Marvel Book of Magical Events

Chapter 1534 Moon War (50)

The dense bullets were like heavy rain hitting the steel roof. The sound reminded Aparisha of her life in the slums when she was a child. Hungry, cold, rock CDs and large posters of blondes scattered all over the floor. Hunger, anger, arguments and needles strewn about the floor. Hunger, pain, and scolding. Hungry, crying and nothing else. But the memories were soon interrupted by the sound of gunfire. The genetically modified warriors silently held up their shields and put the muzzles of their guns on the firing ports of the shields. They stopped every few steps forward to form a moving steel wall, which they pulled in an orderly manner. Use the trigger to kill every enemy who exposes himself from behind the bunker at the end of the corridor, gradually reducing the enemy's activity space.

Aparisha stood behind the steel wall, holding the execution ax tightly in her hand. He watched the mutant army gradually collapse under the pressure of the genetically modified warriors, like a dam made of sand trying to block a rushing river. At first, there were only one or two deserters, but the unwavering advancement of the genetically modified warriors allowed the mutants to Fear was felt at the spiritual level. The inevitable fear of death squeezed their spirits like a steel city wall, squeezing out the remaining fear in their bones and blood. More and more mutant soldiers are crumbling, but every mutant who leaves the bunker and is exposed to the shooting range will be attacked.

Aparisha didn't bother to let the deserters go and let the mutants' defenses collapse on their own. He just wanted to kill those mutants. The genetically modified warriors did not waste any firepower. One ammunition was enough to eliminate a mutant with great physical strength. When they advanced to a distance of less than five meters from the bunker, the genetically modified warriors launched a charge. The heavy shields like tank armor plates smashed into the mutants who had gathered to try to resist. The last few explosive bombs harvested the final blow at close range. s life.

The armored troops followed immediately, and Apalisha and his escorts holding shields stepped onto the open crew compartment of an armored personnel carrier, and as the armored vehicle squeezed through the boiling black smoke, they came to another front. The hot wind, thin smoke and ashes set off by the ignited corpses poured into the crew compartment of the armored vehicle. Apalisha watched indifferently as the tumbling ashes and ashes fell on the cloak on her shoulders. Behind her helmet, sweat slid down towards the seal of the neck armor. This cloak was originally dark red, waterproof, fireproof, and tough. But now, the cloak condensed with blackened blood looks like a huge bat wing spread out, and the sharp claws made of ashes firmly grasp the shoulder armor, hooking out several bloody scars.

The artillery bombardment shook the air, and the broken shell of Attilan Star Castle leaked a large amount of ice crystal-like air clouds. The instantaneous expansion of the explosion shock wave pushed away and shattered the air clouds and bodies and debris sucked out by the overpressure. Mars technicians walk in the middle of the battlefield wearing heavy protective space suits. Overpressure squeezed the heavy corpses, and Martian technicians struggled to immobilize the genetically modified warriors who were injured and dying or already dead. They encountered a strong enemy here, Apalixia thought to himself. He saw the weapon The armor of the tactical team was shattered, and the tough flesh exploded and flew away for no reason, spraying a rain of blood along the way. The armor fragments were squeezed into the bones and flesh, and the body was submerged into the steel plate that melted into molten iron.

Other genetically modified warriors finishing the fight were firing explosive rounds at each mutant corpse, confirming the enemy's death.

There once was a psyker here, Aparisha thought.

This kind of weird battlefield damage cannot be caused by any known weapon. The lightning-like scars on the power armor are also an important basis for judging psychic energy damage. He was amazed by the tenacity of these warriors and praised them without hesitation. He saw the power armor being torn from the inside out, and the internal organs and muscles of the soldiers were torn apart, but their fingers still held the trigger tightly and threw the plasma grenades on their belts. They drew their combat knives and ran forward until their magazines were emptied.

Malcolm. Constantine. Apalixia nodded towards the other two senior officers in the command post. As for Dinah, who was also wearing power armor and carrying a giant chain sword on her back, she was ignored, because the sisterhood's current task is to defend those occupied areas and fight against the Alpha primitives who came up from the bottom of the star fort, as well as others who were affected by biochemical pollution. Monsters that grow out of the lightless darkness at the bottom of the Star Castle using special mutated substances. You summoned me. He glanced at the spear in Malcolm's hand, pretending not to care. The weapon made of mysterious technology was given to Malcolm by the Emperor, but he always believed that he was more qualified to receive the weapon and the honor. I have assembled my troops as required and cleared all traffic nodes. Now is the best time to launch a full-scale attack. Why not?

Based on intelligence feedback, the Attilan royal family issued a mobilization order. Constantine said. Aparisha and Malcolm, who arrived at the headquarters not long ago, are almost the same height as him, but these two warriors have more battle scars on their faces. I have asked Commander Malcolm to send more special operations teams. Those operations teams will attack the Attilan mutant rear from the outside when we launch the offensive, and seize and protect the mutant genetic laboratory. Seize the laboratory and data take precedence over killing mutants. With those labs and data, we can figure out how the Kree Empire genetically engineered humans in the past...perhaps, we will have the tools to cure millions of people on Earth Potential Inhuman technology.”

Aparisha didn't question it, he was used to it.

The Emperor's vision was too far-sighted for anyone to understand, for anyone to imagine His plans. Human abilities, desires and cognition have limits, but the emperor does not. This is why he is worshiped or hated. However, countless times reality has shown that the emperor is right. The explorer who is lost and stumbling forward always can find the right path for them. Perhaps the Imperial Guard could understand, but Aparisha didn't want to think about it. His duty was only to fight and clear the obstacles on the right path.

Where's the mutant psyker?

Dead. Malcolm said indifferently, Kama Taj Mystic believed that the enemy had predicted my arrival, so he arranged a small team to intercept my shuttle. The help of the Praetorian Order was very timely. , the mystics of Kama Taj also provided some help. I need you to strengthen the strength of these attack routes, Apalisha, and the artillery troops are on standby at any time. They have now obtained more ammunition supplies, which can meet the following requirements The offensive needs. He looked at Constantine, and finally drowned the question in his throat... He did not see the emperor and other guards at the headquarters. Only Constantine stayed here, sitting in the headquarters until he rushed Come take over the chain of command. He wanted to ask Constantine if he knew where the emperor had gone, but he also realized that even if Constantine knew, he would not be able to tell him the answer. No matter what, the emperor's whereabouts must be related to the Beware of psychic anomalies and spiritual entities notice that was issued to every team not long ago, otherwise the emperor would never allow Kamathaj to participate in serious military operations.

There are two places where psychic phenomena are concentrated. One is the Kimilian clan settlement, and the other is the Attilan royal family settlement, which is the Inhuman settlement with the least potential mutation. Constantine said, attack this place. The battle groups at both locations need to protect the accompanying Kama Taj mystics. They are professionals, and their skills will come in handy when faced with problems that bolt bombs and sword blades cannot solve.

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