Marvel Book of Magical Events

Tracer bullets burning with bright red flames marked the path of the metal storm in the night.

Compared with the solid steel dome, the main function of the gray rapid-hardening foam is to seal the gap and withstand the temperature difference between low and high temperatures in the void. This thick layer of sealing measures can be easily melted by the micro armor-piercing deuterium fusion warhead. Even if the old circulating oxygen generators start to operate automatically, even if the emergency repair system continues to spit out inert chemicals that were put into tanks thousands of years ago, the already thin air of the clan settlement cannot withstand multiple leaks.

This is what Olariel sees.

A few seconds ago, the civilians of the Kimilian clan were fleeing in panic, and then they fell to the ground and gasped for air, their eyes bloodshot and their hearts beating wildly. Or they may simply be sucked into the air together with some debris by the overpressure, escape from the airflow and fall freely to the ground, falling to a bloody pulp on the building. The broad main road leading directly to the clan royal court meeting hall was littered with building debris and civilian debris. The armored tracked vehicles of the human army mercilessly rolled over any obstacles that blocked them. Buildings were penetrated and toppled by armored vehicles' laser weapons. Buildings housing a large number of civilians were forcibly filled with burning refined chemical fuels. Thick smoke rose straight up. Flames jumped in the smoke columns and gathered into a cloud on the steel dome. A pungent black cloud.

Despair flooded Olarir's mind like crossing the twilight line of the moon and submerging into the dark side of eternity. From this moment on, all orders, all visions, and all pride were torn to pieces, and the cry for survival became the guide for body movements. The only instruction. They said that the Kimilian clan was a cold, mysterious, and unhuman clan; they said that the Kimilian clan was so obsessed with witchcraft that they had forgotten the power of steel and the body; they said that the Kree Empire would destroy the Kimilian clan. Transformed into cold souls, their hearts will not melt because of the love of companionship.

Olariel can assure anyone that these rumors are correct.

Until now, everything he saw had subverted those theories. Several civilians who had undergone simple psychic training loudly chanted spells that they should not know, trying to use the power of their souls to stop the chemicals that were licking the walls and flowing upward. Flames; security force officers armed with weapons, led dozens of civilians also armed with weapons to hide in the ruins of buildings, trying to ambush the armored vehicles of the human army passing in front of them.

But all struggles proved to be in vain.

The psyker who tried to stop the flames with a spell stood on the roof, was choked by the smoke, fell straight into the flames, and burned to death without a word. Immediately afterwards, weak but continuous explosions sounded in the building, and the magnificent deep purple flames engulfed the fire and swept the entire building with more violence. The strange figure danced wildly in the flames, and then disappeared; the security force officer who led the civilian resistance used a loop broadcast device to notify everyone using the military communication channel—that is, Olarial and his team— —Notify his identity, prove that he is a member of the Black Bolt clan alliance, and ask all those with combat capabilities to go to a certain location to join him in the fight against the invaders. But a few minutes later, he and the civilians who raised their guns to shoot at the armored vehicles were attacked by black-armored human genetically modified warriors that they had never seen before emerging from the shadows. I didn't even hear the sound of the shield breaking.

What should we do, Commander? a Kimilian warrior asked eagerly.

I...I don't know.

Commander! Another soldier pointed to the burning spire in the distance and handed over the night vision binoculars. There is something there!

In the dazzling firelight, some tiny shadows are easily overlooked.

But in the telescope's high-resolution magnified images, what's hidden by the dancing light is clearly visible.

Olariel gasped as the chemical-smelling air from the respirator was poured into his lungs without any scruples. He saw the bodies hanging on the wizard's spire sculpture, with their feet facing down, swaying in the hot air rising from the sky - those bodies were wearing the gorgeous robes of wizards, but they were not as majestic as they were when they were alive. His arrogance and vanity had long since disappeared without a trace along with the huge wounds on his chest and abdomen, as well as his internal organs that were extruded by negative pressure and burned by fire. They looked like open fish, with white ribs cut through them like victims being dissected in a morgue.

The horrific sight made Olariel sweat like rain. Radio control was released. As long as the Kimilian clan and other Inhuman armies opened the communication system, painful screams and wails would immediately block all communication channels, just like an esophagus filled with glass shards.

If Olariel opens the video communication channel at this time, you will find that the horrific images of the Kimilian clan wizards being executed have been spread everywhere. Any Attilan alien who turns on the TV and wants to understand the situation will definitely watch it. to the hijacked signals relaying the tragic deaths of the Inhumans. The Gene Council urgently banned all propaganda facilities from broadcasting information other than mobilization orders. However, many civilians in other settlements—including the Spire where the Birdman Clan is located—witnessed the tragedy of the Kimillian Clan with their own eyes. Perhaps some Inhuman civilians planned to resist the invaders after seeing this tragic scene, but the genetically modified warriors would not give the Inhuman civilians time to change their minds, and they also did not give the Attilan royal family time to muster courage for the Inhuman civilians. Because they were executing orders and running hastily for their lives, Olariel and his hundred-man escort missed this message that triggered fear and riots.

Captain Gronov Rutov stood in the shadows, overlooking the burning city.

From the thermal imaging perspective, the city looked like a fire. Every mutant alive, whether hiding behind a brick wall or a metal bunker, is invisible to Captain Gronov Rutov. His claws and arm armor were stained with blood, and the digital crest on the matte black power armor was covered in blackened blood - two hours was enough for a tactical team and tactical support team to destroy the city and kill them all Every creature in sight - the Emperor ordered him to bring destruction to this mutant city, then he would do it, the actions of the Kimilian clan and their own genetic mutation amounted to a refusal of surrender , and signed the judgment. There was only one verdict on that piece of parchment, and that was death.

Rumbling explosions were heard in the distance, and dull roars of distortion and distortion continued to sound from the steel dome. Metal deforms, rocks crack, and the fire of justice rains down from the sky to burn this sinful city to ashes. The Kimilian Clan mutants no longer try to cross the street. Even if the building is about to collapse, they are unwilling to leave the shelter of the masonry, because every time someone tries to cross the street, bullets come from nowhere and cleave the air. The unlucky guy was blasted several meters away and turned into a pile of broken bones and meat.

The invisible god of death stalks the city.

Captain Gronov Rutov exhaled and aimed his aim at the target in another building. The target is obscured by building debris, but this is not difficult for genetically modified warriors. The computer of this sniper bolt gun automatically adjusts the design parameters, and the muzzle silencer will automatically release sound waves to neutralize gunfire, regardless of these variants. No matter how people look for traces of genetically modified warriors, they are unlikely to find any clues.

The time for death has arrived.

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