In surprise, Ariana jumped into the room. The mechanical priest and the uniformed officers inside were staring at the monitoring screen a second ago. Their scanning array covered area three of the middle deck, forming a security network that integrated patrols and unmanned aerial vehicles.
machines, armed servitors, and even traffic control mechanisms.
They searched for any threat, but they did not realize that the threat appeared behind them, and they did not expect an assassin close at hand.
And their shock further accelerated their death.
Ariana first fired accurately with the Executioner compound pistol and used stinger ammunition carefully, killing the tech-priest and several officers within two seconds.
They have no chance of winning against this genetically modified and drug-enhanced killer.
Compared to her, everyone seemed to be responding in slow motion, with no hope of competing. Many of them even just pressed their hands on the handles of their pistols.
The rest were the sluggish servitors. In order not to make more noise, the assassins used bone-breaking neck-breaking punches and bullet-fast dagger thrusts to kill.
The throat was torn, the chest was pierced, and the spine was broken. The last servitor sluggishly tried to grab her with her hands, so she stabbed the half-human machine's eyes with her fingers and crushed the remaining brain tissue inside.
With a rough chuckle, Ariana dropped the body and licked her lips to calm down the rising blood.
There was dead silence in the room,
Then, she walked up to the mechanical priest and turned his head.
This is a young man who looks to be only twenty years old. He bears the symbol of a certain forging world. He should be Zhao Akada.
Playing such a role is just a piece of cake for Ariana. Callidus despises the word "imitation". It cannot truly summarize how a Callidus completely transforms into the target of his disguise.
Imitation means imitating others.
But Ariana would be completely his target, if only for a brief moment.
In a sense, Callidus is a self-carved stone statue. Biological implants and a large amount of deformation agents make the skin, bones and muscles soft and unstable. Those who cannot control this huge freedom will completely collapse and become
A monster that looks like a molten wax block, with all its bones and organs paralyzed and disintegrated.
And people like Ariana, who are born with a strong ego, can become anyone.
She stared at the lost Mechanicus, concentrated her energy, and tried to transform herself into a smooth, gray and neutral form, with almost no external features.
Callidus cannot recall the gender he was born with. After all, it doesn't matter when you can be a man or a woman, a young man or an old man, or even a human or an alien at will.
At this moment, the communication device in the guard room suddenly rang.
An expression that was close to annoyance flashed across the face that could not be called a face. Ariana walked to the communicator at the far end of the room and connected the communicator.
"What happened to you? Why did you suddenly interrupt the search just now?"
a rough male voice asked.
Ariana immediately copied a certain officer's tone of voice.
"The equipment failed briefly and has been repaired."
"That's good. Don't make any mistakes. There will be new instructions later."
"receive."
Ariana frowned, an ugly expression on that gray face.
Callidus cut off the communication and turned to leave.
There is no doubt that the new order mentioned by the other party should be to search for themselves. For them, once the operation is launched, the assassin's disguised identity cannot be exposed - once exposed, death is often not far away. Usually when this happens, their
The first principle is to retreat.
Retreat temporarily and wait for a better opportunity.
But now she has no room to retreat and can only fight hard.
The assassin began to concentrate on recalling the voice, posture and overall temperament of the mechanical priest.
As the skin cracks, migrates, and thickens, the implanted device slowly expands to adjust body shape and height.
As every minute passes, the killer gradually changes.
Eventually, she gained a new identity again.
After adjusting the equipment to run automatically, she quickly left the guard room and came to the door of the armory.
Since she had all the authority of the dead tech-priest, the armed servitors along the way turned a blind eye to her.
Arriving at the door of the armory, she secretly inserted a master key from the assassination room into the console, and then began to manually crack the door-opening procedure.
As soon as the door opens, she immediately goes in to get the key data and leaves.
At the same time, she also needs to keep an eye on her network of scout robots - they are watching every node connected to her current location - but that only takes up half of her attention.
And use the remaining brainpower to crack the Astral Knight's uncomplicated confidentiality program.
As for why she did this, it's actually not complicated.
The Mechanicus of Mars has taken the field of technology and all its secrets as its own, but the traditions and secrets that became the precursors of the Assassin's Temple were born in the ancient night, and they have their own undisclosed secrets.
The red sages may control machines, logic and calculations, but assassins are not machines. They are the power of human reason honed to the limit. They are born for intelligence.
It's not just a skill, or training, or even the modification of their brains through blades, gene transplants, and chemistry.
It is a compulsive force, a driving force imprinted in her body that she must satisfy.
There were divine logic engines on Mars that could break codes, machines that creaked and screeched but came to the same result, but they lacked the human element so dear to the Assassin's Templar.
They lack a sense of compulsion.
It took her three minutes, and when she finally cracked it, she let the data flow through her mind for a moment.
It feels like light, like fresh water, and warm air.
That unit no longer accepts new transmission signals, but the fragments of communications that were once transmitted through it are still there, as fragmented as a broken glass window.
Then she walked into the door and glanced at the second blast door. Inside was the Space Marine armament, but that was not her purpose.
To enter this gate, one must use the Space Marine's genetic identification code, and the machine that scans the identification code is her target.
She came to the machine and inserted another, more advanced key cracker into it.
Suddenly, she seemed to hear something, so she turned her head, only to find that the passage she came from suddenly fell into darkness.
She hesitated for a moment.
For some reason, she felt that things were too simple.
It's as simple as——
While thinking about this, she heard the sound of data retrieval being completed, so she pulled out the cracker and started running outside.
But after running for two steps, her muscles began to tremble, and after a painful groan, she changed into her original appearance——
Only then did she realize that she had fallen into a trap, a death trap.
In the darkness outside the gate, she saw a face as pale as a corpse, with a cruel and teasing smile, and a big hand reaching for her head.
"You take all the fun out of this hunt, Khayon."
These were the last words Ariana heard before she passed out.