Marvel Magic Event Book

Bolt rounds are designed to penetrate armor and are devastating to ordinary humans.The blasphemous creations of the Inhuman Genetic Laboratory have skeletal armor that grows out of the body through the skin and is attached to the body surface. According to rapid tests conducted by senior researcher Sofron and other scholars, this deformed exoskeleton contains a large amount of components. Metal, even so, still cannot stop the bloodthirsty killings of genetically modified warriors. Often, it only takes one blast from the barrel, and the head and chest of the Alpha primitive will disappear, turning into bloody mist and finger-sized objects. fragments.緷

The legionary sergeant raised his shield high. He could almost smell the stench from the mouth of the humanoid beast. Anger piled up in his heart. Sergeant Watzman stabbed the chain sword from the top of the shield, and orange-red sparks cascaded like a waterfall. Sputtering out, it flew over the upper edge of the shield and landed on Senior Researcher Sofron's space suit.In less than a second, the sparks were replaced by blood with a burnt smell. Sergeant Watzman skillfully used a high-temperature chain saw to cut open the Alpha primitive's chest, using a buzzing, red-hot The blade minced the entrails and spine of this creature that desecrated the human form.

Sergeant Watzman skillfully flipped his wrist and swung the bloody chainsword in an arc.

Senior researcher Sofren, who was opening the encrypted door of the research room, raised his head and glanced at the genetically modified warrior beside him, and sighed inconspicuously.It's not that he hasn't seen the battlefield before, but every battle between genetically modified warriors is far more bloody than human small-arms battles on Earth. It's as if someone has used heavy artillery to clean the outside, even the originally clean and cold passages. The floor now turned into a wetland filled with blood.

"He should be thankful that your suit boots don't have anti-skid features."

I muttered and opened the last door, and then I was grabbed by the shoulder by the genetically modified warrior of the Eighth Knight Brigade, and was roughly pushed in front of the thick shield.Low-level researcher Sofren was used to the rude behavior of the genetically modified warriors, and I obeyed his orders until he cursed as usual.Regarding the gentle warning of the genetically modified warrior, no scholar would be stupid enough to forget to check the airtightness of his space suit again, and at the same time, he would forget to shrink his head in front of the shield of the genetically modified warrior - the low-level key of King White Bat. It can open all the small doors in the genetic laboratory, but it takes time for the old system to verify. Even if the battle is close at hand, even the spacesuit will spatter blood and bone fragments. What has not come to the moon is decay. Scholars in the city have no worries - electromechanical experts doubt the capabilities of the power armor they have witnessed, virologists and bacteriologists have discovered the physical abilities displayed by genetically modified warriors, and we have doubts about the emperor's genetic engineering and machinery. The understanding of knowledge makes the sense of danger brought by genetically modified warriors unparalleled.

"Come on, you know." Low-level researcher Sophron said helplessly.Fortunately, the communication system of the space suit has a noise reduction function, which can prevent us, as special humans, from being deafened by the blaster gunshots of genetically modified warriors. However, the air vibration caused by each shot makes scholars It felt like no one had punched him hard, and even the pool of blood on the ground was shaking. "That time it was Alpha Homo."

I raised my eyebrows in appreciation of the Inhuman researcher's imagination.緷

Although it is also a humanoid creature, the size of that humanoid creature is much larger than that of the later creature that regressed based on the Alpha Primitive.It was a kind of humanoid creature with a small head and a special low body, and its seven limbs were slender due to the gravity of the same planet. Junior researcher Sofron turned to his young assistant and said, "Get ready to collect it." Sample. Maybe there is no relevant data in the computer in that laboratory. You must take away all the data there to ensure that it is not missed." As soon as he finished speaking, roaring lightning struck under the shield of the genetically modified warrior, and he was The genetically modified warrior who pressed forward almost stepped on this group of accomplished scholars.

"I'm afraid you got the data that time." Low-level researcher Sofren added with an expression on his face.Although it was just a glimpse, these scholars, including myself, have observed the details of the creature's appearance through the suspended manned drone assigned to us.The head is small, and the skull is presumed to be very thin. The seven limbs are slender but very weak. It is presumed that the bone composition is similar to that of Alpha Homo.Those creatures did not rush down like the later versions of the Alpha primitives, but stood indifferently in front of the passage of the research institute. "The emperor will allow their young researchers to be involved in the research of psychic creatures, at least for now."

[Search "Spring Gift" on Xiaoxiang APP to get 500 book coins for new users, and 200 book coins for old users] The so-called Mars-Omega is a rifle used to fire cold rays, but due to factors such as easy production and scarcity of materials, such a weapon Cold ray rifles are intelligently assigned to a knight brigade, and only low-level officers can have their own cold ray rifles - for example, Captain Apawaisha does not have a cold ray deflagration pistol as a backup in addition to his plasma pistol - -That kind of rifle has no devastating impact on airframes, and has no extremely weak penetrating effect on armor, so it is occasionally used as a tactical weapon against armored targets.

The red cold ray passed through the psychic lightning and hit the strange creature standing at the end of the passage.The cold ray could not be blocked by psychic energy, and it also reduced a row of seven psychic mutants to ashes. The floating ashes even ignited other psychic mutants until Sergeant Watzman placed the cold-dissipating The emaciated bodies of these psychic mutants were still burning as they fired their Mars-Omega rifles. "Psychic mutants! Shield!" The sergeant of the Eighth Knight Battalion yelled angrily, even causing the noise reduction system of the space suit to make noise.Two genetically modified warriors holding shields blocked the passage.We walked back against the dazzling lightning, and the bottom of the magnetic boots made a harsh noise of metal friction, as if something with extremely weak thrust was trying to throw us out.The collision between the psychic lightning and the plasma force field emitted a shining fire, and the low-temperature lightning even melted the alloy plates under the walls of the research institute's passage and burned the electronic components inside the deflection force field shield.Other genetically modified warriors of the Eighth Knights shot at these creatures that released psychic lightning, but both the explosive bombs and the plasma groups lost their kinetic energy at a distance of ten centimeters from those creatures. Even the plasma The group also lost its restraint at this distance and turned into a pool of cool air and flowers.

"Those creatures are under control." Low-level researcher Sofren sent a picture taken by a manned drone outside Sergeant Watzman's communication channel. "Those creatures have no mechanical implants in their forebrains. They are definitely Alpha primitives." This is a successful implant used by humans. Those psychic creatures are controlled, they definitely have no self-awareness, they are just a psychic array!"

The scholars had already hid aside, with no intention of causing any trouble.

Sergeant Watzman's response was so indifferent that it could even be called a response.緷

"Get close to them! Close combat, cold melt! Burn that blasphemous thing!" Sergeant Watzman ordered, then turned to look at the scholars.My gaze is as hot as that of all genetically modified warriors, but at this moment, scholars have experienced for the first time that this kind of willpower and gaze penetrating the eyepiece is no less terrifying.We were frozen in place, moving at every turn, as if we were facing a slowly approaching vehicle. "Check the air tightness protocol and the mental interference protocol immediately! All non-combatants can get close to the 70-meter range of psychic creatures! Heavy weapons hand, bring Mars-Omega over here!"