out a guerrilla group of religious militants that happened to run into them.
The militants piston into the meat grinder, exactly the same as what the latter did to the civilians, except that the genetically modified warriors will not make any cheers. Their expressions are as if they are facing a boring food industry assembly line
, just want to complete the work as soon as possible.
"We need to cooperate, Constantine." The battle ax in Apalixia's hand was swung until there was only an afterimage. He could barely see Constantine's movements clearly, and the monster blocking the way of the praetorian commander disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Facing death, the Praetorian Guards formed a formation and plunged straight into the crowded alien ocean composed of etheric spiritual entities, allowing the Sisterhood to use melta guns to spray high temperatures on those ethereal aliens trying to get in. "The premise of cooperation is honesty, if
I don’t know the limits of the Praetorian Guards, how can we cooperate?”
Aparisha caught a glimpse of the meat grinder-like battlefield of genetically modified warriors at the end of the team.
These elite genetically modified warriors are not idlers, and they can still cope with the current situation. The scales rub against the shield, making a piercing scream, and countless sharp claws of different sizes scratch the upper edge of the shield frantically, like a tide.
The ethereal alien entities were completely unable to break through their defense line from the rear. The genetically modified warriors retreated while fighting, leaving a trail of corpses and various body fluids between the ethereal alien entities to ensure that the Sisterhood armed personnel in the middle had enough
The space plays the role of the hot melt gun.
"My warriors are bleeding, Constantine."
Constantine couldn't help but frown. He still didn't understand why Apalisia wanted to stand beside him and interfere with the battle. "I accept your invitation to participate in this mission. You must tell me the mission information." Apalisia
He stretched out his finger and pointed at his helmet, "Don't think I can't see that the document marked by the Adeptus Order has been modified many times. I know there is a portal below, but the reconnaissance drone also saw something beyond the portal.
thing?"
The steel storm gradually subsided, and the front was covered with corpses of ethereal aliens. Constantine took out the magazine to replace the ammunition for his long gun. The bolt gun with an empty chamber clicked to be reloaded, and the guard commander picked up the long gun and fired two bursts.
, killing the ethereal alien that was trying to destroy the steel staircase a hundred meters away. The latter exploded like a bag filled with juice, and all the corrosive blood fell on the wall behind him, corroding a hole full of black cables.
Big hole.
"I need genetically modified warriors to resist the attack of the ether entity aliens for us and buy time for Catherine." Constantine's answer made Aparisha want to swing an ax at him, but the commander of the guards seemed to be indifferent to this.
No idea. He took half a step to the right very naturally, and a garrison spear was thrust out next to him, hitting the etheric entity that emerged as he passed the corner. There was not much light here, only when the bolter fired.
The gun flames can provide fleeting brilliance. The guard commander was not affected by the gun flames that flashed around him. He steadily picked up the spear again and pulled the trigger. Apalisha picked up the plasma pistol and fired without looking.
A ball of white-hot plasma dealt the final blow to Constantine's target.
"That's all you need to know, Aparisha."
"What a fool I am for choosing a lighter topic for you. Since you don't want to talk about the gladiatorial arena, you'd better think this mission is worth the lives of my soldiers. Don't think that only the Praetorian Guards have access to secrets
Task, you are just bodyguards and we are soldiers, we shed more blood. You are not the emperor's only armed force, and you have no right to handle all tasks on behalf of the emperor. He will trust us more on the battlefield."
Neither Constantine nor the other Praetorian Guards answered. They killed silently, as always, and even Aparisha's attack did not change the established rhythm of the battle.
"I will not give up the mission because of such a thing, Constantine, we fight according to the emperor's ideals rather than power." Aparisha tried hard to hide his anger. He swung his battle ax horizontally, and the upper body of the ethereal alien entity exploded.
Disappeared. The Praetorian Guards stared at Aparisha from the corner of their eyes, their muscles tense, ready to respond to the possible attack of the Lord of the First Army. "We will meet again in the palace, Constantine." To the surprise of the Praetorian Guards
To the commander's surprise, Aparisha did not launch an attack. He lowered his ax and stared at the commander of the guards, "I hope you have a good explanation by then."
Regent Victor von Doom couldn't help but sigh.
Although not everyone in the Praetorian Order thinks highly of themselves, their secrecy style can easily misunderstand others. He believed that it was necessary to inform the emperor of the conflict between the Praetorian Order and Aparisha. After all, genetic modification
The soldiers have the genetic characteristics of violence and bloodthirsty that the Guards do not have. If the two sides conflict, it will be an unacceptable loss - this team goes all the way down, and the armored convoy forms a defense line to block all attempts to enter the maintenance channel and intercept the mixed formation.
The powerful firepower of the team's ethereal alien entities prevented this special operations group from focusing all its attention on blocking the enemy forces in the rear. The outstanding performance of the genetically modified warriors resulted in fewer and fewer monsters tracking them. Later,
, Aparisha even ordered the genetically modified warriors to place the automatic turrets and then form another advancing front alone.
This decision allowed the special operations team to move nearly twice as fast.
Different from the quiet and precise fighting style of the Praetorian Guards, the battlefield of genetically modified warriors is filled with roars and violence. Each genetically modified warrior pours out the power that his body and power armor can exert into the etheric alien entity, and the electronic muscle beams emit
Overwhelmed metal screams. Brutal, brutal, and even efficient fighting stimulated everyone's nerves, so much so that Catherine and the Sisterhood also added their own firepower to this bloody ensemble.
The genetically modified warriors exerted unparalleled physical violence on the unorganized ethereal alien entities. It was not until the flesh and blood bodies of these ethereal aliens completely collapsed that the shield wall and firepower network they formed took an extremely solid step - the Imperial Guard Xiu
Will immediately penetrate the enemy formation and start a new round of strangulation. The garrison spear river rolled up a black and red flesh and blood storm, and the bursting gun flames flashed through the darkness like thunder - in the eyes of the genetically modified warriors, the guards led by
His approach was tantamount to falling into a trap, but his bloodthirsty violent impulse made him applaud this behavior. No matter what the differences between the genetically modified warriors and the Imperial Guards were on the mission, this wonderful battle was worthy of anyone.
The warriors with honor cheer.
The sudden high-level communication request was not intended for this violent process.
"Lord Regent, the First Army will complete its mission!"
Hearing Apalisia's voice on the communication channel, Constantine finally couldn't help curling his lips and gripping the handle of the spear. If possible, he wanted to add the word "childish" to Apalisia's file label. This
Obviously this is not the psychological characteristic that a genetically modified warrior should have, but Aparisha's behavior made Constantine think that he can match this label. "The guard commander's response was just to shake his head coldly, making it difficult to tell.
Knowing what he was thinking, the other guards standing next to Constantine did not respond. They were like cold machines, killing mechanically but accurately. "I will take over this mixed team now.
The command of the team." The leader of the First Army said loudly, "I will lead this team to the coordinates sent by the regent as quickly as possible, and the priority of the portal coordinates will be reduced to crimson."
Constantine stood in front of the last door.
"Except for the Order of the Praetorian Guard, all other armed personnel have joined the First Army and the chain of command. The Adeptus of the Praetorian Guard will return to continue the original mission. The First Army and the Sisters please arrive at the portal coordinates on time after the mission is completed."
The leader of the guards spoke faster. Catherine nodded, quickly stood with Tita, and began to fill the firepower gap of the genetically modified warriors until the gunfire began to stop and the deck was covered with bullet casings. Although she did not know that Victor von...
Why did Doom choose a location far away from the portal, but the emperor asked Catherine to listen to the regent's command throughout the process. Catherine believed that the emperor must have his own secret mission to complete. As for the location of the portal, in fact, no one was investigating
She didn't know before the plane arrived. She only knew that she and Constantine completed the mission in the dream. However, when she got here, she understood everything.
Now is not the time for her to move forward.
Constantine looked at this giant airlock door that was twenty meters high. The rusted alloy and steel walls dyed the entire deck red. The detection system of the power armor constantly indicated that there was high temperature behind the door. He took out the emperor's gift
After the key, the rusty gears made a labored cry, and the airlock door opened with an annoying slowness. Constantine caught a glimpse of a golden light flashing behind the door, and a steel wing spitting flames passed through the air and then
Falling rapidly, it was not until the genetically modified warriors and the sisterhood left one after another that the Guards Order began to communicate on the channel. "This is a very special mission." The Guards Commander seemed to understand something, "This is
Prophecy is also a prayer. He has locked in victory for us. Now we just need to follow the route He set."
"What does this mean, Commander?" Hannibal asked.
"Maximus and Black Bolt are still alive at this moment." Constantine said, "There is no linear time in another dimension, and subjective consciousness can affect objective facts. Now behind is the portal. He guides me to see the path to victory. Now
I will complete the order and you will wait here."
[When primitive humans drew hunting scenes on the rock wall, it was a prophetic ritual. This ritual prayed for smooth hunting and enough meat to be brought back to feed the tribe. What primitive humans drew was a scene from the future, locking in a suitable future. Kang
Standing's dream is a ritual that locks the future scene and achieves it in reality. The battle in the dream will be repeated in reality until we move towards the future I choose. 】
Constantine felt that everything in front of him was very familiar.
The huge mutated bodies of Maximus and Black Bolt, the air heated by molten iron, the phantom-like Praetorian Guards and Catherine - yes, there is another Catherine here. But compared to the one created out of thin air by the emperor
Catherine, this Catherine's body struggled between illusion and reality - she saw Constantine at a glance, and then glanced at another Praetorian Guard with the same vague figure, and understood everything in the blink of an eye.
.
"How many times is this?"
"The one hundred and twenty-ninth time." Constantine replied. He raised his spear, "It is also the last time."