Ola leaped over the melting serrations of the once airtight gate on the ground, leaped over the orange-red space suit and the strange limbs wrapped in the space suit, and leaped over the bomb craters soaked with pus and blood like a ferocious female leopard in a complex and dark passage. Behind her were several girls who also held heavy hot melt weapons and wore combat knives, all excited about the mission. The messy footsteps passed through the corner, and the warm golden glow illuminated the wide unmanned area. Ola knew she had caught up.

"Break the door." Derick first calmly issued an order, and then Ora and two other artificial men walked through the passage that gave up the Imperial Guards formation. The other artificial men and girls turned their backs to the Imperial Guards' protection formation, staring at the area behind which could not be shined by the Emperor's glory. Derick first and the other Imperial Guards had no objection to this behavior. "How long?"

"You shouldn't ask this stupid question." Ora looked at her creator, not the garrison spear, and asked the question. Two other artificial humans holding heavy hot melt weapons had faced the heavy airtight door, pulling the trigger to pour stellar heat into the special alloy created by the Inhuman race. Derick first looked at her boss Constantine, but the latter just shook her head. "I will serve, my lord." She looked at Hammurabi, who had worked with many times, who immediately directed another guard to join him in the communication channel to shoot the already melted airtight door. "The second battle group has set out, and soon we will receive the first ammunition supply and heavy fire support."

"Thank you for your notification, Aola. The premise for obtaining ammunition supplies and heavy fire support is that we complete the task." The emperor's intimate name did not stop the team. The molten heavy airtight door was blown open under the bombardment of the bombardment, and the metal torrent poured down like melting glacier snow water. This is a third-level airtight explosion-proof door far higher than all previous airtight facilities, used to protect the heavy industrial elevator and shield core. "Continue to move forward, we cannot let Attilan restore the shield. Contact the Mars technicians of the Second Battle Group, according to the plan, we need to override the heavy industrial elevator and shield turbine unit. Constantine, let us continue to move towards the Genetic Council."

She appeared swaggeringly in front of the digital inhuman wearing special equipment, who saluted her respectfully. The skin of the genetic council members was suffocating, but she was used to disguising herself as others, including a female mutant with red cold-blooded animal skin and paws, and the huge body of the female inhuman was dragged into the ventilation duct by her - she had been following the female inhuman for a long time, from a worker Alpha Primitive, teenager to the teenage management department to the kiwi

Because of the clan attendant of the parliamentary clan, she approached the Inhuman and other members of the Inhuman contacted the Inhuman - this identity lasted very short, because the female Inhuman was too large, she had to discharge other departments into the sewer after eating some of the flesh and blood, and then hide the rest in the ventilation duct. Before other mutants with the same high-powered or keen sense of smell entered the bathroom and smelled the odor, she had to use this identity to complete the task.

"We did not find Desseus, Miss Avo." A very tall blue-skinned male inhuman in tights said worriedly. This was barely worried because she could not understand the face of the same deformed mutant cold-blooded animal. As an alien of the same clan, they all have the same epigenetic inheritance traits. Under the concept of gene breeding and eugenics, such mutations are becoming more and more obvious, and their mutation abilities are becoming more and more stable. "My Dusa, the clan's mistress, issued an order to ask the Gene Parliament to gather, and the Miss Coradi vowed to abide by and called on other clans to go together to discuss measures against foreign enemies."

"Where is the Kimmilian clan?" she disguised as Miss Avo asked in hissing words, "What do those skull-bone assholes think?"

"No news." The blue-skinned male alien, who was obviously the guard and secretary, clutched the floor with his claws on his feet. In the distance behind the glass curtain wall in front of them was the bustling Ghost Clan Inhuman Commercial Area, but they were looking down at these civilians because the gravity orientation here was different. At this moment, under the maintenance of the internal security departments of the clan, the civilians of the clan thought that the current situation was just a problem with external maintenance projects, and that the water and power cuts out, etc. would be resolved soon. "But some gossips claim that the Kimirian clan intended to escape on a starship and rejected the request of the Black Bat King and Medusa to restore the Light Team."

"It's no wonder that the military department calls this name, and it's no wonder that others don't want to participate." Facing the humor of the clan's mistress, the officials of other ghost clans were a little helpless. "But I don't think the nectar idiots in the Kimirian clan can play any role. Tell the gang of hairy fishmen of the Cree clan and the Badoon clan that I won't let my clan be at a loss. I will participate in the Genetic Council, but don't want my clan to give life to the royal family like those unvaried untouchables. I am also one of the spouses of the Black Bat King, and I have the same rights. As for Desseus's affairs, let's put it aside for the time being, we don't have time to pay attention to the fate of a dandy boy, and it's not surprising that a coward does anything."

Maybe I should have put Dessius's body farther away, she thought to herself. Dessius had a clear reproductive impulse towards Miss Avo, which she could not understand, but now the bodies of the two mutants were placed in the same pipe and stripped off their skin and hugged each other tightly. Maybe this was what Dessius dreamed of.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Aparicha gradually discovered that the mutants he was facing seemed to have increasingly similar genetic characteristics. At first, this characteristic only appeared in different forms and in different parts. Later, this epigenetic repeated until it lost its appearance. Such a deformity caused the anger of genetically modified warriors, because these creatures were blasphemous about the purity of the human race. He hung the long sword on the magnetic lock, skillfully replaced it with a new magazine, and crushed the deformed creature that kept shouting incomprehensible language under the bottom of the combat boots.

"This kind of thing is not worth wasting ammunition. It must have at least two hearts and three lungs." Adjutant Nelson rolled his eyes mercilessly when he heard his boss's joking, because Aparicha joked about the implanted organ of the genetically modified warrior. "I hope I have obtained overcontrol authority now, Nelson! Otherwise, I would have the same result if I let the hot melt heavy weapon come up and directly destroy the console."

"This is not funny at all." Adjutant Nixon connected several data lines extending from the mechanical prosthesis into the towering iron black console, while adjusting the signal transit device so that other Mars technicians who are on standby in orbit can control the core generator set computer through him and the signal transit equipment. "The Safari has followed the second battle group into Atilan. Wait patiently, my bandwidth can be higher."

Aparicha drowned her impatience in her throat, but her anger still vibrated from her chest.

He walked out of the control room with several corpses and dragged the knee-armor servo that kept making strange noises toward the open corridor. Here they met established mutants with uniform uniforms. These mutants with pale skin, slender limbs and long skulls had an anteater-like mouths. This creature that could manipulate energy brought Aparicha the biggest trouble that his right knee servo joint was damaged in that battle. Fortunately, after the rescue of Adjutant Nelson, the airtightness of the power armor and the movement ability of the servo joint were not greatly affected.

"The stench of witchcraft is exactly the same as what we have encountered in the past."
Chapter completed!