Marvel Book of Magical Events

The collapse of the residential area is like some kind of loud noise beyond the range of human hearing. Even if the change is beyond the perception, it can still be detected. When the Kimilian clan settlement was officially declared to have been captured, the emperor's Thunder Eagle battle flag was firmly planted on the Kimilian clan's spire. Under the flag were the corpses of the Kimilian clan and a small number of other clans and aliens. His body was covered with wounds caused by chain saw weapons and bolt weapons. The Royal Court, which once held the military command of the Kimilian clan, lost all its glory and was chopped into pieces like a pile of garbage that no one cared about. Among the mountains of debris, only a few genetically modified warriors slept in the gradually cold blood and Meat.

Along the way, every corpse of the civilians of the Kimilian clan she came into contact with with her psychic power told her about the brutality of the human army. The heartfelt fear when seeing giants walking on the streets made Onomi The mistress felt terrified. Fear was followed by anger. Matron Onomi of the Kimilian clan was trembling with rage when she saw the scene in front of her. She couldn't tolerate the dignity of the royal court being trampled on, nor could she tolerate the massacre of the Kimilian clan by the human army. She stretched out her palm and pulled out the corpse of a genetically modified warrior with scars on the armor from the pile of corpses of her compatriots. Her armor was torn apart by the invisible force, and she furiously tore the limbs of the long-dead genetically modified warrior. The gene-edited, viscous, semi-coagulated blood was splashed out by the violent force, but it could not fall on Lord Onomi. On the mother's body.

Nail this body to the top of the tower! Her long and narrow horse face, which is common among the Kimilian Clan Inhumans, was filled with anger. No one can insult the Kimilian Clan without paying the price! I want those humans to sacrifice their lives. repay!

In the rage, no one in the royal court dared to resist the orders of Mother Onomi. Those Kimilian clan soldiers dragged the heavy corpses of the genetically modified warriors onto the pile of corpses, and then more than eight thousand steel balls exploded from the pile of corpses, blowing the approaching Kimilian clan soldiers into pieces.

Despicable! Mistress Onomi lowered her arms, and two high-speed flying steel balls fell less than half a meter away from her. Her anger seemed even more intense. They actually planted bombs in the bodies of soldiers who died in battle! Despicable people with no honor at all! All humans deserve to die!

She gripped the flesh tightly and gritted her flat teeth tightly, but she did not dare to actually use her spiritual power to move the corpses. She didn't know what the triggering devices of those bombs looked like. Any move she made might trigger more bombs hidden in the unknown. She had seen from the corpses of dead civilians that genetically modified soldiers used a bomb that could destroy buildings. Even the steel would turn into gas after a bright white flash. It was hard to say that there was no such danger in the huge pile of corpses. Weapons, she didn't think she could build protection against such terrifying heat in a short time.

She didn't dare to bet on whether those bombs would erupt with plasma, subatomic heat flow, or high-speed flying metal. Psychic power was not a panacea. As long as she chose the wrong type of protection, she would most likely die here. Maybe this world exists

Clean this place. The human army is evacuating. Let us find the survivors and go to the Gene Council. She took a deep breath, turned to her men and said, Find Black Bolt and tell him that we are leaving the moon. We will take back White room, activate the starship, tell the Gene Council to close the nexus gate. We have paid enough for Attilan, and now it is time to leave. We are Kimillians, not Attilan Inhumans.

As soon as she finished speaking, a bullet that cut through the air penetrated her neck, and then the sound of gunshots came from a distance.

Gronov Rutov immediately got up, holding the barrel of the gun that was still radiating heat, and disappeared into the ruins of the building wearing an optical camouflage cloak. The large-caliber explosive bomb easily broke the slender neck of the Kimilian clan. The pressure change caused the deuterium core to burn violently. Micro-fusion instantly burned the bones and muscles around the projectile into charcoal - the high temperature burned the shoulders and head black. , even the ribs were exposed - the rest of the Kimilian clan royal court just watched the mistress' headless body fall in front of them, and were so shocked that they couldn't speak. It took several seconds for these once well-dressed royal ministers to panic and seek cover, fearing that a sniper attack from the dark would fall on them.

The spire and flag are a bait, and even the corpses of genetically modified warriors and slain enemies that were not taken away in time can become traps. Gronov Rutov respected the Emperor's banner and his comrades, but he knew that even honor had to be put aside for the sake of victory. Now that the goal has been achieved, he and his team are about to evacuate from this area. The artillery strikes will come, and that is the job of the frontal combat troops.

The death of Mistress Oonomi of the Kimilian clan can declare the collapse of the Kimilian clan's organizational capabilities.

Commander Malcolm nodded, approving of Gronov Rutov's actions.

Although every genetically modified warrior is the most ruthless killing machine, the emperor gives the genetically modified warriors different talents, so that different genetically modified warriors can be combined with each other to meet all war situations and needs in this world. For example, Type 19 represented by Gronov Rutov can completely damage the opponent's command structure through violent means. Commander Malcolm read the files and knew that he had extremely powerful precision computing capabilities, which best met the emperor's needs for military officers in future wars, and could help the command department fully control the war situation and logistics operations.

He picked up the data pad and crossed out the label Organizational Degree of the Kimilian Clan.

The genetically modified warriors will gradually withdraw from the Kimilian clan settlement, and the mortal army and fire support troops will complete the final clearing mission. It is necessary for him to devote all his most powerful military forces to more brutal battlefields. He would write a simple report to ensure that the Emperor was informed of the incident, and Gronov Rutov's military conduct was definitely worthy of a medal.

We still don't know where Maximus is, Your Majesty. At this time, the emperor had arrived at the frontline command post. He has the highest military power in the chain of command. However, He is not some human bureaucrat. He always likes to command everywhere in areas that he is unfamiliar with. Even if He understands the military, he will not take back the delegated power. He trusts Commander Malcolm to do this. military decisions. Blackcard Burt's broadcast did not lead to Maximus. Commander Malcolm said, I wonder if the mystics of Kama Taj have any information related to it. Maybe they can help We found Maximus?”

This is very difficult, legion commander. Amon answered on behalf of the emperor. He didn't know why the alien named Jiaying was still with the emperor at this time. We only know that there are a large number of psychic reactions in Attilan. The only high-energy reaction that can be determined has been found, but it is not Maximus but a portal. The target uses the psychic reactions of a large number of extradimensional spiritual entities to hide itself , it will be difficult to find him unless we perform psychic divination.”

So can we do divination?

Amon shook his head. My lord suspects that the extradimensional spiritual entity adopts the method of possession. Since it was severely injured by my lord before coming to the material universe, it cannot exert its full power in the material universe. The Imperial Guard said, We can only Through the current hunting operation, determine the target's location through sightings. I assure you, Commander Malcolm Corps, we have prepared anti-psionic weapons. This is a war, and we will use any means.

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