Marvel Magic Event Book

Chapter 1538 Lunar War ([-])
The first thousand and 530 chapters and four moon wars (fifty)
The dense bullets were like a torrential rain beating on the steel roof. This sound reminded Aparicia of her childhood life in the slums.Hungry, cold, littered with rock CDs and massive posters of blondes.Hunger, anger, arguments and needles scattered all over the floor.Hunger, pain and scolding.Hungry, crying and nothing else.But the memories were quickly interrupted by the sound of gunshots. The genetically modified fighters held their shields silently, and put their guns on the firing ports of the shields. The trigger kills every enemy who exposes himself from the cover at the end of the corridor, gradually reducing the enemy's activity space.

Aparicia stood behind the steel city wall, clutching the execution ax tightly in her hand.He watched the mutant army gradually collapse under the pressure of the genetically modified fighters, like a dam made of sand trying to hold back a rushing river. At first there were only one or two deserters, but the genetically modified fighters pushed forward unswervingly, allowing the mutants to Fear was felt on the spiritual level, and the unavoidable fear of death squeezed their spirits like a steel city wall, squeezing out the only fear left in their bones and blood.More and more mutant soldiers were scattered, but every mutant who left the bunker and was exposed to fire was attacked.

Aparicia didn't bother to let the deserters go and let the mutants' defenses break down on their own. He just wanted to kill those mutants.The genetically modified fighters did not waste any firepower, and a single ammunition was enough to eliminate a mutant with great physical strength.When advancing to a distance of less than five meters from the bunker, the genetically modified fighters launched a charge. The heavy shields like tank armor shattered the mutants who had gathered trying to resist, and the last few bombs harvested the last of them at close range. s life.

The armored troops followed, and Aparicia and his shield-holding escort stepped into the open crew compartment of an armored personnel carrier, and as the armored vehicle squeezed through the boiling black smoke, it came to another front.The hot wind, thin smoke, and ashes from the ignited corpse poured into the crew compartment of the armored vehicle. Apatricia watched indifferently as the tumbling ashes and ashes fell on the cloak on her shoulders. Behind the helmet, sweat slid down the seal of the neck armor.This cloak was originally crimson, waterproof, fireproof, and strong.But now, the blackened blood-clotting cloak looked like a huge bat wing spread out, and the sharp claws made of ashes firmly grasped the shoulder armor, hooking several bloody scars.

The artillery bombardment shook the air, and the shattered shell of Star Fort Attilan leaked a large amount of ice crystal-like air cloud, and the instantaneously expanding explosion shock wave pushed away and shattered the air cloud, as well as the body and debris sucked out by the overpressure.Martian technicians walk in the middle of the battlefield in heavy protective spacesuits.The overpressure squeezed the heavy corpses, and the Mars technicians struggled to fix the genetically modified soldiers who were injured, dying or dead—they encountered a strong enemy here, Aparisia thought—he saw the The armor of the tactical team was broken, and the tough flesh exploded and flew into the air 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 in the steel plate that melted into molten iron.

Other genetically modified fighters who ended the battle were firing bombs at each mutant corpse, confirming the enemy's death.

"There used to be a psyker here," thought Apatricia.

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

"Malcolm Constantine." Aparicia nodded to the other two senior officers of the headquarters.As for Dinah, who was also wearing power armor and carrying a giant chainsaw sword, she was ignored, because the mission of the sisterhood was to defend the occupied areas, against the alpha primitives who surged up from the bottom of the Star Fort, and other people who were caused by biochemical pollution. A monster that grows in the lightless darkness at the bottom of the star castle with special mutated substances. "You summoned me." He pretended not to care and glanced at the spear in Malcolm's hand.The weapon made of mysterious technology was given to Malcolm by the emperor, but he always thought that he was more entitled to this weapon and the honor. "I assembled my troops as required, cleared all traffic nodes, and now is the perfect time to launch a full-scale offensive. Why not?"

"According to intelligence feedback, the royal family of Attilan issued a mobilization order." Constantine said.Aparicia and Malcolm, who arrived at the headquarters not long ago, were almost the same height as him, but these two soldiers had more battle scars on their faces. "I've asked Commander Malcolm to send in more special operations teams. Those teams will attack the Attilan mutant rear from the outside while we launch our offensive, and secure and secure the mutant genetic labs. Loot the labs and data is a priority over killing mutants. With those labs and data, we will be able to figure out how the Kree Empire genetically engineered humans in the past...perhaps, we will have the ability to heal thousands of Potential Inhuman technology."

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

The Emperor's vision is too far-reaching to be understood, and no one can imagine his plans.Human beings have limits in their abilities, desires, and cognition, but the emperor does not. This is why he is worshiped or hated, but countless times the reality has shown that the emperor is correct. The explorer who is lost and faltering is always can find the right path for them.Maybe the Imperial Guards understand, but Aparicia doesn't want to think about it. His duty is to fight and clear the obstacles on the right path.

"What about mutant psykers?"

"Dead." Malcolm said indifferently, "Kama Taj mystic thought that the enemy had predicted my arrival, so he arranged a small team to intercept my shuttle. The help of the Order of the Guards was timely. , the mystics of Karma Taj also provided some help. I need you to strengthen the strength of these offensive routes, Aparicia, and the artillery units are on standby at any time. They have now obtained more ammunition supplies, which can meet the next 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, and the headquarters knew that he was going to Come take over the chain of command.He really wanted to ask Constantine if he knew where the emperor had gone, but he also realized that even if Constantine knew, it was impossible to tell him the answer.In any case, the emperor's whereabouts must have something to do with the notice "Beware of Psionic Anomalies and Spiritual Entities" issued to every team not long ago, otherwise the emperor would never allow Kama Taj to participate in serious military operations.

"There are two places where spiritual phenomena are concentrated, one is the settlement of the Kimilian clan, and the other is the settlement of the Attilan royal family, which is the settlement of the Inhuman race with the least potential mutation." Constantine said, "Attack this place The two combat groups need to protect the accompanying Karma Taj mystics. They are professionals, and their skills will come in handy when faced with some problems that bombs and swords cannot solve."

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(End of this chapter)