Chapter 1600 Moon War (One Hundred and Twelve)

Chapter 1596 Moon War (112)

[Don't let the Countess interrupt our conversation, dear Victor. 】

[Her ambition cannot be ignored. 】

[She is trying to regain her luxurious life, which is human nature. She is more than just a beautiful canary. 】The emperor on the throne changed his sitting position, but the holy sword in the scabbard still served as his staff. The apparition of Regent Victor von Doom stood beside the throne, but Countess Katarina Karkov, who had been at the foot of the stairs a few minutes before, had ignored it. The regent was still entertaining guests in the banquet hall at this moment. The diplomats had no idea that he was communicating with the emperor at this moment, and these secrets were secrets that they would never hear in their lifetime. [I would like to invite you to pay attention to the sealing progress of the portal in Attilan. Constantine, Malcolm and Aparisha are on their way to the portal. I have weakened the power behind the veil, but the potential danger is still not eliminated. 】

[I believe that your Imperial Guards and genetically modified warriors can complete the mission. Do other warriors besides Constantine think this is the result of some kind of alien psychic sorcery? 】

【Yes. 】

[We cannot let them know the truth behind the curtain. The mere arrival of alien aliens has caused despair in many humans and even triggered the worship of alien aliens. We cannot let them see where the real danger comes from, otherwise we will Everything in the battle will be completely destroyed. I hope you have arranged the brainwashing process for the genetically modified warriors who have gone deep into the portal of Attilan Star Castle. Your Majesty, I know that the loyalty of the genetically modified warriors is impeccable, and they have indeed carried out your will, but they have stripped away their memories. Cruelty is a kind of kindness to them. 】

The emperor did not speak, nor did he look at the phantom of regent Victor von Doom. His silence made the regent mention another matter. [NASA installed the Dark Elf's battleship jump engine on a spacecraft. It was a huge technological black box, and NASA couldn't understand its principles at all, which would inevitably lead to danger.] The regent mentioned another thing, [For those people, killing is a kind of mercy. Don't let the danger spread to the earth. We have enough troubles already. 】

"Dirty alien sorcery!"

Aparisha impatiently picked up the pieces of flesh that were clinging to the armor and squirming upwards and threw them aside.

Thanks to the engineering roads designed to transport heavy precision equipment when the Star Fortress was built, the armored convoy was able to drive to its destination unimpeded after clearing away the fragile structures added by local residents over thousands of years. However, the deeper they went into the core of the star fort, the weirder the creatures they encountered, some of which could not even be considered complete lives - armored vehicles equipped with flamethrowers and melt launchers, attacking half of their bodies from the flesh-growing walls. The disgusting creatures that extended out attacked, because these things growing out of the walls were hindering the progress of the convoy - but those seemingly unconscious creatures exploded with extremely violent reactions, and some even broke away from the wall attachments and crawled towards the armored convoy. Ignoring the pain caused by the flame-burned flesh, he tried to attack the convoy and genetically modified soldiers with his dirty and deformed claws.

The radio equipment of the armored vehicles continues to receive signal feedback from unknown sources. Even the on-board broadcasts of armored vehicles and main battle tanks are also affected. It seems that there is an invisible ghost floating in the radio channel. No matter how the encryption measures are changed, the harsh sound cannot be driven away. noise. After emergency treatment, Martian technicians separated an extremely terrifying cry from the interference noise. It seemed to be the panicked breathing of some intelligent life in a dark and gloomy valley. An indescribable unknown threat was in the nearby dark forest. growled,

But this did not affect the minds of the soldiers at all.

Right at the front of the convoy, they could still see the Emperor's light dispelling the darkness.

Many mortal soldiers firmly believe that they are engaged in a just and glorious battle. This is also the human supremacy that the emperor has always instilled in them. Only by clearing out the alien alien races that threaten the human race can mankind achieve peaceful development. A valuable opportunity. Aparisha placed the mortal soldiers at the back of the convoy, allowing the mortals to take on relatively easy tasks. This is not because he thinks highly of himself and believes that only genetically modified warriors can complete the tasks given by the emperor, but because as the first chapter leader, he knows that the alien witchcraft of Attilan Star Fortress is very dangerous.

The lives of those mortal soldiers are not worth mentioning to him, but leaking secrets that cause mortal soldiers to go crazy and disrupt their deployment is something he cannot allow. What's more, logistical fuel and ammunition supplies do need to be guarded. If there is no logistical supplies, This armored convoy is likely to stop on the road due to lack of fuel and other reasons. For the sake of order and stability in military operations, genetically modified warriors had to take on more work, cleaning up those huge moving pieces of flesh and completely deformed alien creatures in front of the long convoy - not only those who broke free from the wall of flesh and blood were There is half a humanoid creature left, and there is also some kind of fat humanoid creature. The obnoxiously fat abdomen is swollen and drooping. The skin is as thin as cicada wings but is extremely tough to open up to reveal thick blood vessels and plump breasts. The internal organs, the head that has completely lost its human appearance, are deeply sunk in the fat accumulated on the shoulders and neck, and the vicious little eyes that have lost their function are covered with a layer of white mist.

Such monsters often come out of the maintenance channels or ventilation ducts that have been filled with flesh and blood when the armored convoy sprays fire on the wall of flesh and blood. They are often still wrapped in their afterbirth when they appear, and the sticky and hot flame fuel flows out without any hindrance. They slip on their oily skin, and even the rapidly rotating single-molecule high-temperature blade of the chain sword sometimes slips on their skin. Compared with those skinny humanoid monsters with only half their body left, this fat monster seems to have more differences. Aparisha is definitely not referring to the feeling of chopping with an execution battle ax, but the distortion caused by this fat monster seems to have more witchcraft involved-the relatively thin monster has been temporarily captured by the Praetorian Guards. Named Ghoul. Aparisha also asked Constantine, if the thin guy is called a ghoul, then what should the big guy be called? These words made several other guards roll their eyes - Apalisha saw Constantine Ding thrust out his spear with dazzling skill, and the huge blade was as dexterous as a needle, disembowelling a fat monster. The huge internal organs filled with maggots fell to the ground, and the maggots quickly evolved into flies. Aparisha waved her shield without showing any signs of weakness, slamming a fat humanoid creature that was far taller than herself into the burning wall of flesh.

The tongue with bone fangs at the end pierced out from under the monster's head, which was deep in the fat of the neck, passed around the shield from above, and slapped Aparisha hard on the shield-holding arm. The whip that exceeded the speed of sound just now was enough to cut off the waist of an ordinary person. Even Aparisha felt a dull pain in her arms and shoulders. Her arm was almost torn off, and several tooth marks were left on the solid armor that had experienced hundreds of battles. . Angry at his negligence, he swung the battle ax diagonally from bottom to top, cutting off the knees that were wrapped in muscle and gray fat. Then he swung the ax at the body of the creature that lost its balance and fell heavily to the ground, slashing deep into the body. The giant long tongue that stretched out again split open the head that had sunk into the body, and a fist-sized piece of pink-white fat that was probably the brain flowed out mixed with light yellow oil.

The originally huge, grease-covered humanoid body turned into dust in just a few seconds. Although it was a variant of the obese monster, it had the same result after death. If judged by the naked eye alone, the proportion of ashes left after the death of this humanoid creature seems to be much greater than that of the "alien witchcraft servants and mutants" encountered on the upper deck. However, even if this humanoid creature dies, The ultimate stench remaining in the air still penetrates the helmet and attacks the nerves of the genetically modified warrior.

"Burn these things."

Aparisha looked with disgust at the wall of flesh and blood that had just spit out a giant fat monster. The shape of the channel that spit out the monster has not yet closed. The drop-shaped flesh and blood petals composed of two curved arcs are like the female external genitalia that has just finished childbirth. It is still there. The amniotic fluid is flowing, waiting to give birth to the next monster, as if these flesh and blood constitute a real biological matrix, and they are walking inside its body. Aparisha threw a plasma grenade into the passage, and after waiting for the explosion and flash, the wall of withered flesh and blood was slapped to the ground by the rapidly expanding gas. Other genetically modified warriors were carrying out their duties, whether their opponents were so-called ghouls or those fat monsters. Apalisha even saw one genetically modified warrior stuffing a melta launcher into the flesh-walled birth canal. When the trigger was pulled, the high temperature caused the flesh and blood to shrink violently as if they were living creatures. The bio-oils sizzled, and the charred ventilation duct exhaust fan was spit out, emitting billowing gray smoke.

"Constantine!" he shouted over the communication channel, "I don't want you to fall in front of the convoy."

Faster than flamethrowers and faster than the Praetorian Guards, they are the ones being escorted in the center of the Praetorian Guards squad formation.

That was not the emperor, but a woman who was petite compared to the Imperial Guards and compared to the genetically modified warriors. Her long white hair was spread over the dark power armor, and her eyes were filled with golden flames. Every path she walked , even the inactive charred flesh will turn into dust in an instant, revealing the decks and equipment that were covered with filthy flesh and body fluids thousands of years ago. Catherine walks in the four-dimensional material universe in the name of the Emperor, using the Emperor's power to expel the terror spreading from behind the veil. This is a weapon left behind by the Emperor before he returned to Earth for a more important mission.

Some steady but inaudible tune hummed happily from Catherine's throat. No one knows what this song is called, because it comes from mankind's praise of the emperor ten thousand years later. Now this song is just a by-product of after-school time in the sisterhood monastery, and even the tune has not yet been determined.

Every step she took was steady and perfect. .

The guards cut the monsters born from the flesh wall into pieces in front of her. Even the stinky blood splashed could not fall to her feet. Even Catherine herself was holding a long sword and a bolt gun, because of the forbidden The guards' tight cooperation did not give her a chance to take action. They protected her like they were protecting the emperor. But there are some things that the Imperial Guard cannot completely solve with their swift blades and thermonuclear explosive warheads. Like the Praetorian Guards, she had the emperor's power blooming in her body, but it was purer because she was completely composed of energy - she stretched out her palm and gently touched the flesh-stripped deck gate at the core of Attilan Star Fortress. Controlling the screen, the next moment the gate that was supposed to be operated by technicians slowly opened with an unpleasant creaking sound, revealing the even more tragic and horrific flesh and blood filth behind the door, as if the machinery of this star fort had surrendered to her—— The thick and foul-smelling mist almost blocked the passage, and only the heat of the flames could dissipate it slightly. But when Catherine touched it, the mist immediately changed into heavy water droplets falling on the deck. The water flowed down along the steel passage, and the air gradually became fresher. , large areas of flesh and blood were dissolving, as if the world was undergoing an endless rain, trying to wash away the filth accumulated for thousands of years.

[Apalisha is very talented, you know his role from the moment you meet him. 】

[He will be my champion. He has potential and will not be bound by moral shackles. ] The emperor sat on the throne and talked with the phantom of the regent Victor von Doom. Under Amon's gaze, he raised his glass and explained his theory to the regent. [If two worlds are about to collide and the only solution is to destroy the other world, then Aparisha will not hesitate to pull the trigger to fight for the survival of the human race. That's something ordinary people can't do, dear Victor, they will help us build the bomb that will blow up another world, but they won't pull the trigger to avoid incurring moral debt and infamy - no matter what. Steve Rogers or Tony Stark, neither of them has as strong a heart as Aparisha. Maybe Natasha Romanoff has such a strong mind, but I'm not sure if she is still the same as she was in the past - they can give up the lives of other innocent people for their own peace of mind, but they don't know that survival is for living things It is the greatest justice. They want to be heroes with clean hands, so they avoid the last moment. 】

[Are you sure this isn't because Aparisha is essentially a thug? 】

[He was an obedient thug, and that was enough for me. If people like Steve Rogers or Tony Stark knew about the threats we face, they would not allow others to solve the problem if they cannot solve it because it would be too much for ordinary people. Cruel and too heavy. If we choose this path, dear Victor, we will bear a future that is far heavier than others. 】

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