The anger stings like a steel needle jumping under a thousand skulls. The dirty and smelly air makes people breathless. The stench of fresh blood and internal organs exposed to the air is even more unbearable. Derick's movements were very fast, so fast that other mutants had not yet reacted to the death of their companions. The sudden muffled noise and violent tremors simultaneously lifted up all the creatures in the room. The guards maintained their balance with supernatural agility. He supported the ground with his spear handle and pulled out his other hand.

The backup weapon at the waist, the Oath Dagger, was called a dagger but more like a sword to ordinary people - swung towards the group of mutants with flaws. His movements were very fast, so fast that the mutants were doing slow motion in the visual information feedback. Derrick first saw the terrified expression on the faces of the mutants clearly. However, a sound wave visible to the naked eye hit his wrist and body, pushing the blade of the Oath Dagger away, and at the same time pushed him several meters away with the power armor.

These mutants of the obviously warrior caste fell to the ground in a row.

A soft white light lit up from behind the mutants, and the glimmer bloomed from a tuning fork embedded in the forehead. The man in a black tights with white stripes covered his upper half of his face in a mask made of some type of flexible material. His eyes exposed in the holes were staring at Dericksen with an angry gaze. Both sides recognized each other and were alert to each other, but Dericksen believed that the Black Bat King was not as detailed as he knew, because the other party had never seen the Imperial Guards-Dayri

Ke Xian stopped his movements and stared at the Black Bat King. He was conducting an evaluation, and the detection system also summarized the identified enemy information - he didn't know whether the assassin had completed some of the tasks. If it was completed, then the Atiran mutant command organization must have been paralyzed. Why was the Black Bat King not affected by Medusa's death? Is the enemy's psychological endurance beyond the estimate? If so, how should the beheading tactics and psychological tactics be modified to achieve the maximum effect?

"What happened...oh, no..."

"Shut up!" Another Ghost clan warrior stared at the Imperial Guards and scolded the electromechanical experts who were so sad when they saw their companions' corpses. It was not troubled by the death of the same clan. The Ghost clan had a different view on death. It was much better to die in the hands of the enemy than to die in humiliation in court and bed. It slowly stood up, and its muzzle was always aimed at the golden light and gem fire in the shadows. Even though the latter became turbid due to dirty blood and minced flesh, it still emitted a dazzling and charming brilliance. "Kill the invader first... Your Majesty, what should we do?"

The Black Bat King squatted down and made a gesture, meaning to ask about tactical intentions. He stared at the ghost clan warrior who was cut in half on the ground. His powerful body functions made him struggle for a while before he died. During this period, he kept holding the warrior's hand. In this case, the meaning of this gesture can be vaguely understood.

"Well, I hope this invader is not a robot, it looks like a statue." The ghost clan warrior looked at the guards, "Who are you, the invader? Where are you from, what do you want to do, why are you here? Why are you killing His Majesty's people?"

Derrick first made a gesture and pointed the hot muzzle and the blade tip at the group of mutants.

He realized the current situation. As long as other mutants are still alive, the Black Bat King would not dare to do his best to release psychic sound waves. That would cause the spire to collapse and Atilan fall, and all Atilan aliens will die. Although doing so would damage the honor, Derik did not think that there was any difficulty in making a decision. Mutants should die, especially mutants who undergo alien genetic engineering. They are not only a defilement of the purity of human race genes, but also a complete pollution of genes by external dimension energy. He did not have a weapon to fight against sound waves, but he believed that the protection ability of the power armor could support him to cut off the Black Bat King's head. The power armor's enemy-to-me recognition system and multi-spectral vision entered the detailed information of the Black Bat King into the system, and then sent it to the outside through the signal adapter placed by the genetically modified warriors.

Derrick first hopes that the emperor knows that he has met the Black Bat King.

"No." He said, "there is no reason."

"Did you kill those civilians from the Kimirian clan?"

The Ghost Clan warrior grinned and made a threatening expression. It knew what the Black Bat King wanted to ask, because the same doubts bothered everyone present. Not every room they walked through was empty. Sometimes they would meet some Kimirian wizards - but those wizards were all crazy. Some dug out their eyes, some sewed their mouths, and some peeled their skin with a knife... They were all talking about past or false things.

Some wizards are even worse, and they can even be called strange. After all, no one here has ever seen a madman who eats his flesh and blood and brains to others. The blood is flowing all over the ground, and everyone keeps a crazy expression and talks to themselves, making incomprehensible screams. They are like they are driven crazy by some kind of sound, which is also wandering in their ears. Even the Black Bat King himself confessed that he was in hallucination more than once. This place is so weird that the Ghost Clan warriors can't wait to leave.

"Is it related to those wizards? What is the monster you are fighting with? Where are we now?"

The Black Bat King has long realized this, and they are not completely in real life.

Scientists in the Kerry Empire have a theory that there is a super-dimensional space outside the material universe. The mythical high-race gods may have used the technology and energy there to create the Kerry people. This statement was once considered nonsense, but with more and more historical evidence and scientific discoveries, this statement has also become the mainstream theory of the Kerry Empire. Terrigan was used for psychic experiments, and the genetic engineering of the alien race is the application of some kind of psychic technology.

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Perhaps it was because of fear, or perhaps because of the constant explosions and trembling of the ground, the lock-toothed dog was lying on the ground and shaking its loose dog skin. It had a premonition of danger, but the fires ignited around, the impact of the explosion and the falling deck made it scared. There was also the continuous thinning and cold air. The education I received since childhood told it that the holes in the dome were dangerous. Without the correct measures, everyone here would die of hypoxia and low temperature. What's worse, it could not track the locator carried by its owner, and all the signals disappeared. It lay on the ground and made a whimper, two people grabbed and hugged their huge, round heads, with their tails clamped, and their round black eyes were full of tears.

Fear made it unable to help but scream a few times, and then it crushed the scream to death in its throat.

It saw a group of huge human-shaped black shadows passing quietly through the shadows. The terrifying weapons in their hands emitted the smell of hot metal and ashes, and the black steel covering them had an indelible smell of blood. The Lock-Tooth Dog knew that this was an invader. Its sister who was smart enough to work in the genetic laboratory told it that if it encountered an invader, it would be better to go up and take a bite, because its bite force was very strong and its teeth were very sharp. The Lock-Tooth Dog had never known what "bite force" was. It only knew that it could bite the bones in one bite. Every time it ate, it would not need to leave any bones, and it would lick the plate clean. Every time it did this, it would receive praise - but the Lock-Tooth Dog did not do this. It hugged its head and shivered, and its intuition told it that doing this would only cause itself to die, because those humans were tall, big, strong, and very fast. It had seen them intending to use their fists to plan the walls and human heads.

Perhaps they will also eat the heads of the Inhuman race, just like tearing open the seal of soft-packed dog food!

Suddenly it received a weak signal, which made it feel excited. It immediately jumped towards the coordinate without any doubt. Then it seemed like it hit an invisible wall, and the invisible force knocked it back. When it opened its eyes again, it found that it was still in place, and its reckless jumping sprained its front paws.

Frustration made fear come back, and it couldn't help but whimper in sadness.

It was too difficult. It was just a dog, even if it was a product of genetic engineering, it was also a dog. This kind of thing was too difficult for a dog. It just wanted to curl up in its nest, sleep, and after waking up, chasing the drone around, and then leaving its own scent mark in every corner of the genetic council and settlement as if no one was around, just like the past. The lock-tooth dog sucked in. The fire burned countless things, and it smelled the scorching smell of flesh and blood, the melting smell of metal, the cold smell of vacuum and the indifference of the white sand of the moon. Fear breeds determination, the lock-tooth dog howled in pain, closed his eyes tightly, and jumped forward again.

The result was the same, and it felt depressed again, and there was no strength to hold its tail.

It needs to be touched by the head, scratched by the chin, and preferably touched by the belly.

"One more, Lock the Teeth. You are the bravest dog!"

It squirted, as if it heard his sister say this.

Its sister is small, short and thin, but very smart, wearing a pair of round big glasses.

"I'm brave. I'm not afraid."

It says that to itself and then tries again.

A few seconds after the signal was sent, the guards that were originally scattered in different places surrounded the assembly points all ran towards the armored command vehicle, and even Constantine came over. The mortal officer who had just finished the meeting with the emperor noticed that the emperor, who was wearing a gray-black military coat a few seconds ago, had stood up, wearing a pair of black power armor, but the area of ​​the golden decoration was much larger than that of black. Constantine and several Mars technicians held each and pushed a cart to send several pieces of equipment over. The mortal officers saw a gorgeous golden giant spear, a explosive rifle inlaid with huge oval rubies, an exquisite dagger and several magazine magazines, while the emperor's famous holy sword remained in the scabbard at his waist.

Although they are mortals and are just intermediate officers, they also know the emperor's abilities.

Somehow, they felt that the emperor was much harder to get close to at this moment than when he was in an interim staff meeting. This was definitely not because of the simple reason that his eyes, face and head were covered by light, but a completely different feeling, as if he had fallen into a star. The smart mortal officer had already been away from him, and some people had realized that the emperor was no longer the person with a very humorous sense of minutes ago.

"Constantine, stay here," He said, "Hamurabi, Amon, Hannibal, go with me."

"My Lord, Derik is facing the enemy leader first. The information he sent back shows that the Black Bat King is extremely dangerous. As your guard, I must not let you stand here and watch you fight."

"Don't worry, the Black Bat King cannot hurt me. I have two chances of facing him, this is only the first time." He said, "The enemy should not die inexplicably. He should know why he was guilty. I will give him honor to me face to face, and to give him honor to beheaded by me. He should die like a king, even if he is just a mutant king."

“Is this your philosophy of conquest?”

"Whether the other party is a human, a mutant or an alien alien, we should know the reason for us to start a war, and we should know that humans are the destiny of the universe, and the alien's butcher's knife can no longer harm the survival of the human race. Everything we do is to ensure that the future will come."

The emperor's tone was very calm, but the emotions were obvious. It could be called self-confidence or arrogance. It would do anything. His wisdom and force were enough to support this belief. Constantine noticed that the emperor was not only talking to him, but the officers were also listening to him. This is normal. Even if He did not speak, it would be the focus of collective attention. No one would not respect Him. However, how to instill his own ideas into others after speaking is a very test of personal ability. Constantine has seen the speeches of many politicians in this world, but no one can be as inflammatory as the speeches of the emperor. He is a natural ruler, and his words can even make a stone bow down and surrender. Even the eternal and unchanging heart of the guards will be ignited by His words.
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