Marvel Magic Event Book

Chapter 1542 Lunar War (54)

Tracer bombs with bright red flames marked the tracks of the metal storm in the night.

Compared with the solid steel dome, the main function of the gray extremely fast-hardening foam is to seal the gap and at the same time withstand the temperature difference between the low temperature and high temperature of the void. This thick layer of sealing measures can be easily melted by the miniature armor-piercing deuterium fusion warhead.Even if the old recirculating oxygen concentrators started to run on their own, and even if the emergency repair system continued to spew inert chemicals that had been tanked thousands of years ago, the already thin air of the clan enclave couldn't handle multiple leaks.

That's what Olareal saw.

A few seconds ago, the civilians of the Kimilian clan were still fleeing in panic, and then they fell to the ground gasping for breath, their eyes congested and their hearts beating wildly.Or it was simply sucked into the air by the overpressure together with some sundries, and after breaking away from the airflow, it landed freely and fell to the building in a bloody mess.On the wide main road leading directly to the clan's royal court meeting hall, there are scattered building debris and civilian debris, and the armored tracked vehicles of the human army mercilessly run over any obstacles that block them.The buildings were penetrated and knocked down by the laser weapons of the armored vehicles, and the buildings hiding a large number of civilians were forcibly poured with burning refined chemical fuel. A pungent black cloud.

Despair flooded Olareal's mind like crossing the moon's dawn and dusk line and sinking into the eternal dark side. From this moment, all orders, all visions, and all pride were torn to pieces, and the wail of survival became the guide for body movements. unique order.They say that the Kimilian clan is a cold, mysterious, and unkind clan; they say that the Kimilian clan is so addicted to witchcraft that they forget the strength of steel and the body; Transformed into cold souls, their hearts will not melt with companionship.

Olareal can assure anyone that these rumors are true.

Until now, everything he saw subverted those claims. Several civilians who had undergone simple spiritual training chanted spells that they should not have known, trying to use the power of their souls to stop the chemical beasts licking the walls and rushing upwards. Flame; the security force officer held a weapon and led dozens of civilians who also held weapons to hide in the ruins of the building, trying to ambush the armored vehicles of the human army passing in front of them.

But all struggles proved futile.

The psyker who tried to stop the flames with a spell stood on the roof, was stunned by the smoke, fell straight into the flames, and was burned to death without a sound.Immediately afterwards, weak but continuous explosions resounded in the building, and the magnificent deep purple flames engulfed the fire, sweeping the entire building even more violently.The grotesque figure danced wildly in the flames before disappearing; the vigilante officer who led the civilian revolt used a looping device to tell everyone using the military communication channel-that is, Olariel and his team- —Announce his identity, prove that he is a member of the coalition of the Black Bolt Clan, and ask all those capable of fighting to go to a certain location and join him in the fight against the invaders.But a few minutes later, together with the civilians who raised their guns and shot at the armored vehicles, he was attacked by a black-armored human genetically modified fighter that he had never seen coming out of more than one shadow, and then completely lost contact. The sound of the shield breaking was not heard.

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

"I...I don't know."

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

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

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

Olariel gasped, and the chemical-smelling air from the breathing mask poured into his lungs without hesitation.He saw bodies hanging from statues of wizard spires, feet down, swaying in the hot air rising into the sky—bodies clad in wizard robes, but not as swaggering as they were alive, they His arrogance and vanity have already disappeared without a trace along with the huge wounds on his chest and abdomen, as well as the internal organs squeezed out by negative pressure and scorched by fire.They were dissected fish, with white ribs severed like victims dissected in a morgue.

The horrifying sight made Olareal sweat profusely.The radio control was released, and as long as the Kimilian clan and other Inhuman troops turned on the communication system, the painful screams and wailing would immediately block all communication channels, just like an esophagus stuffed with glass scum.

If Olaril turns on the video communication channel at this time, he will find that the horror pictures of the execution of the Kimilian clan wizards have been spread everywhere. Any Attilan Inhumans who turn on the TV and want to know the situation will definitely watch it. To the hijacked signal relaying those tragic deaths of Inhumans.The Gene Council urgently banned all propaganda facilities from broadcasting information other than the mobilization order. However, many civilians in other settlements—including the minaret where the Birdman clan was located—witnessed the tragic situation of the Kimilian clan.Perhaps some Inhuman civilians planned to resist the invaders after seeing this tragic scene, but the genetically modified fighters would not give the Inhuman civilians time to change their minds, and at the same time, they did not give the Attilan royal family time to muster courage for the Inhuman civilians.Olariel and his hundred guards missed this message of fear and riot because they were carrying out orders and running for their lives in a hurry.

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

In the thermal imaging vision, the city seems to be on fire.Every living mutant, whether hiding behind brick walls, rocks or alloy bunkers, has nothing to hide in the eyes of Captain Gronov Lutuff.His claws and gauntlets were covered in blood, the digital crest on the matte black power armor was covered in blackened blood - two hours was enough time for a tactical team and a tactical support team to destroy the city and kill them Every creature that could see - the emperor ordered him to bring destruction to this mutant city, then he would do it, what the kimilian clan did and how genetically mutated they were themselves was equivalent to rejecting the surrender letter , and signed the verdict.There was only one verdict on that parchment, and that was the death penalty.

There was the sound of rumbling explosions in the distance, and the distorted and deformed dull roar continuously sounded from the steel dome.Metal deformed, rocks cracked, and the fire of justice fell from the sky to burn the city of sin to ashes.The mutants of the Kimilian clan 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 whenever someone tries to cross the street, bullets from nowhere will cut through the air, Blast that unlucky egg a few meters away, turning it into a puddle of broken bones and meat.

The invisible god of death prowls the city.

Captain Gronov Lutov let out a breath and aimed his reticle at a target in another building.That target was obscured by building debris, but that wasn't a problem for genetically engineered fighters. The computer of this sniper-type bolter automatically adjusted the design parameters. No matter how people look for traces of genetically modified fighters, they are unlikely to find any clues.

The time of death has come.

　Ask for a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)