Chapter 1605 Chapter 1601 Moon War (One Hundred and Seventeen)
Author: Don't say anything sad
Chapter 1605 Chapter 1601 Moon War (One Hundred and Seventeen)
Amon remained silent, listening to the emperor's explanation of the most critical battle in the Battle of Attilan.
[Is this happening in the etheric world, or in my brain?]
[Is this important? Dreams are the bridge between the physical universe and the etheric dimension. When the original shaman drank mushroom soup with hallucinogenic ingredients, saw miracles in a trance and conveyed the future to the tribal leader, the shaman's dream even
The shaman itself is a bridge. Among all the schools of magic throughout the ages, subjects related to dreams and souls are always the most profound, elusive, and mysterious, because dreams and souls point directly to the origin of magic and are difficult for intellectual creatures to understand.
The madness and chaos of the world. This world is the fulcrum through which we influence the material universe, but the existence deep within the veil has the same idea.】
The wise man in a crimson robe stood side by side with Amon. Molten steel was boiling under the deck at their feet, and the scalding heat caused the power armor's detection system to alarm wildly. The tactical sight glass was filled with dazzling white and red-hot light.
It filled the entire space. Every trace of air was heated and filled with the smell of hot metal.
Whether it was Catherine or Constantine, Maximus or Black Bolt, none of them seemed to have seen the existence of the Emperor and Amon. There were many corpses here. The alloy ceiling was torn apart by the stress of the shock, and the red molten iron was like waves.
The surging, splashing, and molten iron hit the shell of the giant plasma reactor in the center like waves. The edges of the flesh and blood attached to the shell were gnawed out with irregular scorch marks. Countless energy lines and pipes were torn off and popped out.
Electric sparks and steam, many corpses or fragments fell here along the inclined cracks and were smashed to pieces, and then were scorched by the hot floor. Through the thick smoke rising from the burning of human fat, the wise man calmly turned his palms, like
It's about holding an invisible key.
The giant monster that had just rushed in front of him was now returning along the route it had taken when it came. The broken rusty brackets were rejoined as if going back in time, and the new surface disappeared in a flash. Amon saw the wise man frowning worriedly.
Frowning, the movements of the blurry golden-armored guard also rewinded with his movements, like a video played backwards. The wise man let go of his hand, and then the world seemed like a wind-up toy.
Running so fast, the giant monster once named Maximus did not rush in front of them, but the guard did not thrust out the guard spear like before, like a bullfighter thrusting out a short spear.
, but fired directly at close range to shatter Maximus' thick ribs that made up the armor.
Then the world turned upside down again.
This process was repeated thousands of times, until the last time the scene was frozen, the guard's spear accurately inserted into Maximus's muscularly mutated, bull-like neck, accurately cutting off the arteries twisted into varicose veins.
Tumors, blood as black as crude oil splashed out. Amon remained focused, calculating the variables produced each time he thrust out the garrison spear, and the consequences of the accumulation of these variables. The wise man stretched out his hand again, as if it had been a century.
The boring journey was just a blink of an eye. He tirelessly turned the invisible clockwork key in the air again. The garrison spear that pierced Maximus's neck was pulled out; the garrison spear slid down and cut off the collarbone, seemingly with every movement
All need to be calculated until a final answer that is perfect enough is obtained.
Constantine was certain that he had witnessed this scene countless times.
The memory of the Praetorian Guards will never fade. It is not a brain disease like hyperamnesia that cannot distinguish between the past and the present, but the function of an extremely advanced brain evolved through genetic alchemy, even if that memory is only in dreams.
appeared in it, but as long as it was a fragment that the emperor thought he needed to remember, he would remember every detail. He was sure that the monster once named Maximus would pass by him, and it would
The scales will scratch a slight dent on the surface of his power armor. As long as he thrusts back the spear given by the emperor, he can pierce Maximus's carotid artery network and turn around again.
, the decomposition force field and the spear blade can also successfully cut off Maximus' collarbone.
That's what he did, and a dark line of blood sprayed into the air.
"Go on, monster."
The leader of the Imperial Guard retreated a step back, dodging the sharp claws that cut through the air. The gyroscope of the power armor and the semicircular canals of the inner body allowed Constantine to maintain balance and stability at the limit, just like a balance beam gymnast.
With such quick movements, every attack from Black Bolt ended in failure. The guard commander hit the end of the spear handle with his backhand on Black Bolt's hyena-like snout. Several mutated canine teeth turned into powder, and the scene was dramatic.
The pain made the latter stagger a few steps and then rushed forward.
His astonishing dynamic vision captured a bomb that pierced the air flying past his eyes, and he reacted instantly. A ball of blood burst out from Black Bolt's shoulder, and he staggered towards the commander of the guards, but
But it was not as ferocious as before. There was no hesitation, or even the slightest breath. Constantine immediately rotated the spear, and the blade accurately passed through the rapidly shrinking throat pouch of Black Bolt King's throat, and weak sound waves spurted out together with blood.
The Guards Commander took the opportunity to step on Black Bolt's bent knees with his heavy combat boots. He stretched out his hand like lightning and grabbed the latter's forehead, and smashed Black Bat's knee armor with the roaring human face relief.
At the same time, he inserted the spear into its thigh and fired. In the blink of an eye, he made Black Bolt fall to the ground bleeding. Maximus, who had completely lost his mind and turned into a beast, saw
There was a roar at this scene. The red-hot firelight reflected from below, making the golden armor shine brightly, the gold was hot, and the hot wind surged from below and blew Constantine's shirt to rustle.
"You're going to die here today, I'm sure of it."
He opened his eyes and locked the tactical speculum on Dinah, who was walking up the steps carrying the tray.
When he closed his eyes and entered dreamland, Dinah had just raised her feet.
"This is just a moment. There is no correspondence between the dream and the linear time of the material universe." Amon paused, and at the emperor's instruction, the Imperial Guard picked up the wine glass on the tray. "The shortest battle in the dream lasted
It has exceeded Earth Standard Time by ten minutes, forty-six seconds and twenty-eight milliseconds. After many observations and evaluations, I believe that this time can continue to be shortened, provided that the main combatant has the same observation experience as me and is also a standard-trained person.
The ability of the commander of the Imperial Guard is enough to be worth thousands of observations. If he has also experienced the same dream, then this time can continue to be shortened. I have no doubt about it. But I am still not sure. What I saw
Whether the scene is the scene when the leader is fighting, I don't understand why you want to let me sleep and explain all this to me."
"Because you need to understand another dimension, Amon, this is your task."
Amon looked at Dinah.
This artificial man is not a complete life assistant, but a senior officer who is in charge of many of the emperor's secrets like the commander of the guards. Without Dinah, the security system established by the Guards Order regarding food safety, daily necessities, etc. would not be possible.
Successfully established. "Now more than half of the armed forces and logistics supplies belonging to the First Army, the Praetorian Order, the Sisters' Monastery and the Auxiliary Army are on the moon, and only a small part of them are still in orbit waiting for transportation. If you plan to attack Ka
In Ma Taj's words, we must consider our current military strength and diplomatic influence, as well as the risk of Kam Taj being exposed. We cannot use the armed forces with obvious Yugoslav federal defense military strength to attack Kam Taj located in the South Asian subcontinent and the Tibetan Plateau.
, at least until the part that was not used in the Battle of Attilan is sent back to Earth by shuttle."
"I just need to bring a few people with me. Please bring me my shield... I really didn't see this."
"Lord, what are you talking about..."
Dinah originally wanted to ask something else, but the gorgeously decorated Venetian full-length mirror that was placed in the front hall and was now used for decoration suddenly exploded, and the small mirror fragments sunk toward the lining, and sank into a deep place.
In the black hole at the bottom. The woman who came out of the black hole made Dinah swallow her words. She lowered her head to show respect, but Amon had already pointed the blade and muzzle of the garrison spear at the woman in black leather clothing.
——Not many people have the transmission key of this castle. Psyker slaves underground in the castle induce dreams 24 hours a day, which also protects the castle from being detected and analyzed by prophecy spells to a certain extent.
What's more, as the emperor himself is the designer and controller of the psychic protection array, very few people in this world can powerfully dismantle the protection and teleport to the castle through the mirror. Now that the castle defense is empty, the guards' nerves are very nervous.
Until the emperor allowed him to let down his guard.
"It's her. Don't worry, Amon."
"I never trust witches. I have seen some files of witches. They are too dangerous, and being in a relationship with you does not reduce their danger."
"I can hear what you are saying, Toy Tin Soldier." Bayonetta raised her eyes and raised her glasses with the muzzle of her gun. After a few more seconds, she frowned impatiently, "You still
Do you want to stand on the steps and talk to me, dear?"
"I don't think a witch should be involved in this matter."
"Don't forget the help the Master Supreme has given you, ████, not to mention that this matter is related to the security of the earth."
The emperor fell silent, frowning and staring at Bayonetta, and the white-haired witch who then walked out of the mirror. They were wearing combat uniforms and holding weapons. They looked tall and fierce, exuding themselves as usual.
Unbridled and coquettish charm. "Athena told you this? That's right. Only she could conceal the direction of fate from me inadvertently and cover your coming here." The emperor held the holy sword, lowered his head and stroked the gorgeous
Jian Ge. This sword has been with him for a long time. The first target killed by this sword in his hand was a clone of a god. It can be said that it has fulfilled its mission. "I will tell you, I won't
I have forgotten the help that the Supreme Master has given me. I regard the Supreme Master as a relative, but I will not forget the ideals of the Supreme Master. I will never forget the day I took over this sword, because it was from that day on that I truly understood who I am.
I understand who I am. There are always things in this world that are more important than life. Bayonetta, Jeanne, you should return to that island now. I have other arrangements for you."
"Would you wield a weapon against us?"
The emperor raised his eyes and said, "Yes."
A bright blue light illuminated the face of the priestess Fei Lier. She was wearing some red robes and walking nimbly down the rusty deck steps. In this dim passage, this bright blue light was mixed with the rows of burning
The torches have become the last hope for this group of mutants on the bottom deck. However, the heart of the priestess Philelle is not as relaxed as she appears. She leads this group of mutants with horns, scales, feathers and other deformed limbs.
The human believers walked for a long time, and even the sudden earthquake did not interrupt their pilgrimage. However, the priestess Fei Lier saw the same scene in front of her more than once - at first she could also use the star castle design to convince
herself, but as the environment became darker and darker as she went deeper, her heart began to waver a little, even if it was the oracle that she went to the spiritual world to listen to the gods in person - she seemed to hear the harsh ridicule.
There was a ringing in her ears, but when she listened carefully she found that it was just the noise coming from the rusty deck stairs.
"Continue going down, we are very close to the gate of heaven."
She turned her head and encouraged her followers with the words she repeated no less than ten times. This time the response she received was still enthusiastic, which made her feel a little relieved. However, she also heard some whispers in the mutant team. Some mutants began
Complaints that the soles of their feet (hooves, etc.) have been cut by the rusty deck edges. To make matters worse, some mutants began to suspect that they had walked this road before. You must know that this area was a restricted area in the past, even if
Mutants who scavenge for a living will not return to this barren place.
"The messengers of God have been waiting for us at the gate of heaven for a long time. Hurry up, believers of the gods, sweet water and rich food will be waiting for us at the end. That will be the reward of the gods for our devout faith, you all
We are disciples who believe in the goodness of the truth of the universe. Once we get there, we will enjoy the blessings given by the gods forever."