Aparicha felt this was very interesting because even he himself didn't know why he was interested in Constantine's proposal. He followed with interest, slowly talking about his request in the splash of blood and minced meat, and did not care whether Constantine and the other guards listened to it. He had submitted duel applications to Constantine more than once, but all of these applications were rejected without exception.

To some extent, chemical psychological interference and brain implantation transform the psychology of genetically modified warriors into a nearly non-human level. Conventional psychoanalytic theory cannot be applied to these superhumans. For this Immortal City has established a new psychological model to analyze the behavior of genetically modified warriors. The core of this theory is the concept proposed by the emperor. Every genetically modified warrior is a violent and brutal war machine. However, in order to allow genetically modified warriors to focus on tasks and avoid being affected by other sensory factors, the brain after chemical treatment will lose many humans to cope with the emotions shown by the outside world.

In the eyes of other ordinary humans, these superhumans, as cold as steel, have no normal human feelings, but are just tools for the emperor to exercise the ultimate violence imposed on the enemy. They will not have any emotional fluctuations because of their violence in the war, nor will they make any expressions because of witnessing the anti-human behavior of certain armed factions. For them, there is no difference between religious armed forces and whether they eat human flesh. The role of genetically modified warriors is to eliminate the situation.

Abandoning superstitions and superstitions, when the genetically modified soldiers quietly escorted the exploration team into the Iraqi region, they wiped out a religious militant guerrilla team that happened to run into. Then the genetically modified soldiers kept puffing the religious militants into the meat grinder without changing their faces, exactly the same as what the latter did to the civilians, except that the genetically modified soldiers did not cheer at all. Their expressions were as if they were facing the boring food industry assembly line and just wanted to complete the work as soon as possible.

"We need to cooperate, Constantine." Aparichaus swung the battle axe in his hand, leaving only a afterimage. He could hardly see Constantine's movements, and the monsters blocking the guards' way forward came to death in the blink of an eye. The guards formed the formation directly inserted into the crowded alien ocean composed of the spirit entities of the ether, allowing the sisters to use a hot melt gun to spray high temperatures on those trying to get together. "The premise of cooperation is to be honest. If I don't know the limits of the guards, how should we cooperate?"

Aparicha glimpsed the end of the team, the genetically modified warriors' meat grinder-like battlefield.

These elite genetically modified warriors are not ordinary people, and they can still deal with the current situation. The scales rubbed the shield and made a harsh scream. Countless sharp claws of different sizes were frantically scratching the upper edge of the shield. The etheric alien entities, like a tide, were completely unable to break through the defense line they formed from behind. The genetically modified warriors retreated while fighting, leaving a prop composed of corpses and various body fluids among the etheric alien entities to ensure that the sisters armed personnel in the middle had enough space to play the role of the hot melt gun.

"My warrior is bleeding, Constantine."

Constantine couldn't help frowning. He still couldn't understand why Aparicha was standing by his side and interfering with the battle. "I accept your invitation to participate in this mission, you must tell me the mission information." Aparicha stretched out his finger and pointed at his helmet. "Don't think I can't see that the document marked with the Imperial Guards has been modified many times. I know the portal is below, but the reconnaissance drone also saw something outside the portal?"

The steel storm gradually subsided, and the corpses of etheric aliens were covered in front of him. Constantine took out the magazine to replace the ammunition for his spear. The explosive gun that was hung in the empty warehouse was loaded again with a snap. The guard commander picked up the spear and shot two shots, killing the etheric alien who was trying to destroy the steel stairs a hundred meters away. The latter exploded like a bag filled with juice, and all the corrosive blood fell on the wall behind him, corrosively corroded a large hole full of black cables.

"I need a genetically modified warrior to resist the attack of the aether alien and buy time for Catherine." Constantine's answer made Aparicha want to swing the axe towards him, but the guard leader seemed to know nothing about it. He took a very natural step to the right, and a garrison spear stabbed him, stabbing the ether entity that emerged when passing by the corner. There was not much light here, only the gun flame when the blaster fired could provide fleeting light. The guard leader was not affected by the gun flames that flashed by around him. He once again steadily picked up the spear and pulled the trigger. Aparicha picked up the plasma pistol and fired a white-hot ball of plasma, giving Constantine the last blow to the target.

"You just need to know this, Aparicha."

"I am such a fool, and I have chosen a more relaxed topic for you. Since you don't want to talk about the arena, then you'd better think that this task is worthy of my soldiers' life. Don't think that only the Imperial Guards can access confidential tasks. You are just bodyguards and we are soldiers. We shed more blood. You are not the only armed force of the emperor, and you have no right to deal with all tasks on behalf of the emperor. He will trust us more on the battlefield."

Neither Constantine nor the other guards answered, they killed silently, as always, and even Aparicha's attack did not change the established rhythm of the battle.

"I will not give up on my mission because of this, Constantine, we will follow the emperor's philosophy to fight instead of power." Aparicha tried to hide his anger. He swung his battle axe, and the upper bust of the etheric alien entity disappeared like an explosion. The guards stared at Aparicha from the corner of their eyes, his muscles tight, ready to deal with the possible attack of the lord of the First Army. "We will meet again in the palace, Constantine." To the surprise of the guards, Aparicha did not launch an attack. He lowered his axe and stared at the guards, "I hope you have a good explanation at that time."

Regent Victor von Doom couldn't help but sigh.

Although not everyone in the Imperial Guards' Constitution has a high opinion of themselves, their confidentiality style can easily lead to misunderstandings from others. He believes that it is necessary to inform the emperor of the conflict between the Imperial Guards and Aparisha. After all, the genetically modified warriors have the violent bloodthirsty genetic characteristics that the Imperial Guards do not have. If there is a conflict between the two sides, it will be an unacceptable loss. The team went down the road, and the armored convoy formed a line of defense to block all the etheric entities trying to enter the maintenance channel to intercept the mixed team. The powerful firepower allowed this special operation team to focus on the task of blocking the enemy troops in the rear. The outstanding performance of the genetically modified warriors made fewer and fewer monsters tracking them. Later, Aparisha even ordered the genetically modified warriors to set up an automatic turret and form another propulsion line alone.

This decision has nearly doubled the pace of the Special Operations Team.

Unlike the quiet and precise combat style of the Imperial Guards, the battlefield of the genetically modified warrior is filled with roars and violence. Each genetically modified warrior pours the power that the body and power armor can exert onto the etheric alien entity, and the electronic muscle bundles make overwhelmed metal screams. Cruelty and barbarity can even be called efficient battles that stimulate everyone's nerves, so that Catherine and the Sisters also add their firepower to this bloody ensemble.

The genetically modified warriors exerted unparalleled physical violence on the unorganized etheric alien entities. Until the flesh and blood of these etheric aliens completely collapsed, the shield wall and firepower net formed took an extremely solid step. The Imperial Guard Cultivator immediately stabbed into the enemy formation and began a new round of strangulation. The Garrison Spear River rolled up a black and red flesh-and-blooded storm, and the bursting gun flame flashed like thunder in the dark. In the eyes of the genetically modified warriors, the actions of the Imperial Guard Commander were tantamount to actively falling into a trap, but the bloodthirsty violent impulse made him cheer for this behavior. No matter what differences between the genetically modified warriors and the Imperial Guards had on missions, this wonderful battle deserves the applause of any honorary warriors.

The sudden request for high-level communications did not intend this violent process.

"Regent, the First Army will complete the mission!"

Hearing Aparicha's voice in the communication channel, Constantine finally couldn't help but curl his lips and tighten the handle of the spear. If possible, he wanted to add the word childish to Aparicha's file tag. This was obviously not a psychological characteristic that a genetically modified warrior should have appeared, but Aparicha's behavior made Constantine think that he could match this tag. "The response of the Imperial Guards was just to shake his head coldly, making it difficult to tell what he was thinking. The other Imperial Guards standing beside Constantine did not respond. They were like cold machines, mechanical but precise killings. "I will now take over the command of this mixed team." The leader of the First Army said loudly, "I will lead this team to the coordinate location sent by the Regent as quickly as possible, and the priority of the portal coordinates will be reduced to crimson."

Constantine stood in front of the last door.

"Except for the Imperial Guards, all other armed personnel have joined the First Army and the Chain of Command. The Imperial Guards will return to continue the initial mission. The First Army and Sisters are advised to arrive at the portal coordinates on time after the mission is completed."

The commander of the Imperial Guards speeded up his speech. Catherine nodded, quickly stood with Tita, and began to fill the firepower gap of the genetically modified warriors until the gunfire began to stop and the deck was covered with bullet shells. Although she didn't know why Victor von Dum chose a place far from the portal, the emperor asked Catherine to listen to the command of the regent throughout the journey. Catherine believed that the emperor must have his own secret mission to be completed. As for where the portal was, she actually didn't know before the reconnaissance drone arrived. She only knew that she and Constantine had completed the mission in a dream, but when she walked here, she understood everything.

Now is not the time for her to move forward.

Constantine looked at the giant airlock gate that was twenty meters high. The rusted alloy and steel wall dyed the entire deck red. The detection system of the power armor constantly predicted the high temperature behind the door. After taking out the key given by the emperor, the rusted gears made a thrilling sound, and the airlock gate opened in annoyingly slow and slow manner. Constantine saw a golden light flashing behind the door. A steel wing that spitted flames passed through the air and fell rapidly. It was not until the genetically modified warriors and sisters left one after another that the Imperial Guards began to communicate in the channel. "This is a very special mission." The Imperial Guards seemed to understand something, "This is a prophecy and a prayer. He locked us in victory. Now we need to follow the route He set."

"What does this mean, commander?" Hannibal asked.

"Maximus and the Black Bat King are still alive at this moment," Constantine said. "There is no linear time in another dimension, and subjective consciousness can influence objective facts. Now behind is the portal, which guides me to see the path to victory. Now I will complete the command, and you are here to wait."

[When primitive humans draw hunting scenes on rock walls, this is a prophetic ritual. This ritual prays for the smooth hunting and can transport enough meat to feed the tribe. Primitive humans draw future scenes and lock in a suitable future. Constantine's dream is a ritual that locks future scenes and achieves them in reality. The battle in the dream will repeat itself in reality until it moves toward the future I have chosen.]

Constantine felt that everything in front of her was very familiar.

Maximus and the Black Bat King's huge mutant body, the melted iron heated air, the phantom guards and Catherine - yes, there is another Catherine here. However, compared to the Catherine who was created out of thin air by the emperor, this Catherine's body struggled between illusion and reality - she saw Constantine at a glance, then looked at another guard with the same blurry figure, and understood everything in the blink of an eye.

"How many times is this?"
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