Chapter 1607 Chapter 1603 Moon War (One Hundred and Nineteen)
Author: Don't say anything sad
Steel wings cut through the twists and turns of the space, and a lady in black armor wearing a golden lily emblem held a flame and poured death on the ragged and hungry mutant believers. They did not care about the stampede and fall of the mutant believers due to panic.
Begging, screaming and cursing, he continued to pull the trigger toward the densest part of the crowd and spray out sticky and hot fuel.
When the muscles, fat and bones burned, they produced large amounts of thick smoke. Through the high-precision thermal imaging mode of the tactical sight glass, they could see the bodies of the panicked and crowded mutant believers in the flames being burned into emaciated charcoal. Those who had not yet been
The mutant believers affected by the flames crowded on the steep stairs, pleading to the battle sisters wearing steel wings - any words uttered from the mutants' mouths could only get one response - dense explosions hitting the steel
Mutant believers on the stairs, a huge roar exploded in the empty crypt, corpses and rain of blood rained down from the suspended side of the steel stairs like waterfalls. Then the spiral grew on the outer steel wall,
Once used to transport workers, the several sections of steel stairs riddled with holes were softened and burned through by the fire. The power armor's friend-or-enemy detection system and thermal imaging vision tracked hundreds of flashing red dots and explosive shells.
Falling into the abyss together, like a heavy rain.
Tita didn't look back at the mutant knocked down from her side.
Time seemed to slow down, and she knew that the mutant's big, frightened eyes had seen her. Even though the mutant was still alive, he was still roaring loudly with his herbivore-like mouth, waving his deformed hooves, and falling explosively.
The shell casings hit its broken skull, and Tita was unwilling to waste any attention on the mutant who was dying. Its dirty hooves could not touch her, and its rough vocal cords could not utter any profanity.
With the sound of the sound, Tita felt the thrust of the steel wings on her back. She had only one target. The power armor's identification friend or foe system had already locked the target for her with the help of the unmanned reconnaissance drone - she had to be faster. The knights were absolutely
The spoils of war will not be given to her, but she must make the heretic in this incident repent - this has nothing to do with military goals, but with equally important things such as faith, culture, and inheritance.
Although the reconnaissance drone lost its lock on the target in the chaotic scene, Tita had an intuition that her target was still alive. Even if she had never seen the target face to face, she could still smell the stench of blasphemous faith.
The other two battle sisters followed her flight trajectory and hit the team of believers like meteors. As soon as they landed, the knights cursed and stopped shooting - after a round of shooting, all the mutants in front of the team were going crazy.
He retreated, while the mutants behind were pushing forward desperately, even those with weapons could not use them.
It doesn't take much time to kill such chaotic cultists. The knights picked up their melee weapons and rushed into the crowd.
One explosive bomb can penetrate the bodies of many mutants. Even if some mutants have exoskeletons, they cannot withstand warheads specially made for light armor. Making such a bomb requires many giant smelters and foundries, and high
Precision metal processing factories, precision machinery foundries, large and complex chemical systems, rail freight transportation and a series of high-end industrial systems. Even if mass manufacturing can reduce costs, the price of such an explosive bomb today is far beyond what ordinary countries can accept.
To the extent that it is used as the main ammunition, the value of the explosive bombs transported to the Attilan Star Fortress on the moon has increased several times. The lives of these mutants who do not have much armed capabilities are not as valuable as a single explosive bomb.
But the knights don't consider the cost issue at all. It's just data placed on the desk of bureaucrats. They save ammunition just to prepare for the subsequent battle. Empty a magazine is already their importance to this group of mutant cultists.
In comparison, the high-speed rotating single-molecule red-hot blade, the extremely heavy war hammer, and the forearm-long combat knife are all the most suitable weapons, but the sisterhood battle sisters led by Tita have already rushed in before them.
The crowd cut open the tightly packed limbs and paved a bloody road to the target. The knights quickly caught up and joined Tita in attacking the mutants. It seemed that they were killing those who tried to
The mutants who fled backwards liberated a lot of space, or the mutants who were attacked by flamethrowers from behind also planned to escape. At this moment, the so-called pilgrim team finally began to squirm.
"You have a flamethrower, why don't you use it?" Aparisha asked Tita in the communication while waving the execution axe. "What do you want, Tita? According to the plan, your combatants should
Stay at the end and middle of the line, cutting off the mutant line with fire. You should stay there to make sure this tactic is executed perfectly. Or have you finally learned that swords are much better than guns?"
The upturned tone of the knight's last sentence didn't make Tita laugh.
She concentrated on killing the mutants in front of her, regardless of whether they resisted or not.
She swings the sword very fast, and the decomposition force field on the sword allows her to cut through muscles and bones like butter, without having to worry about the weapon getting stuck. Aparisha also has to admit that Tita's swordsmanship is superb. She
Although her strength cannot be compared with that of genetically modified warriors, her exquisite swordsmanship and speed show that she has received quite professional guidance and training - the other two battle sisters who smashed into the mutant crowd with her also used the same weapons.
France. It is said that this is because the sisterhood received education from the emperor when it was first founded. Within this armed group, the duel combat skills taught by the emperor are skills that only high-ranking commanders can learn - the group fighting skills that Tita now displays
He can still be called a master. There is no complete body or limb between the blades. Although not all the mutants who fell to the ground are dead, they have all lost the ability to move. Occasionally, they use plasma pistols to blast out a scorching stench in the crowd.
Passage of smell and smoke to prevent yourself from being surrounded.
"The target is a cultist."
"There are cultists everywhere here." Apalixia smoothly used the battle ax to cut the mutants in front of him in half. The large number of casualties made the ground of this set of steel stairs extremely slippery, and the large amount of blood was like running water.
Falling from the edge of the stairs into the abyss like a crimson waterfall, corpses, wounded and internal organs were squeezed in every moment, and the echo of the impact was heard a long time later. "This should not be the task assigned to you by the regent.
Bar?"
"This is a task given to me by His Majesty. If possible, I want to catch the priestess with my own hands. She is the leader of this sect and one of the culprits who opened the portal. What I want is the complete prisoner, Ah
Parisa.”
"So do you know where she is?"
"My intuition tells me that she is here. She is still alive, and the ether has given her strength and luck."
Tita cut open the neck of a mutant and pressed him against the railing to bleed. At the same time, she used her other hand to tightly grasp the scorpion tail that shot out like lightning from another mutant, mercilessly
Pulling out the tail and spine together, it was astonishingly efficient. She squinted her eyes, and a strong intuition made her focus on a figure running away in a panic not far away. Compared with other figures that were seriously deformed due to chemical pollution,
The mutant, that figure looked quite beautiful, with the sacred human shape still intact, but Tita could smell the disgusting stench of blasphemy. The Identification Friend or Foe system could not determine whether it was the target, but Tita's intuition
But yes, the intense emotion and inexplicable hatred made her breathe harder unconsciously.
Catherine, who also accepted the order, did not directly participate in the battle. Like other battle sisters, she was equipped with steel wings, but the steel wings she used were wider and as flexible as real wings. Tita saw Catherine spread her wings and emerged from the giant fusion
It flew past the reactor, pounced like an eagle on the crowd of mutants below, accurately struck a specific target with the long sword in its hand, and then rose again. The knights could not understand Catherine's choice of targets, but Tita knew that Catherine
The target is those mutants who have the strongest belief in blasphemy. Regardless of whether the other person's appearance is severely deformed, they are also the emperor's artificial humans, and they all have the same intuition.
"My instincts have always been spot on, Aparisha, she needs to be judged."
Constantine quickened his pace to dodge the attack, like a dexterous bullfighter in golden armor.
Both sides of this battle have extraordinary speed and strength.
The supernaturally grown muscles under the enemy's black and purple skin tightened, and the smelly and hot breath struck his armor with anger. Constantine stretched out his palm and grabbed Maximus's firm spine. The huge force dragged
Pulling him forward, the iron deck and mesh grille wrinkled and curled like paper under his boots. Constantine felt that his shoulder joint was almost pulled out of dislocation, even so he held the other hand
The arm of the spear remained steady. The sharp blade flashing with thunder and lightning cut across a semicircle, slicing the skin of Maximus' neck and the back of his head. Although his soul was wrapped in anger, the black bristles growing on Maximus' back were keenly aware of it.
In the air stirred by the spear, at the moment when the sharp blade almost penetrated the skull, he lowered his head with a reaction speed that ordinary people could not match, and avoided the fatal blow.
The wound caused by the spear never healed. The smelly blood was burned into white smoke by the pure flame. Even the smallest wound would bring the most intense pain. The unnatural blood dripped until it inevitably oxidized.
The mesh grille that became fragile due to the reaction immediately emitted a sizzling sound, and the smell of irritating gunpowder, the smell of gun flames burning hair, and the smell of ozone emitted by burning oxygen atoms in the decomposition force field filled every room here.
An inch of air, heated by the molten iron river below, continues to rise upwards, and nuclear radiation smoke and dust slowly rise upwards along with the thick smoke.
Maximus did not stop. It turned its body crazily and crashed into the wall, trying to crush the guard commander to death. Constantine quickly let go of the spine, relying on the inertia of the giant beast's turn to throw himself out, looking at the giant beast.
The beast slowly stopped after crashing through a steel support. Before Maximus could get up from the ground, he shot Maximus twice in the forehead and knees. The heavy beast was hit by the explosion.
Pushed by the resistance, Constantine staggered back a few steps, and Constantine's last shot directly hit the deck in front of Maximus, causing the broken deck to fall downwards with it.
He did not have time to check the results of his victory. When he saw the molten iron engulfing Maximus, Constantine had to face another challenge. He heard the dull heartbeat and the blood flowing in his veins. From the external air circulation device of the helmet
I smelled the smell of blood. It was not the smell of human blood, but an unnatural blood mixed with festering flesh and a weird musk smell.
Visible psychic sound waves hit from behind. Constantine turned around in time to let his thickest shoulder armor resist the sonic impact, but the strong thrust still made him take a small step back. The psychic sound waves not only affect the material level,
The unbearable piercing screams poured directly into the ears of the guard commander. The noise filtering system in the helmet did not work at all and could not even detect the existence of sound waves.
Constantine, with no expression on his face, rushed forward a few steps under the strong thrust, stretched out his arm and thrust out the spear.
Perhaps because he still had some sense left, Blackcard Burt flapped the broken bat wings subconsciously. These wings used a method that completely violated the physical laws of the material universe to generate impossible thrust, driving its body to float to avoid the spear.
The blade. But it did not escape the next attack. Constantine pulled the trigger, and the explosive bomb hit the skull of Black Card Botton, and it fell to the ground like a big bat. The commander of the Praetorian Guards exploded instantly
With an astonishing speed, he rushed towards the fallen Blackcade Burt, holding his spear tightly in his arm, like a fierce knight charging.
The Praetorian Guards collided with the falling beast, which was as deafening as the falling industrial forging hammer.
The spear pierced the body of Blackcard Bertegang. The guard commander used the spear to prop up the giant beast that was two meters taller than himself, and relied on the inertia of running to push it to the edge of the deck. The latter angrily used his weapon
The claws clasped Constantine's shoulder armor, trying to open its huge mouth to bite his helmet. The next moment, gunfire rang out in the chest of the giant beast, and the huge monster was immediately blown away.
"Don't do it again." The guard commander blinked helplessly towards the darkness where the naked eye could not see.