The steel wings cut through the tortuous space. The black-armored lady wearing golden lily heralds carried flames and splashed death at the ragged and hungry mutant believers. They ignored the trampling, falling, begging, screaming and scolding caused by panic, and continued to pull the trigger to gush the viscous and hot fuel into the densest position of the crowd.

Muscles, fat and bones burned and produced large thick smoke. Through the high-precision thermal imaging mode of the tactical spectator, they could see the bodies of the crowded mutant believers in the flames burned into thin coke. Those mutant believers who had not been affected by the flames were crowded on the steep stairs and begged to the combat sisters wearing steel wings. Any words spoken from the mutant's mouth can only be answered. The dense bombs smashed towards the steel stairs.

The mutant believers on the mutant roar exploded in the hollow crypt, and corpses and blood rain soared into the sky fell from the hanging side of the steel stairs like a waterfall. Immediately afterwards, this spiral grew on the outer wall of the steel. It was once used to transport staff, but now the several steel stairs were softened and burned through by fire. The enemy-to-we-in-command detection system of the power armor and thermal imaging vision tracked hundreds of flashing red dots and explosive shells to fall into the abyss together, like a rainstorm.

Tita didn't look back at the mutant who was falling from her side.

Time seemed to slow down. She knew that the mutant's big terrified eyes had seen her. Even though the mutant was still alive, roaring loudly with her herbivorous mouth, waving its deformed hooves, and the falling bomb shell hit its broken skull. Tita was not willing to waste any attention to the mutant who was heading for death. Its dirty hooves could not touch her, and the rough vocal cords would not make any blasphemy sounds. Tita felt the thrust of the steel wings on her back. She had only one target, and the powered armored enemy-I-Identification System had locked her target with the help of the unmanned reconnaissance aircraft-she had to be faster. The knights would never give up the trophy to her, but she had to make the pagan in this incident confess. This had nothing to do with military goals, but with things as important as faith, culture, heritage, etc.

Although the chaotic scene of the reconnaissance drone lost its lock on the target, Tita had a gut feeling that her target was still alive, and even if she had never met the target face to face, she could smell the stench of blasphemy. The other two combat sisters followed her flight trajectory and smashed into the believers' team like meteors. As soon as they landed, the knights stopped shooting with cursing. After a round of shooting, all the mutants in front of the team were retreating wildly, while the mutants in the back were squeezing forward desperately, even those with weapons could not use it.

Massacre of such chaotic cults does not need to waste too much time, the knights rush into the crowd with melee weapons

A explosive bomb can penetrate many mutant bodies. Even if some mutants have exoskeletons, they cannot withstand warheads specially made for light armor. Making such an explosive bomb involves many giant smelting plants and foundries, high-precision metal processing factories, precision machinery foundries, huge and complex chemical systems, rail freight transportation and other high-end industrial systems. Even if large-scale manufacturing can reduce costs, the price of such an explosive bomb is far greater than that of ordinary countries that can accept it as the main ammunition. The value of explosive bombs transported to the Atilan Star Fort on the Moon has been several times higher. The lives of these mutants who do not have much armed capabilities are not as valuable as a bomb.

But the Knights didn't consider the cost issue at all. It was just the data placed on the bureaucratic desktop. They saved ammunition only to prepare for the subsequent battle. Emptying a magazine was already their importance to this group of mutant cultists. In contrast, the high-speed rotating single-molecule red hot blades, extremely heavy warhammers, and forearm-long combat knife are the most suitable weapons, but the sister-in-law combat sisters led by Tita had rushed into the crowd before them, cutting the extremely tight limbs, paving a bloody road to the target. The Knights quickly caught up and joined Tita's attack on the mutants. It seemed that they killed the mutants who tried to escape back and liberated a lot of space, or the mutants who were attacked by flamethrowers in the rear were also planning to escape. At this moment, the so-called pilgrimage team finally began to squirm.

"You have a flamethrower, why not use it?" Aparicha asked Tita in the communication while wielding the execution axe. "What do you want, Tita? As planned, your combatants should stay at the end and middle of the team, truncate the mutant team with flames, and you should stay there to make sure that the tactic can be executed perfectly. Or do you finally understand that using a sword is much better than using a gun?"

The Knight's last upturned tone did not make Tita laugh.

She focused on killing the mutant in front of her, regardless of whether the other party resisted or not.

She swung her sword very quickly, and the decomposition force field on the sword allows her to cut muscles and bones like cutting butter, without worrying about the weapon being stuck. Aparicha also has to admit that Tita's skill in swordsmanship. Although her power cannot be compared with genetically modified warriors, her exquisite swordsmanship and speed show that she has received quite professional guidance and training - the other two fighting sisters who smashed into the mutant crowd with her also used the same tactics. It is said that this is because of the sisters.

The association received the emperor's education at the beginning of its establishment. Within this armed group, the duel skills taught by the emperor are skills that only senior commanders can learn - now the group battle skills shown by Tita can still be called a master, there is no complete body or limb between the sword. Although the mutants on the ground have not all died, they all have lost their ability to move. Occasionally, they use plasma pistols to blast out a passage emitting burnt smell and thick smoke in the crowd to avoid being surrounded.

"The goal is a cult."

"There are cultists everywhere here." Aparicha smoothly cut the mutants in front of him into half with a battle axe. The large amount of casualties made the ground of the steel staircase extremely slippery. A large amount of blood fell from the edge of the staircase like tap water to the abyss, like a crimson waterfall, with corpses at every moment, and the wounded and internal organs were squeezed down. It was only a long time later that the echo of the impact came. "This should not be the task assigned to you by the Regent?"

"This is the task given to me by His Majesty. If I could have wanted to catch the priestess with my own hands, she was the leader of the sect and one of the culprits who opened the portal. What I wanted was a complete prisoner, Aparisha."

"So do you know where she is?"

"Intuition tells me that she is here. She is still alive, and Ether gives her strength and luck."

Tita cut open the neck of a mutant and pressed it on the railing to bleed. At the same time, she used her other hand to hold the scorpion tail shot out by another mutant like lightning, and pulled the tail and spine mercilessly, which was astonishingly efficient. She squinted her eyes, and a strong intuition made her look on a figure fleeing in a panic not far away. Compared to other mutants with severe distortion due to chemical pollution, the figure looked quite beautiful, and the sacred human appearance remained intact, but Tita could smell the disgusting blasphemy stench. The enemy-to-me recognition system could not determine whether it was the target, but Tita's intuition was possible. The intense emotions and inexplicable hatred made her breath unconsciously aggravate her breathing.

Catherine, who also accepted the order, did not participate directly in the battle. She was equipped with steel wings like other combat sisters, but the steel wings she used were wider and as flexible as real wings. Tita saw Catherine spread her wings and swept past the giant fusion reactor like an eagle to the crowded crowd of mutants below, using her long sword in her hand to accurately attack a specific target and then rise again. The knights could not understand Catherine's choice of targets, but Tita knew that Catherine's targets were the mutants who were the most determined to blasphemy. Regardless of whether the other party's appearance was severe or not, they all had the same intuition as the emperor's artificial humans.

"My intuition has always been accurate, Aparicha, she needs to be judged."

Constantine accelerated her pace to avoid the attack, like a clever bullfighter in golden armor.

Both sides of this battle had extraordinary speed and strength.

The muscles growing naturally under the enemy's black and purple skin were tightened, and the fishy and hot breathing slammed on his armor with anger. Constantine stretched out her palm to grab Maximus's firm spine. The huge force dragged him forward, and the iron deck and mesh grille were wrinkled like paper under his combat boots. Constantine felt that his shoulder joint was almost dislocated, and even so, the other arm holding the spear was still stable. The sharp blade flashing with lightning streaked across a semicircle, cutting Maximus' neck and the skin on the back of his head. Although the soul was wrapped in rage, the black bristles growing on Maximus' spine sensitively sensed the stirring air of the spear. At the moment when the sharp blade almost pierced into the skull, he lowered his head at a reaction speed that ordinary people could not match, and avoided a fatal blow.

The wound caused by the spear could not heal for a long time. The smelly blood was burned into white smoke by pure flames. Even the tiniest wounds would bring the strongest pain. Unnatural blood drips onto the mesh grid that inevitably turned into fragile oxidation reactions, and then made a sizzling sound, the smell of irritating gunpowder, the smell of hair burning gun flames, and the ozone smell emitted by the decomposition force field burning oxygen atoms filled every inch of the air here. The air heated by the iron river below continued to rise, and the smoke slowly rose up with the thick smoke.

Maximus did not stop. It turned its body wildly and hit the wall, trying to crush the guards to death. Constantine hurriedly let go of the spine and threw himself out with the inertia of the behemoth turning around. He watched the behemoth crash into a steel bracket before he stopped slowly. He took advantage of Maximus's forehead and knees before he got up from the ground. The heavy behemoth was pushed by the blocking force of the bomb and shakingly took a few steps back. Constantine's last shot directly hit the deck in front of Maximus, and the broken deck fell down with it.

He didn't have time to check his own results. Seeing the iron swallowing Maximus, Constantine had to deal with another challenge. He heard the dull heartbeat and the blood flowing in his blood vessels, and smelled the scent of blood from the external air circulation device of his helmet. It was not the smell of human blood, but an unnatural blood mixed with the smell of festering flesh and strange musk.

The psychic sound waves visible to the naked eye came from behind. Constantine turned around in time to let the thickest shoulder armor resist the shock of the sound wave, but the powerful thrust made him take a small step back. The psychic sound waves not only act on the material level, but the unbearable harsh and sharp sounds directly poured into the ears of the commander of the guards. The noise filtering system in the helmet did not work at all, and the existence of the sound waves was not even detected.

Constantine rushed forward with a strong thrust without changing her face, stretching her arms out of the spear.

Perhaps because of the fact that Black Card Burt Kowtchong subconsciously flapped the broken bat wings. The pair of wings used a method that completely violated the physical laws of the material universe to generate impossible thrust to drive its body to float to avoid the spear blade. But it did not escape the next attack. Constantine pulled the trigger and the bomb hit Black Card Burtchong's skull. It fell to the ground like a big bat. The commander of the guard instantly burst out at an astonishing speed and rushed towards the falling Black Card Burtchong, with his arm tightly clamped his spear, like a fierce knight who launched a charge.

The Imperial Guards collided with the falling giant beast, as deafening as the industrial forging heavy hammer fell.

The spear pierced Blackcard Bertgang's body. The guards used the spear to support the giant beast two meters higher than him, and pushed it to the edge of the deck by relying on the inertia when running. The latter angrily clasped Constantine's shoulder armor with his sharp claws, trying to open his huge mouth and bit his helmet. The next moment, the gunshot sounded in the giant beast's chest, and the huge monster was immediately bombarded out.
Chapter completed!