There is no intelligence to show what happened to the slums of the Kimirian clan.

Gronov Rutov and his team immediately investigated many rooms that could barely turn around and the rooms they could not squeeze into. Without exception, they all found the bodies of civilians whose internal organs were removed. The thrown miniature drone has not yet found any signal of life for surviving humanoids. This giant garbage mountain and mold paradise built of alien metal and biochemical plastics does not have any humanoids that can still breathe.

But there are more than these weird things.

Apart from the chaos and violent catharsis brought about by the long-term disorder and bad public order at the bottom, they did not find traces of violence recently. There was no trace of energy or live-fire weapons on the buildings and human bodies, at least not the most recent ones. From the freshness of the corpse, the killing of this killing will not last more than two days. It was like these people lying on the operating table, welcoming death calmly. The murderer who killed the poor and took the internal organs did not use any weapons, so there was no other object to guess except witchcraft. After all, it was impossible to kill more than a thousand people here with just a scalpel.

Following the heraldic emblems left by the Imperial Guards to encrypt electrical signals, the squad passed through layers of sheds that could barely be called gathering places, climbing up along the randomly built and shaking pillars of the shed until they came to the source of the encrypted signal. It was the highest point of the garbage mountain. The nearby slums looked like another garbage mountain standing in the dark - and it smelled like - there seemed to be some survivors there, at least before the crazy man roared and jumped down from the high shed hill. Even if the survivor was not killed or was penetrated by steel standing in the air, the genetically modified soldiers could not find him from the layers of concrete, scrap metal and biochemical plastic fragments, and then ask anything from him.

The survivor was already crazy, and his mind was tung into mud before he jumped.

At the highest point of this garbage mountain, the night vision ability of genetically modified soldiers allowed them to overlook the gathering place of the Kimmilian clan and see clearly many things that happened there. Through the electronic eyes of the power armor, they saw a large number of clan civilians walking in groups in a regular and beautiful residential area in the distance, holding something east-west towards the center of the area. It was a building that could be called a magnificent, and it was also the place where the Kimmilian clan settlement was the best illuminated place. Its architectural style did not follow the cultural characteristics of the civilian clan at all. It was a group of strange metallic spires built from the cold steel appearance, with the spire pointing directly to the void.

At least the spire of the former tower was like this before it was blown up. The spire of the current tower was smashed into the settlement, and the twisted metal hit the railroad tracks of the clans for population movement. The dome was now closed by a giant metal iron curtain that might have been airtight gates or outer armor. In the bad lighting environment, the genetically modified soldiers vaguely saw a collapsed building in the residential area below the dome, and some low buildings were still burning. It was a rare light source in the Kimirian clan settlement, except for the giant searchlight drone floating in the air, and most of the areas were trapped in darkness.

Civil electricity here is completely interrupted.

That was the result of the bombing of the Void fighter. The exterior tower porthole built by the Kimilian clan has been destroyed by countless bombs, and many huge bricks and stones are scattered throughout the city, smashing many things and creatures. Judging from the current situation, explosive decompression has caused considerable damage to this area. Without this airtight iron curtain, all the things that are not fixed here will be sucked out by explosive decompression and then thrown on the white sand of the moon. There are many misfortunes here, and the genetically modified warriors are indifferent to this.

"We cannot alarm those mutants, although none of us know what they are doing." The adjutant said, "It is certain that the destination of the civilians in the clan may be our target. It is marked in the intelligence that it is the political core building of the Kimirian clan. The question is where the Guards are now? His golden armor is not easy to hide at all." He turned his head and glanced around, "There are no traces of violence or witchcraft here, and it is impossible for anyone to want to take away the Forced Guards without using force."

"Very humorous." Gronov Rutov raised his head, ruby-colored eyepieces covering his black eyes without emotion. While holding the silencer gun with his hands that put away his giant claws, he made gestures to ask the team members to remain alert. The dark power armor could still blend with the dead hill under the reflection of the fire in the distance. "I'm sure he is here, waiting to scare me."

"So I put on an optical camouflage cloak." Derick first walked out from above them, and several explosive guns immediately pointed at the squirming black shadow. It was not until this time that the power armor detection of the genetically modified soldiers began to call the police. Derick first also draped the color blocks that kept squirming off. The Guard shook his head apologetically. "I'm sorry for keeping it from you. I want to see your attitude towards those tragedies first."

He pointed at his feet, which was composed of different roofs, barely called roads. In such layers of slums, the roads would not remain unchanged forever, and whether they would collapse would depend entirely on luck. Even Gronov Rutov and his squad dared to climb along alien metal, things that might have been decks.

"It's bad, but that's not our mission." Gronov Rutov inserted the bomb gun back into the holster. "What clues do you have, the Guard?"

"The Kimirian clan wizard brought many criminals from the Genetic Council, but that was far from enough." Derick first jumped off the eaves, and the genetically modified warriors felt the steel beams under their feet tremble. "The order to massacre humans who keep pure genes was released thirty-four hours ago. The group of mutant wizards seemed to have encountered some situations we didn't understand, and needed to use the pain of intelligent creatures as nourishment. The emperor believed that the ritual held by the Kimirian clan wizards had been out of control, but we needed to figure out what happened to the out of control ritual, and then summoned the void bomber to level the place."

"There is also a set of shield generators here," said Gronov Rutov.

"Yes, so we must divide the troops into two groups. I cannot guarantee that the ceremony site of the infiltrating that building will not be discovered. If the worst situation occurs, that is, to be forced to exchange fire with the enemy, the Kimirian clan will definitely strengthen the protection level of the shield area. Fortunately, under the pressure of the Genetic Council, the Kimirian clan army has been sent to the assembly point, where there will be no large-scale military force here in a short period of time. The bad thing is that almost all the wizards of the Kimirian clan are here, and the enemies we have to face are very powerful." Derik looked at Gronov Rutov first, "You will assign tasks, and I will not interfere with your command."

"I will split a tactical team." Gronov Rutov looked at the adjutant first, then at Derik first. "The amount of narcotic drugs you bought from the snakehead of the civilian clan you only cost us to come. Wait, the other team will arrive soon."
Chapter completed!