Marvel Book of Magical Events

Darkness permeates the passage. Even an Attilan alien cannot be said to be familiar with this place. Even another Kimilian clan warrior with psychic talents can only rely on the fact that he was forcibly brought there when he was a child. Fuzzy memories of mental examinations in the tower offer suggestions. Although there were many mistakes, neither Black Bolt nor the other clan alliances meant to accuse him, and they had no time to do so - after bypassing the huge pit filled with corpses and actually entering the interior of the spire, what they saw and heard made them Nerves were tense - the bodies of the mutilated civilians of the Kimilian clan were scattered everywhere. In addition to the smell of blood and excrement, there was only the smell of burning certain substances in the air.

"Be careful, there has been fighting here."

"Thank you, genius, we can all see that." The Villain Clan warrior glanced at the Ghost Clan gunman fiercely, "Is there anything else we know?"

The ghost clan gunner opened his amphibian-like mouth, and the corners of his mouth extended to his ears. "The smell of propellant is almost identical to the weapon used by the intruder who attacked His Majesty. I can smell it. And these shells are the same as those that fell from the tower." It glanced at Black Bolt, who clicked It nodded, confirming its judgment. "You know about this too, don't you?"

The villain clan warrior snorted, his arms covered with swamp dark green hair tightening impatiently.

As one of the few warriors in the Ghost Clan who uses firearms instead of claws or other melee weapons, Lidosulig knows all the individual weapons used by the Kree Empire during its colonial period, which is very rare in Attilan - in the Five Clan of Attilan After unification, the war between the Inhumans ended, and those weapons were no longer analyzed, improved, and developed. Therefore, even if it is not the Ghost Clan, other clans will not be inclined to use firearms. Instead, they will use their own abilities and the effects that their abilities can produce as the criterion for judging social status. What Lidosulig holds in his hand is An electromagnetic rifle specially manufactured by the Kree Empire for the Inhumans. It has a fast rate of fire, a long range, and small recoil. It is ideally equipped for large-scale infantry groups.

"And there." Lidosulig pointed to the darkness deep in the passage. In its excellent thermal imaging vision, some corpses still retain body heat, and a line of giant shoe prints walked through the pool of blood, extending all the way inward until it was beyond its visual range. At the same time, its sense of smell also plays many roles. Some blood stains are very shallow, and it can only be found by its sense of smell in such a lightless environment. "We should move forward as quickly as possible. If the blood cools or dries out causing the smell to fade, we will lose track of the intruder."

"Let me move them aside first." Lisa, the Kimilian clan warrior, said sadly. The one who was left outside the tower before was her brother. The latter was very popular among the Kimilian Clan army and civilians, so he suffered persecution from the top brass of the Kimilian Clan, so he took her under the command of Black Bolt. ——It is more like a security force than an army. Even so, the security force has not received much reuse, because this is a joint security force proposed by the Attilan royal family. All four clans do not want the royal family to be overly involved in internal affairs, so the symbolic significance of this force is much greater than its actual significance. . "Although they are dead, I will never allow anyone to trample on their dignity." Even though all the clan warriors vaguely expressed their dissatisfaction with their eyes, gestures and whispers, out of humanitarianism and kindness, Black Bolt agreed. Such behavior. Lisa lowered her head and said sadly, "I will catch up, Your Majesty."

Tears rolled down the huge round eyes on his long cheeks, and Black Bolt did not ask Lisa who she saw.

When the team, which had lost two people during non-wartime, continued to move forward, Black Bolt looked back at Lisa. Even though he was sure that the latter did not want others to see her sad face, he still wanted to make sure that Lisa No loss of mobility due to excessive grief. As they walked away, Lisa's voice gradually faded away, and they gradually felt relieved. When they walked more than a hundred meters and shuttled through the spiral staircase in the tower, a sudden explosion sounded behind them - blood powder and debris rushed up from the stairwell with hot wind and shock waves, knocking down the clan coalition forces who could not dodge. On the ground, he fell and was spinning. The thick-skinned Ghost Clan and the Villain Clan were the first to recover - needless to say, they immediately turned back. Where Lisa, the warrior of the Kimilian clan, had been, there was only a giant pit connecting the upper and lower floors, and the smell of burnt flesh and blood hit her face.

It was a trap and they were stupid enough not to recognize it.

Huge guilt and anger suddenly overwhelmed them.

"Booby trap!" The ghost clan gunman got up and shouted angrily towards the place where the explosion occurred. He seemed to have finally remembered the long-ago combat instructions and figured out what was going on here. "coward!"

"Your Majesty, don't talk!" The Centaur clan electromechanical expert rubbed his chest. He felt that his ribs had been broken. He endured the pain and tried his best to comfort Black Bolt, because he saw the latter's eyes were red, his cheeks were flushed, and he was breathing heavily, looking like he had nowhere to vent his anger. This is dangerous. Even if Black Bolt has undergone a lot of emotional training, it will be difficult to calm down after witnessing such a tragic situation. "We want to protect the Kimilian clan settlement, not destroy it. The most important thing now is to eliminate the invaders and save the civilians. This is the ultimate goal of the royal family! Don't waste Lisa's sacrifice!"

Black Bolt made a gesture to express his dissatisfaction with the invaders' despicable methods.

The last time the Attilan Inhumans experienced a war was many years ago. The research on combat theory and tactical techniques is far less proficient than the humans on Earth who fight each other every day. The experience of fighting under the Kree Empire has passed over time. Gradually forgotten. Thanks to the Emperor's detailed investigation of the Inhumans in Attilan, the genetically modified warriors were able to develop various tactics to deal with it, and the small means common in Earth's wars unsurprisingly caused harm to the Inhuman special operations forces.

Gronov Rutov opened his wrist to check the portable tactical recorder. He could see the detonated tags of the laid mines, and could also determine the pursuer's position through micro sensors. This information would be used to carry out the interception mission. It is shared with a commando and two heavy weapons operators to provide them with information guidance - even if this extremely short dynamic password is intercepted, it will not be cracked in a short time, which is enough to support the genetically modified warriors to complete the mission. GR-19-8 made a gesture and pointed to the gap in the wall below. There was no expression on the pale face that looked very similar to Gronov Rutov behind the mask.

GR-19-6 and GR-19-3 responded with gestures.

Looking at the special target in chaos below, they did not intend to directly engage in a head-on conflict.

It seemed that there was some kind of induction, or intuition. Black Bolt, who fell into self-blame and grief, immediately turned his head and looked upward. A ball of blazing blue energy fell from the sky and rushed towards him. Immediately afterwards, a large number of explosive bombs poured down like a torrential rain, hitting other members of the clan alliance, especially the Ghost Clan and the Villain Clan at the front.

"roll!"

Black Bolt roared, and the terrifying sound waves instantly destroyed the star-like plasma cluster. All the explosive bombs escaped from the trajectory and hit the wall directly. Other Inhumans also reacted and immediately attacked the location where the plasma energy group and muzzle flame erupted above their heads. The villain clan warrior even smashed a small window and climbed up from the steeple wall to the next level. Black Bolt resisted the desire to speak again and immediately made a gesture to hunt down the exposed intruders.

"They are not here, Your Majesty." The villain clan warrior said angrily, "Those cowards ran away, there are only bullet casings here! I..." The communication was suddenly interrupted, and then there was an explosion above the head, and the ceiling collapsed instantly. This time, even Black Bolt couldn't react and was buried by a large amount of masonry and steel.

Gronov Rutov nodded again.

Another landmine was detonated. It seemed that it would not be difficult to kill the leader of the Inhumans.

"continue."

Gronov Rutov waved his hand, signaling the team to move on. At this moment, there were not many Kimilian clan civilians on the 45th floor of the minaret where they were. All the Kimilian clan civilians who entered the tower were killed by the guns and swords of the genetically modified warriors. The bloody road extended from the hall to here. Due to the gradually narrowing lines of the spire, the layers of corridors, stairs and rooms became more and more crowded, and the genetically modified warriors had to fight more and more wizards head-on.

The bolter with almost empty ammunition was hung on the magnetic belt. Many warriors pulled out their swords and daggers, intending to fight against the Kimilian clan wizards in hand-to-hand combat - this was also the case for Gronov. The reason why Rutuf commanded the team to rest here was not only because they were scarred, but also because this was the only time they encountered combat attrition - a genetically modified warrior was pinched by a wizard with his powered armor as soon as he showed up. Seal, if others hadn't reacted quickly enough to kill the wizard, it was very likely that others would have encountered that terrifying witchcraft.

Not to mention there are some weird extra-dimensional spiritual energy entities that may appear at any time. Those summoned creatures that are on the edge of reality and illusion will not leave any traces even if they are killed, except for leaving people all over the body. There was nothing but the cold ashes, and the strange howls and cries that filled the air everywhere tested the tense nerves of the soldiers.

All of this makes the genetically modified warriors seem a little irritable, but fortunately those things bleed.

As long as they bleed, genetically modified warriors can kill them. This is the role of genetically modified warriors.

"We don't have time to mourn his mistake. It was a mistake that should not have happened. He should not have been discovered by the enemy." A team member said angrily while stuffing the remaining ammunition from the previous tactical reload into the empty magazine. "He's too weak," he said.

"Shut up, Tao. Complete the task first." Gronov Rutov gave a brief response. He waited for his subordinates to find what they needed in this room, or to provide clues about the leader of the coven. It was through the items and translators on the wizards that they found their way here, instead of just massacring civilians of the Kimilian clan. That was not their fighting style. The suddenly opened door made them immediately alert. The genetically modified warriors had no choice but to aim their last loaded bolters at the small room. Derrick walked out of the room with a confused look on his face. He came out, carrying a thin, panic-stricken wizard from the Kimilian clan in his hand. The bones of the wizard's hands were shattered, and his almost degenerated teeth were also broken. The Praetorian Guard threw the wizard in front of the genetically modified warrior.

"Have you finally caught up, Mr. Derrick?" Gronov Rutov lowered his pistol and said mockingly, "Your movements are a bit slow."

"I took another path. I was performing the emperor's mission." Derrick did not smile yet. His expression was serious and a little wary. It looked like he was not sure whether the genetically modified warrior in front of him was real. of. No one knew what happened to him after he separated from this team, but the genetically modified warriors could tell that Derrick could attack anyone at any time. "It's definitely not this way. There is a huge gap between the floors you and I are on. I shouldn't be here."

"Okay, good boy, Emperor. Anyway, you are here now, are you going to come with us next?" Gronov Rutov kicked the semi-conscious wizard on the ground, "You Why would you leave a dead rat on my carpet like a cat? Or do you think this gutter rat can provide me with some information?"

"The latter, but not much. That is not your task, that is my task." Derrick's answer made Gronov Lutov's last bit of humor disappear. The relationship between genetically modified warriors and the Praetorian Guards is not very harmonious, especially for those genetically modified warriors who rarely fight side by side with the Praetorian Guards. The Praetorian Guards are extremely mysterious, have almost no sense of humor, and have no emotions. Jun is definitely not likeable. "Black Bolt is on his way, and we must kill him. You may face Black Bolt, a dangerous character who has the power to destroy all of Attilan."

"What about you?" Gronov Lutov asked, "What do you know about Black Bolt and this tower? Don't lie, Praetorian, I know your information about this mission. The mastery is far beyond ours, but now is not the time to keep secrets.”

"I am authorized to provide them with limited information, but you definitely don't have time to read that information, so I can only give you information related to combat." Derrick turned around and walked back to the room. "The space here is already messed up. This is the result of witchcraft. I must go back and find the witch who presided over it all."

"Okay, then what?"

"Then, let's kill Black Bolt."

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