Chapter 1456 Data Wasteland (Second update)

"We live in a primitive age where killing is for peace."

Dideros recited in his mind the words he had heard from the preacher, and then fired.

The crooked, giant spider-like body one hundred and twenty meters away trembled violently, and then rushed towards here. The other three bolt guns fired one after another, and the warheads continued to peel off the thick armor shell of the creature, greasy. Black blood spilled on the red sand soil. A few black figures were vaguely revealed in the gradually thinning red sand storm, and they all ran towards the place where the gunfire rang out. The veteran sergeant stood aside indifferently, watching the new recruits fire a total of twenty explosive rounds. He himself held a plasma pistol in one hand and a chain sword in the other. When the creature at the front approached the fifty-meter red line, Dideros immediately stopped pulling the trigger, pulled out the chain sword from his waist and rushed forward - the other team members could not restrain their desire to fight and immediately stopped. They pulled the trigger and followed them - they had not met their targets for several days after airborne from outer space to the surface. The aggressive and bloodthirsty brought about by genetic modification could not be vented at all. Only people with higher military ranks could control them. They ran on the red sand as fast as a speeding train locomotive

It was a deformed product of the over-armed and stacked technology of the Martian Olympus Forge.

The thing had no facial features that a human should have. Smooth oval black iron covered the front and top of the thing's skull. There was only a plastic feeding tube connected to where the mouth and nose should be. Bearings and hydraulic manipulators replaced joints and bones, energy lines and detectors replaced blood vessels and skin receptors, and layers of armor protected the enhanced muscles and internal organs that had been stripped of skin. The chainsword Dideros swung cut off the whip-like steel forearm on one side of the creature, but when the saw teeth bit into the gaps in the steel armor on the chest and abdomen, a black viscous substance suddenly spurted out and covered his helmet. and breastplate, and the monster's steel whip-like arm was like a swift iron snake, immediately wrapping around his chainsword and arms, trying to crush his armor and weapons like anaconda snakes in the forest.

Dideros subconsciously stretched out the bolter in his other hand.

He pulled the trigger at almost zero distance, and the powerful braking ability knocked the thing back a few steps. The rapidly rotating single-molecule high-temperature saw teeth also had room for movement. He almost instinctively swung the weapon in the direction of the sound of cutting steel. . Before Dideros could wipe away the contaminants and poisonous blood on the lenses and tear the creature apart with his own rage, other team members had already rushed over. Alasik knocked the thing to the ground and cut it off with his weapon. An electronic biochemical spine that developed and was modified in the past.

Dideros let out a roar and vented all the remaining anger on the other monsters that came over.

The other monsters don't seem to be much different from the one they first discovered and tracked. All the limbs and heads have been replaced, and the blood vessels, muscles and nerves have been replaced by complex, ugly and weird machinery, relying on unnatural growth promoted by hormones. With muscles and steel skeletons, these monsters are surprisingly strong. His thigh armor was rubbed by the supersonic steel whip tail. The sand and dust in the air were melted into white smoke by the high temperature of the iron whip. A long gully was cut out of the outer armor by the slender iron snake at the whip tail. , the armor integrity pattern in the helmet display immediately sounded an alarm - the brief contact battle lasted less than thirty seconds, and the knights tore these combinations of steel and flesh to pieces in the blink of an eye. But they are still not satisfied. Their aggressive blood is like fuel that is difficult to extinguish once it is ignited. Slight injuries and difficult prey will only make them more aggressive.

"This is my prey, Arashik!"

"This is our prey, if your intelligence can realize the word teamwork." Alashik's laughter was no better than that of the veteran noncommissioned officer, "You are now like a child whose toy has been taken away. If you If you want to have a fight here, I welcome you."

"Shut up, Arashik. And you, Dideros, if you can't abide by military discipline, I will throw you out of the airlock when we return to the space station." The veteran sergeant arrived belatedly. He glanced at the thing on the ground that was flowing with spoiled blood, engine oil, metabolites and combat hormones, and shook his head. "This thing is driven crazy by too many implants. Those Martian sages will not miss any opportunity to realize their crazy ideas, and the emperor has no control over those created from the training chamber. Arashik, take this Cut out the monster's serial number and give it to me, along with its brain chip, if you still have it."

As the power armor stopped injecting combat medicine, Dideros felt that the hot blood in his veins was gradually cooling down. He asked the veteran NCO pointedly, "Are other squads doing the same thing?"

The veteran sergeant smiled behind his visor.

"That's all you need to know for now."

The first knights to return took the gunboat back to the landing ship. After the landing ship sailed to the space station, they handed the loot to their superiors. Adjutant Nickerson nodded. He first recorded the number of kills of the first team, and then issued a document allowing the technicians from the Immortal City to take away this batch of trophies. The brain chip data will be read by a computer placed in a level four security compartment, transferred to a specific hard drive, and then sent back to Earth by dedicated personnel for research and analysis. This is something that has been going on since the Emperor made a deal with Mars, both to allow the Knights to be trained and to examine the Martian data wilderness for possible out-of-control forces, but in the logistics network between Mars and Earth Before the construction was completed, the first batch of knights went to the Martian Data Desert through the portal established in the Eternal City. Adjutant Nickerson had participated in at least three comprehensive trainings involving wilderness hunting projects.

"Tell me, did you find anything in these stinky things?"

"Do you know about food sampling? When the food is produced from the factory, a batch of samples will be left, the number will be recorded and then sealed. If there is a problem with any batch of products, you only need to test the samples to determine the cause." The technical director said casually He said, "These things are samples. The emperor has doubts about the experiment on Mars. For some people, the technical red line is meant to be crossed. Through the chip number, we can find the restless technical sage."

"Political struggles, there are restless people on Mars." Adjutant Nickerson licked his tongue, "So the regent asked his technical advisor to supervise this process?"

"Fortunately, protectionism on Mars is not that strong for the time being, and the political development of Mars is not completely out of control." The technical director used to be a person who liked to laugh, but an experimental accident caused him to lose most of his ability to smile. Adjutant Nickerson was a little uncomfortable with this guy who used thousands of nerve wires to make his scar tissue smile, but in this space station, the technical director needs to be responsible for the daily maintenance and management of the space station, and the adjutant also needs his advice. "The Regent needs Mars to agree to move some production lines to Earth, including the war engine production line."

"That's impossible, that's Mars' most powerful weapon."

"Yes...so this is a big problem." The technical director grinned, "So I'm looking forward to what can be checked out in these new batches of chips."