Marvel Book of Magical Events

The outer wall of the Star Fortress airlock was temporarily sealed, and technicians dispatched and directed large-scale engineering equipment and small welding drones to close the steel outer wall that had been damaged by machine guns, tank artillery, and shaped explosives. The twisted and deformed steel was cut off, and the entire tunnel that was blasted through was sealed with steel. The energy lines and ventilation equipment were repaired and installed with a control system from the Eternal City. The oxygen content in the tunnel gradually returned to normal. Although it is only a short passage, it is enough for the genetically modified warriors to rest for a while and receive supplies from the rear.

Sensing that the air pressure was gradually returning to balance, Apalisha took off her helmet, which had been punched with several small dents by the electromagnetic rifle, and pulled the corners of her lips in an extremely humane manner, grinning a smile that sent chills down the spine. But it cannot be ruled out that the temperature here is too low. Adjutant Nelson is very sure that Aparisha must have some regrets now. When the oxygen content, temperature, air pressure and other data have not yet fully reached the standards, he took off his helmet in violation of safety regulations, as if he did not feel it. How cold is the night on Mars? "This is not a real battlefield. Killing these mutants doesn't make me satisfied, even if their only purpose is to die." Aparisha said softly with a stiff and cold face, "I can smell...our real target. Inside, there are remnants of those horrific witchcrafts, and these mutants are just using their lives to delay time."

"I only smelled the smell of propellant gas, if the vacuum pressure relief or the breathing filter system did not remove the smell." Adjutant Nelson still wore the helmet firmly, and even adjusted the flexible nano-polymer metal seal inside the neck armor. circle to avoid air leakage. He summoned the escort who stood behind Aparisha. Since he participated in the battle while sitting in the armored command vehicle of the First Battle Group, Adjutant Nelson's power armor was relatively clean. The power armor of the escorts who went deep into the enemy with Apalisha was stained with many mutant residues and The scars left by alien weapons were just like the outer armor and tracks of the command vehicle he was riding in.

Although those mutants are more powerful, faster, and more responsive than ordinary people, professionally trained genetically modified warriors are still not strong enough in comparison. The fists they rely on for survival cannot even leave a dent in the power armor. But Adjutant Nelson did not want to consider this kind of sophisticated genetic science. He called the escort because he wanted the senior officers of the escort to clarify the battle plan for the next stage, and he also wanted to hear from officers on other offensive routes based on the actual situations they encountered. situation, express concerns about the next phase of the battle plan and resolve them.

For example, the deck of a certain attack channel is too thin, has been blown up, and has fixed obstacles to allow armored troops to pass. The temporary measures adopted by the army's engineers cannot withstand the large-scale transfer of armored troops, and a large logistics engineering team is required to rebuild or reselect the route; for example After investigation, a certain passage that only allowed genetically modified warriors to enter alone was found to be a maintenance passage connecting the mutant settlement. If defensive forces such as automatic turrets are evacuated, that passage is likely to become a passage for enemy troops to move; For example, some mutants with specific genetic characteristics have special abilities and require other teams to participate in combat.

Information communication is required between different offensive combat groups, and battlefield information needs to be summarized and organized. Adjutant Nelson is responsible for coordinating this information and letting relevant officers know what is happening on other battlefields, and then discuss and negotiate together. After this, the information will be summarized to the general headquarters, where it will be communicated and coordinated with other combat groups and logistics engineering departments. The general headquarters will also distribute information from other combat groups to Adjutant Nelson. Every officer must have a rough grasp of battlefield information and exert subjective initiative while following orders. This is the emperor's insistence on every genetically modified soldier. He believes that these soldiers who undertake the war have both combat and command abilities. Better than ordinary people and able to withstand pressure better.

The emperor picked up the Assassin's Tarot card and saw the electronic signatures of Adjutant Nelson and Aparisha at the bottom of the report, as well as the results of the report's processing by the command department on the fleet. Commander Malcolm also saw this report. After making relevant arrangements, the report had the electronic stamp of the command and the signature of Commander Malcolm - it was obvious that he was very angry, because Ten A few minutes ago, Commander Malcolm asked Apalixia to detach a tactical support team to reinforce the assembly point B, but Apalixia ignored it until he faced the civilian clan army's tactical assault team there, losing two people in the battle. At a cost that exceeded previous estimates, a certain passage that did not seem to be that important was acquired.

If Aparisha sends a tactical support team, the civilian clan army deliberately formed through the combination of abilities will be defeated in a shorter time, and the civilian clan mutant who can release electric energy will not be able to kill any genetically modified warriors , the emperor even saw the large holes burned out by the high-energy current in the breastplates and belly plates of the genetically modified warriors who died in battle. The emperor did not replace Malcolm in issuing punishment orders. That was the job of the leader of the genetically modified warrior corps. It was also Malcolm's job to let Apalisia use her talents. The emperor believed that he just arranged for Apalisia to be here. In the right position, the latter's genetic profile holds the potential that should be expected of that position.

This is what Maya Hansen assured Him herself.

"My lord." Hammurabi walked into the open command vehicle and stood behind the emperor's holographic wisdom panel. He was wearing a helmet, and although his expression couldn't be seen, the worry in his tone was obvious. "We should have been in regular contact with Derrick two minutes ago, but we still can't find his message. Even the public frequency band does not have the encrypted signal of the Advocate Advocate." He said, "We have reason to suspect Derrick is in trouble first, should we send more support troops to sneak into the Kimilian clan settlement?"

"No."

"My lord." Hammurabi did not leave, "I want to know if you are optimistic about Derrick's mission?"

"Derrick will complete his mission first, Hammurabi, and he will win the final victory." The emperor said calmly. He did not answer this question directly, because he and the Praetorian Guards were able to share certain secrets, such as secrets from extra dimensions. "In the time fragment shown in the outer dimension, I have anchored a victorious ending for him. Most of Derrick's failures have been deleted from the timeline, but I am temporarily unable to pry more from the hands of the existence behind the curtain. There are many chess pieces. I have to personally participate in one of the lines to firmly grasp his victory."

The brick wall was violently knocked open, and there was a faint golden light shining between the stone powder and gravel.

Derrick landed heavily on his back first, and then his arm was firmly grasped by a fleshy tentacle, and he was thrown hard against another brick wall. That brick wall met the same fate, as did the bookshelves along the way. Even the most powerful and advanced power armor cannot completely resist such a heavy blow. The ribs that were originally slowly healing under the combined effect of drugs and genetic alchemy suffered more impacts at this moment. Mr. Derrick could only survive under the huge Staying awake in the pain - the terrible curse attached to the fleshy tentacles of the extradimensional monster, slight superficial damage will instantly cause terrible pain that sweeps through the whole body and is enough to shock - fortunately, Derrick Xian was adapting to the pain at an alarming speed, and the curse attached to his body was gradually fading away. When he was thrown out and hit the ground for the fifth time, he finally felt his palms and arms that had lost consciousness due to nerve paralysis. The locked armored palms firmly grasped the halberd without any slack.

He then used all the strength in his body to swing his halberd downwards, and got rid of the restraints under the influence of inertia. However, he still couldn't stand up immediately. He was too weak. The gene alchemy secret needed time to clear the curse flowing in his blood. He could only see slight black smoke coming out of the wounds on his body, half kneeling on the semi-organic body. Ground used his remaining strength to aim his halberd at the enemy. The crazy creature that walked out of the shadows had changed its appearance at this moment. The pink-white flesh shrank inwards and was stuffed into its mouth full of fangs against common sense, as if it had turned over - Ah The extreme emotions such as despair, pain, and pleading brewed by the constant killings in Tilan are constantly weakening the reality barrier. This extradimensional spiritual entity seems to have got rid of the summoner and begins to continuously absorb energy from the outer dimension independently—— It began to be composed of more human imaginations, myths, fears, expectations and other emotions, just like the place where it was born, it reflected all the soul mirrors from Attilan.

This is a strange creature with dark blue skin and a face that mimics a human being. It seems that the dark blue bat wings originally hidden in the body slowly open, throwing the smelly mucus to both sides. It opened its muzzle, revealing its thick white teeth, and its huge five-fingered fingers stroked the bald, deformed head with two horns. Derrick first stared at the creature that had no connection with it through the broken ruby ​​lens. He suppressed the anger caused by seeing this creature desecrate the sacred form of mankind, and tried his best to aim at the target and pull the trigger.

“I have existed since before the birth of the universe, and I will exist after the heat death of the universe. Until the last breath of all intelligent beings, their souls will still sing the praises of my name in my temples made of innocent flesh. The next universe is born." The extradimensional spiritual entity grinned and stretched out his fingers to gently push away the increasingly slow bombs. "I have witnessed every war that has ever been fought on earth, from the blood-soaked waters of Jerusalem to the battlefields that you will and will never be able to walk on again because you will die here. I am here to witness The end of the human race. I am here to witness the weakness and struggle of the human race. I have seen the end of the human race countless times from countless timelines in the heaven, and I have witnessed them one by one and will never be absent. You can call me Ifrit. , you can also call me a devil, your race has sung my praises and written poems for me countless times.”

The monster slowly walked over and squatted down next to Derrick. It exudes an aura of madness, and everything nearby built in the material universe is insane because of its madness. Even inorganic substances will deform and transform in such crazy phenomena that completely violate the laws of physics in the real world, and finally grow flesh and blood, flowing With malice.

"Why don't you call me by my name, using the name given to me by the shallow and short-lived civilization of your race?" Suddenly his expression changed, and hatred climbed onto its face that tried its best to imitate humans. It tilted its head and laughed wildly, watching Derrick move himself a little bit towards the plasma grenade that fell aside. "Your Master saw the future and placed upon Himself the crown He believed was destined. I came to stop His arrogance, for He sent you, a glittering toy tin soldier, to prevent the initiated from calling upon me... They did not do very well, but luckily you are here. Your master fell into my trap. He personally promoted my difficult birth from the painful womb between reality and illusion, and you and those genetically engineered creations It’s the midwifery forceps.”

It breathed a long sigh of relief and narrowed its eyes to look at Derrick's palm. The Praetorian Guard was not interested in any sounds coming out of its mouth. He concentrated on moving his gradually recovering body and crawled towards his target. "You want this? Do you think this thing can kill me?" It stretched out its fingers in boredom and carved a deep scratch on the golden armor of the Imperial Guard with its sharp fingertips. "Why don't you Talk, little one?”

Suddenly, its movements stopped without any warning.

Its dark blue skin quickly turns white, swells like a floating corpse soaked in water, and then oozes transparent liquid. The anger on its face disappeared, replaced by brief panic. The invisible wisdom in the deep space of the universe temporarily turned away its sight, and a certain fate was forcibly determined. The anger returned, but it became extremely shallow and no longer had the ability to infect people's hearts. The divine anger filled Mr. Derrick's veins, dispelling the curse and giving power back to his body that had been tempered by genetic alchemy. Derrick first grabbed the upper half of the halberd and stabbed it in the eyes. At the same time, he held the oath dagger that fell on the ground with his other hand and pierced its ankle.

"No, I have seen all possibilities, this can't happen!" the demon screamed loudly, "Curse Him, your master is still looking after you! But I am immortal, I have no life that you can understand, narrow-minded Humble creatures cannot understand my essence, and races in the universe that have tried to transcend have also been destroyed by my hands, but you and your master think you can be an exception?"

Derrick first stared at it with cold eyes. He smashed his fist into the creature's head, not believing there was anything he couldn't kill. However, his actions only caused the crazy creature to emit a terrible resonance, and the flesh and blood attached to the inorganic matter.

"No, not you," it said, "I won't die here."