The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Who!?"

In shock, Ariana jumped into the room. The mechanical priest and the uniformed officers were still staring at the surveillance screen for a second. Their scanning array covered the middle deck No. 3 area, and the security network formed integrated patrols. Aircraft, armed aircraft servants, and even traffic control mechanisms.

They searched for all threats, but they didn't realize the threat appeared behind them, and didn't expect an assassin close at hand.

And their astonishment further accelerated their deaths.

Ariana first used the executioner compound pistol to accurately shoot, and carefully used stinger ammunition to kill the technical priest and several officers within two seconds.

In the face of this genetically modified and drug-enhanced killer, they have no chance of winning.

Compared with her, everyone seemed to respond in slow motion, with no hope of contending. Many of them even just pressed their hands on the pistol handle.

The rest are the dull servants. In order not to make more noise, the assassins used bone-breaking punches and bullet-like daggers to kill them.

She tore her throat, pierced through the chest cavity, and broke the spine. The last machine dumbly tried to grab her with his hand, so she directly pierced the half-human machine's eyes with her fingers, crushing the only brain tissue remaining inside.

With a rough grin, Arianna licked her lips and calmed down the rising blood.

There was a dead silence in the room,

Then, she walked to the mechanical priest and twisted his head.

This is a young man who seems to be only twenty years old, with a certain symbol of casting the world on his body, it should be Zhao Akada.

Playing this kind of role is just a piece of cake for Arianna. Kalidus despises the word "imitation". It can't really summarize how a Kalidus completely turns into a disguised target.

Imitation means learning to walk in the same way.

However, Arianna would completely become its target, even if only for a short while.

In a sense, Calidus is a self-carved stone statue. Bio-implanted devices and a large amount of deforming agents make skin, bones and muscles soft and unstable. Those who cannot control this great freedom will completely collapse and become A monster like molten wax, all bones and organs collapsed.

And a person like Ariana who is born with a strong ego can be anyone.

She stared at the lost Mechanical Cultist, concentrated on her efforts, and tried to transform herself into a smooth, gray and neutral body with almost no appearance.

Calidus can't recall his gender when he was born. After all, it doesn't matter when you can be a man or a woman, a teenager or an old age, or even a human or an alien at will.

At this moment, the communication device in the guard room suddenly rang.

An expression similar to irritation flashed across the face that could not be called a face, and Ariana walked to the communicator at the far end of the room and switched on the communicator.

"What's wrong with you? Why did the search suddenly stop?"

A rude male voice asked.

Ariana immediately copied the tone of a certain officer.

"The equipment was faulty briefly and has been repaired."

"That's good, don't go wrong, there will be new instructions later."

"receive."

Ariana frowned, an ugly expression on that gray face.

Calidus cut off the communication and turned to leave.

Undoubtedly, the new instruction that the other party said should be to search for themselves. For them, once the action is launched, the disguised identity of the assassin cannot be exposed-once exposed, it is often not far from death. This usually happens. The first principle is to retreat.

Retreat temporarily and wait for a better time.

But she has no room to retreat now, she can only fight hard.

The assassin began to focus on recalling the voice, posture and overall temperament of the mechanical priest.

As the skin cracks, transfers, and thickens, the implanted device slowly expands to adjust body shape and height.

As the minute and the second passed, the killer gradually changed.

In the end, she got 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 technical priest, the armed servants along the way turned a blind eye to her.

When she came to the door of the armory, she secretly inserted a master key that stabbed the living room into the console, and then began to manually crack the door opening procedure.

As soon as the door opens, she will immediately go in to get the key data and leave.

At the same time, she also needs to stare at her network of scout robots—they are looking at every node connected to her current location—but that only takes up half of her attention.

And use the remaining brain power to crack the uncomplicated confidential program of the Astral Knights.

As for why she did this, it's actually not complicated.

The mechanical teaching of Mars has taken the field of science and technology and all its secrets as its own, but the traditions and secrets that became the predecessor of the Assassin’s Temple were born in the ancient night, and they have their own unannounced secrets.

The red sages may control machines, logic, and calculations, but assassins are not machines. They are the power that humans can grind to the limit. They are born for intelligence.

It's not just a skill, or training, or even the transformation of their brains through blades, gene transplantation, and chemistry.

It is a compulsory force, a driving force branded in the body that she must satisfy.

There are also sacred logic engines on Mars that can crack codes, and machines that can achieve the same result after creaking and screaming, but they lack the human element that is cherished by the Assassin’s Temple.

They lack compulsiveness.

She spent three minutes, and when she finally cracked it, she let the data flow in her consciousness for a moment.

It feels like light, like fresh water, and warm air.

That unit no longer accepts new transmission signals, but the communication fragments that have been transmitted through it still exist, like broken glass windows.

Then she walked into the door and glanced at the second blast door, which contained the military armament of the interstellar warrior, but her purpose was not here.

To enter this gate, you must use the genetic identification code of the space warrior, and the machine that scans the identification code is her target.

She came to the machine and inserted another more advanced key **** into it.

Suddenly, she seemed to hear a sound, so she turned her head, only to find that the passage when she came was suddenly plunged into darkness.

She hesitated for a moment~www.wuxiaspot.com~ For some reason, she felt that things were too simple——

The short answer is like--

While thinking about this, she heard the sound of data retrieval complete, so she pulled out the **** and started running outside.

But within two steps, her muscles trembled, and after a painful groan, they changed to the 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 pale corpse-like face, with a cruel and playful smile, and a big hand reaching her head.

"You lost all fun in this hunt, Kayang."

This was the last word Ariana heard before she fell into a coma.

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