The Black Bat King knows nothing about what happened in the Gene Council.

With the help of Tetanus, he and the Centaur clan warrior were busy starting the transportation backup generator sets. Those generator sets were placed in the dormitory, ammunition warehouse, armory and other places that may have been Atilan Star Fort. After many years of transformation, the use of those rooms was no longer distinguishable, but they were still using the information system and electromechanical systems of the Kerry Empire. The aliens could only modify and modify it on this basis, trying to prevent the knowledge obtained as slaves from not being lost over time. However, this effort did not work much - although as the king of Atilan, the Genetic Council did not participate in too many public affairs - when the Black Bat King saw the rusty touch panel at the door of the backup generator set, he was surprised. He always thought that he had taken Atilan in order.

The Centaur clan warrior was not so fussy. He skillfully clarified the edge of the touch panel with his claws and removed the entire panel shell. "I will always wait until it is broken. What's more, this is a backup generator set, which is usually not used." The Centaur clan warrior seemed to be used to this kind of thing. After all, his origin in the clan was not very noble, and he could even be called a lowly, otherwise he would not have left the clan and came to the clan coalition under the command of the Black Bat King. "Okay, turn on the power. Now you can turn on the password by just entering the password. Oh... the universal key?"

The Black Bat King nodded and handed a chip to the clan warriors.

As the winner of the civil war, the ancestors of the Attilan royal family obtained control of all electronic systems in the Star Castle. This chip is a copy of the highest authority of the Star Castle and is used to hand it over to other royal members. After inserting the key, the hydraulic explosion-proof door slowly opened with a harsh scream. To be precise, it was half opened. The lower half of the explosion-proof door was completely rusted with the moving track due to lack of maintenance. Then the tuning fork above the Black Bat King's head emitted a white glimmer, and he smashed his fist on the lower half of the explosion-proof air-tight gate, as if throwing a bomb inside. A cloud of rust powder and dust spewed out instantly, causing the clan warriors to cough constantly.

The Black Bat King was not well received, but he was trained and did not inhale dust. After all, no one wanted to see the consequences of his coughing or sneezing. The Centaur clan warrior rubbed his swollen eyes and coughed a few more times. He didn't have time to turn off the instant membrane that amphibians had, and now he could only look around with his tears. The console and floor in the room were covered with dust, and the static ventilation and filtration equipment had already stopped due to the loss of external power. "Okay, it's time to start the equipment." He touched Tetanus's big head, "I promise, it only takes ten minutes."

Derrick first fainted into the darkness and watched the genetically modified warriors pass through the corridor silently.

He didn't tell the truth, at all. He had already conducted a preliminary investigation of the spire before the arrival of the genetically modified warrior, so he was very clear about his goal. Although he also needed to launch a beheading operation on the Kimirian clan wizard group, he wanted not only the lives of those mutant wizards, but a classic in the Kimirian clan wizard library - this was the instruction given to him by the emperor, and the priority was second only to the closing of the independent shield system of the Kimirian clan - that not only recorded the filthy witchcraft of the Kerry Empire, but also the legend about the birth of the Kerry Empire ten thousand years ago. He had to ensure that the classic could be included in the Imperial Guard Library and prepare for the future face of the Kerry Empire.

Perhaps this is completely unnecessary for ordinary people, but Derrick first believes in the emperor's vision. The long life brings a long vision. The decades of plans for ordinary people are quite long, but for the emperor and the Imperial Guards, it is still some kind of short-term plan. The time to destroy the Kerry Empire will be realized in the future, but it requires preparation from now on - the Imperial Guards quietly followed behind the genetically modified warriors, quietly moving along the terrifying corridor that once filled with Kimirian clan mutants, and now there is only one corpse. The mutant wizard I met before has a very high status, otherwise there would be no one to perform that kind of terrifying mission.

Now the low-level mutant wizards encountered by genetically modified warriors can only perform the work of guiding the mutant crowd, and are completely unable to avoid the explosive bombs and plasma balls shot out from the shadows, and cannot delay their progress. Derrick first jumped off the beam and landed lightly like a cat. He walked to a mutant who was still breathing, squatted down and pinched its long jaw with his fingers, staring at its eyes blindfolded by his own and others. The tear glands secreted the last body fluid, trying to wash away the blood stained on the eyeballs, and the eyelids opened and closed in vain, trying to restore the vision to clear, but no matter what it did, it was futile.

"Who are you? Save me, please."

Derick first understood what the mutant said through the translator. Its limbs were broken by the bomb, and its back was burned by the heat released by the bullet. A large amount of blood was lost to make its consciousness gradually blurred. Without first aid and bleeding, it would not live long, and Derick first had no idea to save it. He did not even give any response, but just pinched its jaw without mercilessly and let the eyes on one side of its cheek look at him.

"Video Record No. 162: Samples were injured, free from mental control, but the external stimulation threshold was not determined."

He let go of his fingers, threw the mutant, and he didn't care about the request for help from the mutant of the Kimmilian clan. Derik first went to the next sample. The mutant sample was the most severely injured because it was a wizard, also wearing a robe but not as gorgeous as the one he met in the hall before. Due to the danger of the target, the Gronov Rutov team gave the wizard excessive damage. In the case of strict distribution of ammunition, they gave the mutant wizard three explosive bombs, blowing out its bones and internal organs from the body, and the rest were burned to coke by the miniature fusion warhead. Derik first raised the mutant wizard's skull and used the detection system of the power armor to quickly measure the brain capacity of the mutant wizard.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! "Video Record No. 163: Wizard sample, with brain capacity being zero point or three percent higher than that of civilians. It is not ruled out its distortion particularity." He dropped his skull and walked towards the next target. "Video Record No. 164: Wizard sample, with brain capacity being zero point or one percent higher than that of sample No. 162, but there is no clear status relationship between the two and cannot be used as a sociological study example of mutant people. Rapid gene detection: the standard deviation score of genes is 321.3%, it is recommended to give complete extinction."

Mutant No. 162 gently tapped Derikxian's boots with his fingers covered with sticky pus and blood.

"Yes, it's me, I'm not dead yet." It pretended to be relaxed and said in a gradually slow tone. "If I can't survive, can I let me die soon? I'm very cold now. You can just light a basin of fire, my friend." Derick tilted his head first and looked at the mutant with great courage. Perhaps he accepted his destined death, and the mutant on the verge of excessive blood loss began to become nagging, "I have no idea why I am here. I'm still wearing pajamas. Oh, now you can't tell that this dress looks so good."

"What do you want?" Derrick asked first with the translator.

"Ah, you're not a robot." The mutant grinned, and the blood-stained deformed face was invisible. "I'm dying, isn't I? I just want to find someone to talk to. I'm a doctor, and I know there will be no medical assistance in the current situation, right? Where are you from, the civilian clan?"
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