The fall of the residential area is like a loud noise beyond the human hearing range, and even changes beyond perception can still be detected. When the Kimmilian clan settlement was officially declared to be captured, the emperor's Thunder Eagle Battle Flag was firmly inserted into the Kimmilian clan's spire, and the flag was covered with corpses of the Kimmilian clan and a small number of other clan aliens, and wounds formed by chainsaw weapons and explosive weapons. The royal court, which once held the military command of the Kimmilian clan, lost all its glory, and was chopped up like a pool of unwelcome garbage. Among the piles of wreckage, only a small number of genetically modified soldiers were buried in the gradually cold blood and flesh.

Along the way, every corpse of the Kimmilian civilian civilian she touched with her spiritual power was telling her about the cruelty of the human army. The fear from the heart when she witnessed the giant walking on the street made Miss Onomimi frightened. After fear, it was anger. Miss Onomi of the Kimmilian clan was so angry that she shivered all over when she saw the scene in front of her. She could not tolerate the trampling of the royal court's dignity, and also could not tolerate the massacre of the Kimmilian clan by the human army. She stretched out her hand and pulled out the body of a scarred genetically modified warrior from the pile of corpses of her compatriots. The solid armor was torn apart by invisible force. She angrily tore the limbs of the long-dead genetically modified warrior. The gene-edited sticky semi-coagulant blood was splashed out by violent force, but it could not fall on Miss Onomi.

"Spit this corpse on the top of the tower!" Her long and narrow horse that was commonly found in the Kimirian clan, which was full of anger, "No one can insult the Kimirian clan without paying the price! I want those humans to repay with their lives!"

In a rage, no one in the royal court dared to resist the order of Onomimi's mistress. The soldiers of the Kimmilian clan dragged the heavy bodies of the genetically modified warriors to climb up the pile of corpses, and then more than 8,000 steel balls exploded from the pile of corpses, blowing the approaching Kimmilian clan soldiers to pieces.

"Despicable!" Onomim's wife put down her arm, and two high-speed steel balls fell less than half a meter away from her. Her anger seemed even more intense. "They actually placed bombs in the bodies of the dead soldiers! Despicable people with no honor! All humans deserve to die!"

She held the whole flesh tightly, and her flat teeth were gritting tightly, but she did not dare to use her spiritual power to move the corpses. She didn't know what the triggering device of those bombs looked like, and any action could trigger more bombs hidden in the unknown. She saw from the dead civilians that used a bomb that could destroy buildings. After the white and dazzling flash, even steel would turn into gas. It is hard to say that there is no such dangerous weapon in the huge pile of corpses. She didn't think she could build a protection against such terrifying heat in a short time.

She didn't dare to bet that those bombs would burst out plasma, subatomic heat flow or high-speed flying metal, and psychic energy is not a omnipotent method. As long as you choose the wrong type of protection, she will die here. Perhaps this world exists

"Clean out here. The human army is evacuating, let us find the survivors and go to the Genetic Council." She took a deep breath, turned to her subordinates and said, "Find the Black Bat King and tell him we are leaving the moon. We will take back the white room, activate the starship, and tell the Genetic Council to close the connection point gate. We have paid enough for Attilan, and now it is time to leave. We are Kimirians, not Attilan Inhumans."

As soon as the words were finished, a bullet that cut through the air penetrated her neck, and then the gunshot came from a distance.

Gronov Rutov immediately climbed up, holding the barrel that was still emitting heat, and sank into the ruins of the building with an optical camouflage cloak. The large-caliber bomb easily broke the slender neck of the Kimmilian clan. The pressure changes caused the deuterium core to burn violently. The micro fusion instantly burned the bones and muscles around the bomb to char. The high temperature burned the shoulders and heads blacked out, and even the ribs were exposed. Others in the Kimmilian clan royal court watched the mistress's headless body fall down in front of him, so shocked that they could not speak. After several seconds, these royal ministers who had once had a wealth of food and food were panicked and searched for concealment, fearing that snipers from the dark would descend on their heads.

The spire and flag were a bait, and even the bodies of genetically modified soldiers who had not had time to take away and the killed enemies could become traps. Gronov Rutov respected the emperor's flag and his comrades, but he knew that even honor could be put aside in order to win. Now that the goal has been achieved, he and his squad are about to evacuate this area. The artillery strike will come, and that is the work of the frontal combat troops.

"The Onomimi Miss Mother of the Kimmilian clan is dead, which can declare the collapse of the Kimmilian clan organizational capabilities."

Commander Malcolm nodded and expressed his approval for Gronov Rutov's actions.

Although every genetically modified warrior is the most ruthless killing machine, the emperor gave the genetically modified warriors different talents, so that different genetically modified warriors can combine with each other to meet all the war situations and needs in the world. For example, the nineteenth type represented by Gronov Rutov can completely destroy the other party's command organization through violent means. Commander Malcolm has read the archives and knows that he has extremely powerful precision computing capabilities, which is most in line with the emperor's needs for officers in future wars, and can help the command department to fully control the war situation and logistics operations.

He picked up the data board and cut off the label of the organizational degree of the Kimirian clan.

The genetically modified warriors will gradually withdraw from the settlement of the Kimirian clan, and the mortal army and fire support forces will complete the final clearance mission, and it is necessary for him to devote all the strongest military forces to the more cruel battlefield. He will write a simple report to ensure that the emperor has known this, and that Gronov Rutov's military behavior is definitely worthy of a medal.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "We still don't know the position of Maximus, your majesty." At this time, the emperor has arrived at the front command post. He has the highest military power in the chain of command, but He is not some human bureaucrats. He always likes to command everywhere in areas that he is unfamiliar with. Even if he understands the military, he will not take back the decentralized power. He trusts the military decisions made by Commander Malcolm. "Blakecard Bertgang's radio did not lead to Maximus." The commander of the Malcolm legion said, "I don't know if the secret mages of Kamataj have any information related to it. Maybe they can help us find Maximus?"

"It's very difficult, Legion Commander." Amon answered on behalf of the emperor. He didn't know why at this time, the aliens named Jiaying were still following the emperor. "We only know that Attilan had a large number of psychic reactions, and the only high-level reaction that could be determined had been found, but it was not Maximus but a portal. The target used the psychic reactions of a large number of external dimension spiritual entities to hide itself. Unless we performed psychic divination, it would be difficult to find him."

"So can we do divination?"
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