This phantom is full of snowflake noise like an old TV.

While talking to Tita, Constantine launched a fierce attack, she also noticed the figure wearing a dark green cloak and a golden ribbon on her chest from the corner of her eyes. The other guards also noticed this situation under the guidance of Constantine, which proved that the phantom was not his illusion. Most of the blown-up body fell, and the withered yellow ribs pierced out. Then the remaining body turned into black sand, and then turned into dust and air under the light of Catherine, just as they should have become.

"This is very strange. It is not ruled out that it is another trick of the spirit entity of the ether, or the impact of etheric energy on the material universe." Constantine said in the encrypted communication of the Imperial Guards. As a super warrior who has undergone deep genetic modification, they can easily adapt to the unreasonable and uncomfortable space here. Because of the influence of etheric energy, the teachings of the buildings here seem to exceed the geometric laws of the material universe. The downward slope may also go upward. The right side in the body may be at the back, and there are many visual deceptions, and there is no pattern at all. Even the mortal soldiers trained by the Imperial Guards to be responsible for logistics will fall for no reason under such circumstances.

"Keep your guard and don't feel relaxed because the other party uses the Regent's appearance."

"That's the Regent, don't have to have doubts about it." Catherine suddenly spoke, which surprised the guards. Unless facing the emperor himself, even when facing the guards, Catherine still cherishes words, every word she says is important information, including the location of the portal. "The Regent accepted the emperor's order and helped us close the portal."

The commander of the Imperial Guard expressed doubts about this.

If he hadn't seen the emperor create/separate/drag Catherine from the void with his own eyes, he wouldn't have trusted such existence as Catherine, because now Catherine is just a reflection of Catherine in the dream, as unreal as the moon in the water. Constantine noticed that Sisterhood commander Tita was walking towards here under the cover of armored vehicles. The Imperial Guard Cultivation passed the peak of the genetically modified warrior and went deep into the enemy's formation. The front and left and right sides were filled with enemies. Even now they were still fighting, and the genetically modified muscles even felt a little soreness.

Although it only takes a short time for the body of the Imperial Guard to hydrolyze lactic acid, they cannot even take such time, and can only order the power armor injection drug to relieve the symptoms of lactic acid accumulation. The Imperial Guard commander has no doubt that the genetically modified soldiers who fought with the Imperial Guard also have the same symptoms. The bodies that were originally modified for a long time have been fought for hundreds of hours in such a high-intensity combat environment. Except for a few supply time, neither the Imperial Guard nor the genetically modified soldiers have had a moment of rest.

"Captain Aparicha." The commander of the Imperial Guard switched the communication channel to filter out the gunshots of Katherine who used a bomb gun to fire. If the noise reduction function is not enabled on such a battlefield, even the Imperial Guard's eardrum will be injured. "I need a team to participate in the mission."

"Push over! Cut the head of that thing. Keep the shooting rhythm. There are many enemies we have to face. Constantine, I didn't expect you to contact me." Aparicha said dryly, "Did you fall? The deck here is indeed a little slippery."

"Now is not the time to show your sense of humor, the leader of the First Army."

Constantine subconsciously glanced at the soles of her feet. The black and red slippery mud that emitted a foul smell was slowly transforming into clean water.

"You actually know a sense of humor. This thing itself has a sense of humor, Constantine."

The commander of the Imperial Guard could not help but frown. He could not understand why Aparicha made a cold laugh, nor did he know why the lord of the First Army thought it was humorous. Aparicha had always been well-known for his gloomy personality, which forced Constantine to wonder whether this was one of the epigenetic characteristics of the First Type. Now this conjecture has to be added with tags such as lack of concentration.

"You know where the Guards are, Aparicha. Catherine will go with us to the portal area where the Guards are located. The Guards need an elite squad to form the outer line of defense. We have no time, no energy, and no resources to waste. These creatures are almost endless, and our ammunition and energy are limited."

“These things shouldn’t live.”

"Close the portal first, we have a lot of time to clear these creatures."

"I will lead a team myself." Konstantin heard Aparicha let out a cold roar, and at the same time, he cut the heavy execution axe that required two adult men to barely lift into the stomach of a sick monster with four human legs. The monster showed extraordinary tenacity, but it could not prevent Aparicha from smashing its jaw bone with the lower edge of the shield - provided that it could really use the bone - pull out its mutated long tongue full of suction cups. "The treasure must be hidden in the place where the treasure is hidden!" Aparicha said as she gasped. It took him ten seconds to solve the monster. The bomb gun did not achieve the expected result on this monster. Its morbid loose skin had toughness beyond imagination. "I really want to kill a dragon. What about you, Constantine? Do you have such desires?"

"You need your command on the battlefield here."

"The company commander of the first company can bear such a responsibility. I leave the command team to him and only take the guards away."

Victor von Dum calmly grabbed the head of a jumping Aether beast, and orange-red flames gushed out from his tightly clenched fist, burning its head to ashes amid the joyful screams of the Aether beast. The creatures in the material universe could not completely find his traces. Only the spirit entities of the ether can find him through some ripples of spiritual energy. However, the Regent Victor von Dum had no intention of hiding. He watched the guards and a team of genetically modified warriors walk down the maintenance channel, and then turned around and put on the iron mask again. The silent server, the size of a power armor joint coins, made his movements silent. Except for the spirit entities, no power armor of a genetically modified warrior captured his images and breathing sounds, and even the heat residue did not exist.

As a vital sign maintainer, this power armor almost became his cage. It was not until he met the emperor who left Kamataj and received mysterious magic treatment that Victor von Dum was able to take off this power armor. Otherwise, when he was secluded among the mountains of Latovigna, he still needed to cast spells to hide the existence of the armor before going out to purchase to prevent this power armor from frightening the ignorant farmers in the market. Now most of the life-sustaining systems of the power armor are no longer needed, but the psychic drive unit, stabilization unit, psychic focuser, and spell correction prompts can continue to be used. Victor von Dum followed through the battlefield, holding up the emperor's military flag high, and the violent flames burned between the pure gold winged eagle wings. The invisible light of the material universe creatures dispelled the thick fog and miasma that could only be seen in the dream world.

Constantine was well prepared. Regent Victor von Dum happily gave a message to the emperor's psychic power, including the vigilance of the Imperial Guards when they found his traces. These prove that the Imperial Guards' performance was in line with some of the emperor's expectations. The intelligence feedback from the small reconnaissance drone was initially formulated through rapid intelligence sharing and information communication between the Imperial Guards. Only after clarifying the combat objectives and tactical needs, Constantine would ask Aparicha to transfer an elite tactical squad with full equipment and sufficient supplies.

All the genetically modified warriors of this tactical squad are the owners of the sharpshooter badges, silver crowns, gold crowns and other badges. The gorgeous reliefs and inlay decorations on their power armor all show their achievements in the military field. This is a escort squad full of honor. They carry heavy shields, warhammers, long swords, explosive rifles, explosive cannons and plasma pistols. Their main task is to protect superior officials and organize an unstoppable breakthrough battle when needed. This requires every genetically modified warrior to have good strategic qualities while having strong military capabilities. From their resume, they have done this more than once.

Zigris, owner of the Sharpshooter badge.

He has carried out more than six hostage rescue operations and was once the holder of the record of the First Army's farthest sniper distance. Because he later joined the Quick Reaction Force, this record was refreshed by later generations. He did not care about this because all he pursued was to complete the mission. For this reason, he deliberately completed many shooting targets under harsh conditions, and even achieved the achievement of using heavy explosive cannons to accurately shoot enemy supply convoys and light armored reconnaissance convoys 1.5 kilometers away; Kassel, owner of the Protector Badge, owner of the Silver Laurel.

He killed more than ten overvalued targets on the battlefield and carried out hostage rescue operations with Zigris. However, Zigris was sniping on a small boat floating on the sea at night. He carried a hot melt gun, explosive pistol, a tactical dagger and a jet pack to airborne directly from the transport plane for violent breakthroughs - it was not so much a combat knife, but rather a short knife with an ordinary human arm, Kassel held the knife backwards.

He split the pirates who hijacked the cargo ship from top to bottom, from muscles to bones, and the sticky and smelly internal organs sprinkled all the ground - he killed all the enemy agents and mercenaries on the cargo ship in fifteen minutes with his own strength. The foreign hostages who witnessed his combat posture must interfere psychologically to return to normal and fall asleep peacefully, because the combat mission achieved by Kassel using a combat knife was too bloody and violent, and he was repeatedly awakened in the restroom.

Chris, owner of the shield of honor badge.

His resume is not as full of personal heroism as his previous colleagues, but he has repeatedly put forward valuable tactical suggestions at the combat meetings of the First Legion. Not only that, his swordsman's organ transplant surgery seems to have some extremely positive impact on him. His height is 10 cm taller than other genetically modified soldiers, and his power armor must be modified to wear it. At the same time, his strong sense of responsibility and desire for protection also made him play a great role in the responsibility of the Honor Guard. He once protected the engineering team responsible for exploration of natural resources between the mountains and ridges of Afghanistan and the Balkans, killing attacks from local armed forces, religious armed forces, and rebel armed forces.

He was a warrior full of honor. Every time he stepped onto the battlefield, he followed Aparisha to the most densely-fired place, and even used his shield to resist the bombing of howitzers. He blocked Aparisha's fatal attacks from the enemy on the battlefield more than once, and for this reason, one of his palms was replaced with a mechanical bionic hand specially created by top mechanical craftsmen for him. Chris' excellent achievements allowed him to obtain a small shield engraved with a personal heraldry, which was embedded in the lower edge of his shoulder armor and placed in his heart.

Regent Victor von Doom followed the squad into the downward maintenance passage.

As a wayblocker, the Imperial Guardians crushed the aberrant creatures with horns, tails, scales, feathers and sharp claws in the repair passage. The sisters followed their sisters for no action for the time being, but they surrounded Catherine firmly in the middle, and even Catherine's steel wings could not be stretched out. Aparicha did not join the escort formation. He arranged for the back of the escort team to walk towards the Imperial Guardian with a tomahawk and walked side by side with Constantine. Compared with the precision cooperation of the Imperial Guardians like scalpels, Aparicha, who had never received relevant training, seemed awkward. He could not chop the axe just right every time, but he used extreme violence to make up for these shortcomings. This made Constantine frown. The Imperial Guards are not purely violent machines like Aparicha. Exercising violence is a power and means, and one of the necessary conditions for their goals.

"Please don't interfere with the war, Aparicha."

"Do you think the Guards will be stronger than me, Constantine?"

“We exist to deal with different situations.”

The tactful answer of the Imperial Guards was not understood. "I think killing the enemy is my mission, what about you?"

"If you say the word toy tin soldier, I'll knock your teeth down one by one."

"I thought you had no temper, robot," Aparicha said coldly. "The duel between us has been delayed for a long time. Are you not going to fight?"

"I don't have time. If your energy has nowhere to vent, then the duel cage inside the Legion is enough to entertain you."
Chapter completed!