"I really hope to kill some monsters or enemies as soon as possible. Those cowards in red robe are too boring."
When everyone was busy, the most fighting pioneer in the team couldn't help but use a chainsaw sword to slash at the imagined enemy, and his mouth was not idle.
His competitiveness is also famous among many new blood believers. Although his violence is bound by discipline based on blood ties, his attitude of doing nothing but making nonsense has angered many people.
"Put down your weapons and move these things to it! Don't let me see you idle again! Otherwise I will let you get out of the other teams to find the battle opportunities you want!"
Jackie appropriately conveyed opinions on behalf of everyone, and the guy ended up being dejected and moved the huge boxes piled up in scattered manner.
They had just been busy for a while and Jackie hurried out of the dispatching station
Under the illumination of the searchlight, he saw some shadows shaking in the direction they came, and then the noise of sharp claws brushing through the metal. However, the new blood did not find it strange or suspected it. The sacred mixed breaths of the sacred clans attracted the eyes of the new blood cultists through a foul miasma.
"We... are here..."
A huge three-armed acolyte came to everyone without any protection in thin slave labor uniforms. The members behind it were slightly smaller than the leader, but their average size was still greater than the largest new blood descendant here.
Out of pure piety, the new blood lowered their heads and saluted their predecessors.
"We welcome you, strong champions, and our team will do their best to protect you."
Jackie said it very passionately, but facing such a tall and weird family member in front of her, as well as the sharp claws that could penetrate the composite metal and the sharp teeth of the mouths of the acolytes, this sentence is more like a child's childish commitment to adults.
"No...no need to be nervous...we...protect you...responsibilities...probability...bishop..."
The sect has a clear position according to the purity of bloodlines. Except for those bishops and elders with powerful spiritual power, most believers are less like humans, the higher the level. Among them, the highest level is the "pure-blooded angels" who completely get rid of human form, and the second is the mixed-blooded acolytes like wild beasts. They have a shape that resembles pure-blooded angels, and their power is stronger and more primitive, although this also makes them unable to express their inner thoughts in the short and clear words of humans like new blood cultists.
The appearance of the acolytes aroused the killing instincts of the gene stealers. Their original fear and fear were quickly thrown away and they began to wait for the next action.
But the acolytes did not act immediately, nor did Jackie, because he sensed that there was something to come again.
Soon, a giant beast that had lost its chains appeared under the light with the sound of floor tiles breaking. This was a deformed object with a height of more than 3 meters and a living totem of the sect.
Its huge claws were driven by arms as thick as a tire, holding a twisted metal pole street sign, and the shackles on its neck were artificially dismantled, and were being guided everywhere by the bishop's psionic beacon.
This blue-purple three-armed giant immediately attracted the respect of all believers, and they all lowered their heads. Although the distorted body was strange and ugly in their eyes, it was full of an indescribable charm, a beauty that symbolized power. Originally, the collar at its neck was a symbol of enslaved by the sect. The bishop chose it as a war machine, but it also bound it like a livestock. Although no believer wanted to blaspheme the creation of the God in front of him, its overly irritable temperament and its huge body that was difficult to ignore would still cause trouble to the daily life of the Order.
But it is actually not irritable for new blood, but has a unique concern.
On the wide forehead of the distorted body, several strange eyes of different angles are arranged, and there is also a weird but very useful olfactory organ.
It stopped in front of the new blood, shook its head, and mumbled a few vague words in its throat.
"Follow you...be careful...dark..."
"Jackie, just lead your team and leave a small number of people at the transfer station."
The bishop's voice rang in Jackie's head, but it seemed a little weak.
"That kind of interference...is happening again...be careful..."
"Yes, the bishop will definitely live up to the entrusted."
When the bishop handed over his strong military power to him as a guard, Jackie realized that their path might be the "most promising" path at present. This heavy weight made him feel proud and a little frightened. He was worried that his failure would cause irreparable losses to the corps.
"You twenty of you stay here and report to the rear in time if you have any situation. Be smarter. If the situation is wrong, leave when you should leave. The most important thing is to convey the information to the bishop. Don't sacrifice it in vain."
After the arrangement was made, Jackie started to penetrate into the old home that had become creepy.
The reason why the distorted body was arranged to go ahead was not because of fear of death, but because the distorted body had a special crisis instinct and was even stronger in perception of danger than the bishop. The new bloods were holding guns and were alert to the dilapidated vents around, while the acolytes slowly followed the footsteps of the former to maintain a reliable way for this pathfinding force.
The body's hard and strong distortion was as loud as a giant rock. The heavy feet burst out with thunderous footsteps, almost stomping the passage, and the chitin armor on its body exuded a gem-like luster under the illumination of the helmet searchlight.
After walking for thousands of meters, the aberrant's swollen nasal cavity seemed to be sniffing something, and it stopped.
Jackie walked past it carefully and found horrifying evidence - on both sides of the dirty and wet passage, many chitin remains were like fossil remains. Jackie and his teammates walked over, and a torn remains came into view. It was a pure blood, and the whole body was cut into three pieces by some force. The flesh and blood were rotten, but the bones and carapace were left behind.
Pure blood angels are sacred in the eyes of new blood, but now there is one, or more than one corpse here.
What killed them?
"The incision is very flat, like a laser or ray weapon of mechanical slave owners."
Jackie faced the edge of the three-piece corpse with the sharp blade in his hand. Then he found something, squatted down and turned over the underside of the corpse.
On the metal ground, three deep marks were clearly visible. Jackie brushed his palm across the metal surface. A terrible claw suddenly appeared in his mind, which was even more terrifying than the claws of the pure blood angels, which made his heart suddenly start to pound wildly.
"Damn...what weapon is this? It has such power..."
“What should I do now?”
"Keep going, everyone is more careful."
Jackie came to the aberration and tried to calm its anxiety, but the aberration still muttered, perhaps because the spiritual connection with the bishop was cut off, but finally took a step.
As they continued to penetrate underground, they saw more and more remains, and the new blood became more and more nervous.
But fortunately, no real enemy appeared, and finally they arrived at the second transfer station, which means that they only have two transfer stations left to the target!
As before, it was deserted and abandoned, and even retained many living facilities built by the Order in the past, such as underground farms and recruit camps. The Order's flag was strung weakly on a metal pole, and Jackie found that his telepathy with other relatives had become sticky, dull, and even blocked, and had to rely more on spoken language to convey instructions.
But the impact of the mind being divided is not only that, the new blood began to feel a little frightened. They instinctively considered the mixed-blood acolytes, trying to gain strength from their ancestors...
Chapter completed!