"Calm down, Aparicha!"

"I'm not out of control, adjutant." Aparicha gasped in the communication channel. He still waved the sword in his hand and cut the deformed body in front of him. Such intense exercise would not make him tired. As long as the nutrition input device in the power armor could be used, the genetically modified warrior could fight for hundreds or thousands of hours without rest, he only felt anger now, and he was enduring the anger. "Your mission."

"We were not invaded. The communication of the Archaeopteryx team was interrupted because this airtight door and the walls here had signal blocking. This was to avoid someone manipulating the equipment here through radio signals. The one who locked that door was the mutant witch here. The mutant here had higher authority and we didn't know much about this system." Adjutant Nelson said in a tone that he could freeze people into ice. "If you can put down your sword now and maintain your blaster, I will be grateful."

"The Mars technicians investigated the system that was dormant... It was indeed artificial intelligence, but it could not meet the prohibited standards, and it was completely different from the standard code used by Attilan. However, they still uploaded a program to avoid the system's complete awakening because the program controlled a spaceship. A starship worth more than ten kilometers long, and the ship was now embedded in the middle of Attilan's base, and it was possible to leave urgently at any time!" Adjutant Nelson used a neural interface to transmit electrical signals, and the mechanical prosthesis on the arm converted it into specific commands and commands, and put the universal data interface into the space under the metal arm. He did not want to undertake this job. He was an experienced warrior, but Aparisha did need a technician. He did not need to have powerful technology, he just needed to know how to use tools. "Do you have clues about that alien witch?"

"The brothers' tactical eyepieces have been recorded."

"Okay, upload it to me on the communication link. There are also video address videos of the scouts, we want to plan our next attack."

Adjutant Nelson walked out of the control room and skillfully arranged the team members to lay anti-personnel mines in the passage, then uploaded mine position marks in the combat system and manually closed the control authority to avoid accidental touches by his own personnel after the battle. Although it was anti-personnel mines, the function was actually moving closer to anti-armored targets. They should be vigilant against every enemy in the Atiran base and must not leave them a chance to survive.

After about thirty seconds, Adjutant Nelson walked through the charred and broken dark passage to Aparicha. The latter was bathed in the blood of the aliens at this moment. Where there were barely illuminated by emergency lights, he could still see the dripping blood dripping from the ceiling. The floor was soaked with blood and internal organs, so slippery that he could not stand steadily without using the magnetic absorption function and the power armor posture compensation function.

"How many have you killed? These fragments are too small, I can't calculate it." Adjutant Nelson stared at the warrior on the ground who was compressed into small balls. It was not an illusion, it was a victim of witchcraft. The alien witch failed to dig out their memories, and instead killed their brothers in front of them. Randolph, a brave warrior, had killed more than a dozen wizards, hundreds of snake men and countless cultists. He regretted that Randolph's war ended here. "Let's come out of this smelly place as soon as possible."

"Haha. It's so funny. Isn't there half of my body there?" Aparicha laughed dryly, "The shield unit and the water plant in the white room are two kilometers away. I bet with a bomb that there are definitely no less than fifty mutants there, and at least one wizard."

Nelson popped two blasts out of the magazine and gave Aparicia two bombs, who took them and stuffed them into the magazine.

"Remember what was said at the combat conference? This battle may last for more than two days. We must maintain high-intensity combat and clean up all targets that do not meet the subhuman standards, such as the alien witch I met before. As for those who look like humans, it will be handed over to the Imperial Guards, Genetics Laboratory and Kama Taj Psychological Academy for judgment. I like this decision, which can save a lot of time." Adjutant Nelson checked his explosive rifle. From the beginning of the battle to now, he has only used two magazines, but for other knights, the ammunition consumption has exceeded 60%. After all, combined with abundant firepower and the ability to shoot perfectly, the knights can create an invincible offensive advantage.

That's how they got here. With a total of forty people (five people were damaged by the battle, thirty-five people left), two assault teams, as well as a ten-person reconnaissance team, they cleared more than 42 floors, including wizards, superpowers and other mutants, dealing with all kinds of technology and magic that they had never seen before. The various damages on the power armor are proof of their battle.

But this is far from enough.

The intensity and weirdness of this battle were far greater than the wars they had experienced - the eyes were all enemies, and sometimes they didn't even know which enemy's abilities were. Fortunately, as the appearance of the enemies they encountered gradually fixed, the degree of genetic mutation and epigenetic characteristics gradually converged, and the enemy's abilities were no longer diverse. The Kimmilian clan with long white skulls had slender limbs but strong mental abilities, and the leaders were generally wizards; the ghost clan with lizards was extremely strong and even no less than genetically modified warriors, and the claws could even cut through metals, and the outer skin could also skew the impact of live-fire weapons. In the repeated encounters, the enemy's organizational degree has been significantly improved - even no matter how slow the Inhuman tribes should react, the attack route of the assault team was very conspicuous. When important facilities fell one by one, even idiots would realize their next attack plan.

The second battle group has begun to control transportation equipment such as industrial elevators, and they can get more support.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! However, in this base, the fire support force can play very little space, so most of the second battle group are armored departments. If possible, Adjutant Nelson would not mind using heavy artillery or rockets to strike the target area first, but the heavy artillery of the fire support force can only attack the upper floor of the Atilan base, compressing the mutant's activity space, and using flames to squeeze those creatures into their muzzles.

Now they have to kill one room after another, one channel after another until all threats are cleared. They can only rely on the hot-melt warheads of individual missiles to destroy high-value and high-protection targets, and the fire density has dropped by several levels. If several armored vehicles can be called, their work will be much easier. At present, only the armored troops can keep up with their footsteps and complete the task of delaying the enemy's counterattack. Adjutant Nelson could imagine the spire at the Atiran base that ignited the flames. He felt that he could feel the hot-melt warheads melted metal support, and the ground-boring bombs exploded through concrete. Everything that the mutants built using witchcraft and alien technology collapsed, and buried together with them in the ruins, and finally turned into ashes on the moon.

This feeling was good, but he pulled himself out of the fantasy of massacre.

War requires reason, and fighting requires anger.
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