Chapter 1534 Lunar War (50)

The dense bullets were like heavy rains hitting the roof of the steel shed, and this sound reminded Aparicha of his life in the slums when he was young. Hunger, cold, scattered rock music CDs and large-scale blonde posters. Hunger, anger, quarrels and needles scattered all over the floor. Hunger, pain and scolding. Hunger, crying and nothing else. But memories were quickly interrupted by gunfire. Genetically modified soldiers held their shields silently and placed the muzzle on the shield shooting port. Every few steps they stepped forward, forming an active steel wall, methodically pulling the trigger to kill each enemy at the end of the corridor that exposed themselves from the cover, gradually compressing the enemy's activity space.

Aparicha stood behind the steel wall, holding the execution axe tightly in his hand. He watched the mutant army gradually collapse under the pressure of genetically modified soldiers, like a dam built of sand trying to block the turbulent river. At first, it was just one or two deserters, but the unwavering advance of genetically modified soldiers made the mutant people feel fear on the spiritual level. The inevitable fear of death and the steel wall squeezed their spirits, squeezing out the only fear left in their bones and blood. More and more mutants were scattered, but every mutant who left the bunker and exposed to the shooting world would be attacked.

Aparicha disdained to let the deserters go, and let the defense lines of those mutants collapse on their own. He just wanted to kill those mutants. The genetically modified warriors did not waste any firepower, and one ammunition was enough to destroy a mutant with strong physical strength. When they advanced less than five meters away from the bunker, the genetically modified warriors launched a charge. The heavy shield like a tank armor plate smashed the mutants who gathered to resist, and the last few explosive bombs harvested their last lives at close range.

The armored troops followed immediately. Aparisha and his guard holding a shield stepped onto the open crew cabin of an armored personnel carrier. As the armored vehicles squeezed through the boiling black smoke, they came to another front. The hot wind from the lit corpse, thin smoke and ashes poured into the crew cabin of the armored vehicles. Aparisha watched indifferently as the rolling ashes and ashes fell on the cloak on his shoulders. After the helmet, sweat slid down to the seal ring of the neck armor. The cloak was originally dark red, waterproof, fireproof, and tough. But now, the cloak that was condensed by black blood looked like huge open bat wings. The claws made of ashes firmly grasped the shoulder armor and hooked out several bloody scars.

The artillery bombardment shook the air. The broken shell of Atilan Star Fort leaked a large amount of ice crystal-like air clouds. The instantly expanded explosion shock wave pushed the air clouds and the bodies and debris sucked out by the overpressure, shattering them. The Mars technicians were walking in the middle of the battlefield in heavy protective space suits. The overpressure squeezed the heavy corpses. The Mars technicians struggled to fix the injured, dying or dead genetically modified soldiers - they encountered strong enemies here, Aparicha thought to himself - he saw the armor of the tactical team shattered, and the tough body exploded for no reason and knocked away, and a blood rain sprayed along the way. The fragments of the armor were squeezed into bones and flesh, and their bodies were buried in the steel plates melted into molten iron.

Other genetically modified warriors who ended the battle are firing bombs at each mutant corpse to confirm the enemy's death.

"There was a psychic here once." Aparicha thought.

This weird battlefield damage is not something that any known weapon can cause. The lightning-like scars on the power armor are also an important basis for judging the damage of psionic energy. He was surprised by the tenacity of these warriors and exclaimed without hesitation. He saw the power armor tore from the inside out, and the internal organs and muscles of the warriors were torn apart, but their fingers still held the trigger tightly and threw out the plasma grenade on their belts. They pulled out the combat knife and ran forward until the magazine was cleared.

"Malcolm Constantine." Aparicha nodded to the other two senior officers of the command. As for Dinah, who was also wearing power armor and carrying a giant chainsaw sword, was ignored because the sisters' mission is to defend the occupied areas against the Alpha Primitives who surged from the bottom of the Star Fort, and other monsters that grew in the dull darkness of the bottom of the Star Fort due to biochemical pollution and special mutant substances. "You call me." He pretended to be careless 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 believed that he was more qualified to receive the weapon and honor. "I assembled the troops as required and cleared all traffic nodes. Now is the best time to launch a full-scale attack. Why not?"

"According to the intelligence feedback, the Atiran royal family issued a mobilization order." Constantine said. Aparicha and Malcolm, who arrived at the command not long ago, were almost the same height as him, except that the two soldiers had more battle scars on their faces. "I have asked Commander Malcolm to send more special operations teams. Those operations teams will attack the Atiran mutants from the outside when we launch an offensive, snatch and protect the mutant's genetic laboratories. The priority of snatching labs and data is higher than slaughtering mutants. With those labs and data, we can figure out how the Kerry Empire in the past genetic engineering of humans... Perhaps, we will have the technology to heal thousands of potential aliens on Earth."

Aparicha did not question it, he was used to it.

The emperor's eyes were too long that no one could understand, and no one could imagine His plan. Human abilities, desires and cognition had limits, but the emperor did not, which was also the reason why He was worshipped or disgusted. However, countless times of reality showed that the emperor was right. The explorer who was lost and staggering forward could always find the right path for them. Perhaps the Guards could understand, but Aparicha did not want to think. His duty was only to fight and clear the obstacles on the right path.

"Where is the mutant psychic?"

"Diet." Malcolm said coldly, "The secret mage of Kamataj believes that the enemy predicted my arrival, so he arranged a team to intercept my shuttle. The help of the Imperial Guards was very timely, and the secret mage of Kamataj also provided some help. I need you to strengthen the strength of these offensive routes, Aparisha, the artillery troops are on standby at any time. They have now obtained more ammunition supplies to meet the subsequent offensive needs." He looked at Constantine, and finally drowned the problem in his throat... He

He did not see the emperor and other guards at the command center, only Constantine stayed here, and the command center knew that he was coming to take over the chain of command. He wanted to ask Constantine if he knew where the emperor had gone, but he also realized that even if Constantine knew, it would not be possible to tell him the answer. In any case, the emperor's whereabouts must be related to the notice "Beware of the abnormality of psychic energy and the spiritual entity" issued to every team not long ago, otherwise the emperor would never allow Kama Taj to participate in serious military operations.
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