Marvel Book of Magical Events

Constantine watched as the wounded beast sank into the molten iron, the supernatural blood flowing on its skin igniting like grease, the skin charred and glowing brightly. The giant beast roared because of the pain. Blackcard Burt just kept twisting his body, the broken bat wings stirred and surged in the red iron water, and the harsh psychic sound waves erupted wantonly, but the fate of sinking could not be avoided. The sound disappeared completely as molten steel poured into its snout and scorched its throat pouch. The commander of the guards fired a shot downward, pressing down the skull of the giant beast before it was submerged in the molten iron river.

As the last sonic bubble exploded in the molten iron, the molten metal erupted, cooled, and fell like magma. Countless tiny irregular steel beads fell on the deck, like a pleasant rainstorm. Constantine lowered his arm and brushed away the solidifying droplets of molten iron on his shirt. He believed that this extremely tenacious giant beast had finally come to an end. The king of Attilan's alien race finally died in its castle, which did not insult its honor as a king. However, Constantine did not see another behemoth fall into the same fate, and the possible witnesses in this linear timeline were not equipped with communication systems. He did not expect to get answers after asking questions.

Constantine saw a flash of golden armor flash from the corner, and finally disappeared.

He nodded in that direction, using one hand to make a tactical gesture of the Order of the Guards, even though he didn't know whether the other party would be able to receive the message. He continued to wait for a while, until the only sound left was the gurgling sound of the molten metal river, the groan of broken metal brackets, and the power armor detection system did not detect any life signals, then he reopened the communication channel.

Hannibal, Hammurabi, Derrick and other Praetorian Guards walked into the reopened blast door. After maintaining their tactical formation and walking down the stairs, they saw the Guards Commander standing on the deck above the boiling molten iron. The rusted blast doors couldn't stop the loud noise of the battle. This place had been changed. The metal that shouldn't have been corroded was corroded. The bulges on the walls were like herpes. Every deck was filled with painful emotions - they didn't know. Constantine fought against the enemy, but the shock caused by the battle made the deck beneath their boots tremble. Even though the Praetorian Guards are a group of superhuman beings who always remain calm and rational, they can't help but speculate and express concern for the safety of their commanders.

Everything here shows that even Constantine, the commander of the Praetorian Guards, had to fight hard to complete his task. The other Praetorian Guards knew nothing about the details of this mission, but they could still use the knowledge they had learned to identify the type of enemy, and judge the size and general appearance of the enemy from the traces left on the scene - it was full of twists and folds The grille deck and the steel brackets are bent out of shape, indicating that the enemy has a huge size and powerful strength. The horror here is deeply uncomfortable. The etheric energy penetrates deeply into the metal and air. Some of the twisted steel even has vein-like patterns growing in it.

The Praetorian Guards descended the stairs and could clearly see that the several decks above Constantine's position had traces of injuries from claws and power weapons. The huge gap in the deck was enough to accommodate the man who had left a mark on the five-meter-high bracket. A behemoth with scratches, the power armor of the Praetorian Guard commander has obvious impact scars from blunt objects, which indicates that Constantine may have collided with a metal bracket. The rubies inlaid on the shoulder armor were shattered, and the crimson shirt was stained with blood into large areas of black and purple. Only the giant spear that brought the emperor to Attilan Star Castle still remained clean, as if it was the enemy's dirty blood. This magical weapon can never be polluted.

The management system of the Praetorian Order is flat. As a temporary combat team, other Praetorian Guard officers can also check Constantine's physical condition through the information displayed on the helmet's holographic projection tactical panel. They were surprised to find that the power armor was severely damaged after sustaining most of the damage. The silent servos at the joints kept buzzing, and a piece of the armor plate was torn off, revealing the electronic muscle bundles behind the armor plate. and exoskeleton supports, but the medical system records of the power armor show that the guard commanders are still standing in front of them intact and moving freely after experiencing severe injuries such as muscle strains and bone fractures.

The broken deck was covered with large pieces of solidified or burnt blood and minced meat. Some fell from the cracks in the upper deck, and some were giant deformed limbs that were completely beyond the scope of conventional mutants and beyond the limits of human genetic variation. Even though they were fragmented, they were still intact. Nervous reactions are still going on. Hot wind blew up from the cracks in the deck, and the flesh and blood rotted at a speed visible to the naked eye. The unpleasant fishy smell was even more unbearable. The Imperial Guards had to close the external air channel of the visor, at the expense of losing smell clues to endure it. .

Next target, priority Crimson.

Crimson level target!

Tita plunged her sword deep into the mutant's body and punched the enemy in the head. This heavy punch made the mutant wearing a simple metal helmet dizzy. Even though the helmet was severely deformed and the skull was broken, the helmet still did not fall off. It wasn't until Tita kicked it over that she discovered that the Doomed Helmet had been fused to the mutant's skull. She curled her lips in disgust, and at the same time swung an elbow to knock a mutant who was much taller than her back. She pulled out her plasma pistol and fired a ball of white-hot plasma, burning a big hole in the body in front of her. Through the flesh and blood body with thick smoke, Tita caught a glimpse of a figure wearing a crimson robe who was constantly crowding towards the crowd behind him.

The blasphemer! Dita's roar made the figure startle, and then he showed a ferocious expression. The latter opened her mouth and spoke a language that Tita did not understand, waving her arms back, and then the mutant next to her was as excited as if she had been injected with combat medicine. They all looked at Tita, broke away from the crowd that was fleeing backwards, and pounced towards her and the other two battle sisters. The Battle Sisters had to ignore orders to conserve ammunition and pull the trigger again to clear a path of flesh and blood.

Stop! Or I will chop your head off right here!

Tita's warning had no effect.

Seeing that the believers who were protecting her were shattered by the explosion, the priestess Fei Lier stretched out her fingers and recited a difficult and obscure spell. The audio capture function of the power armor clearly recorded the pronunciation of Priestess Firil, but it could not identify the text to which the pronunciation belonged. In the blink of an eye, threads composed of deep purple energy gathered in the air, and a giant claw the size of a mortal grew out of thin air. Everything from bones, muscles to blood vessels were formed in an instant. The bloody giant claw had no skin, and sharp and dirty nails pointed towards the pedicle. Tower and Battle Sisters swung over. Tita subconsciously swung her sword and cut off one finger of the devil's claw formed by the spell. The other two battle sisters only had time to shoot and grab the mutant in front of them to block this dirty magic.

They saw that the skin of the mutant caught by the spell began to dissolve, as if soaked in strong acid liquid. The victim still maintained consciousness, and no matter what kind of pain, he could not pass out. One of the battle sisters curled her lips and put an end to its pain with a bolt bomb. In the blink of an eye, the demonic hand swallowed the victim, and the finger that was cut off by Tita regrown, and then continued to fly towards the battle sisters like a living creature.

The next second the demonic hand hit a shield. Aparisha held up the shield and rushed out of the crowd, pressing the demonic hand firmly against the wall. Without enough time to express her gratitude, Tita and the other two battle sisters turned and rushed towards the priestess Fei Lier who continued to escape - this time she was pushed outside by the crowd. When confronted by the menacing Battle Sisters, she brandishes a fluorescent blue nuclear fuel rod. The two battle sisters activated their steel wings, flew over the fleeing mutant cultists, drew an arc in the air, and then crashed next to the priestess Fei Lier.

One of the sisters deftly dodged the attack from her side and penetrated Priestess Firil's armpit with a bayonet mounted on a bolter. The other battle sister punched the priestess in the face. Go up and let her swallow the vicious curse along with her broken teeth. Only then did Tita rush to her. She activated her steel wings and knocked over swarms of mutants. The fiery tail flames scorched the human bodies, and the long sword she swung smoothly cut through the dense flesh and bones.

Infidel. In the name of the emperor, I pronounce you to death. Tita looked indifferently at the priestess Fei Lier, who narrowed her eyes in pain. You will be judged on the stake, and any pollution you cause will be judged. Will be completely cleansed. Rejoice that your blasphemy against the human species will be cleansed, and your sins will be atoned for in divine agony.

The Battle Sisters grasped Priestess Firil's bloody chin firmly.

This was somewhat unnecessary, because Priestess Feryl's mandible and cheekbones had already been shattered, but in order to prevent her from spitting out any poisonous words, the battle sisters still held her fingers tightly. With the help of the power armor and the strength of the android itself, the Battle Sisters easily crushed the fingers of Priestess Fielle, and she spat out a blood-tinged cry of pain from her fragmented mouth.

you……

Shut up, blasphemer!

Without Tita's instructions, the battle sisters grabbed Priestess Firel's chin harder. The fragments of the mandible pierced the skin, like a sharp blade, and stabbed out bloody. The huge pain caused the priestess Fei Lier to almost lose consciousness. The battle sisters looked at Tita and issued instructions after getting Tita's nod. Then the genetically modified warriors saw the battle sisters with steel wings leaving the battle line without hesitation and gathering around Commander Tita. They no longer saved ammunition and used all means to clear a large blank area. The mutants in the front trying to escape had to turn around again, and then put on the genetically modified warriors who had been waiting for a long time. The mutants in the rear ran backwards even harder, trying to return the same way, even if they stepped on the bodies of the same kind, even if they fell down. He didn't care if his bones were crushed and his internal organs were ruptured.

Your judgment is coming, but not now.

Tita bent down and spoke to Priestess Fielle through the audio grille of the power armor. The blood-red tactical speculum stared closely into the eyes of Priestess Ferrell. Tita saw the evil hatred in the cult priest's eyes. She took off her helmet and looked directly into the cultist's eyes with her own eyes. I will let you continue to suffer in pain. But eventually your soul will be purified, everything your master gave you will be cleared away, and you will die as a human being. Thank Him, our Lord is the savior of the human race Lord, even you, a lost infidel, can receive His mercy.”

If you were willing to use the time you talked to pull the trigger, maybe we would have completed our mission long ago.

Perhaps because the caster was in pain, the demonic hand composed of a spell turned into black and purple smoke and disappeared, but before disappearing, the spell left several deep scratches on Aparisha's shield. Scratches, even the ion shield generator was overwhelmed and overheated. While Apalixia chopped down the mutant cultists who were crowding towards her, she used a lazy tone to tease the Sisterhood's unmilitary behavior. However, the Sisterhood did not respond to the knights' ridicule. Even Catherine, who was floating in mid-air, didn't respond. The brilliance she bloomed caused the skin of mutants who had never seen the brilliance of stars to burn, and multiple visual organs lost function due to pain. This kind of brilliance had never appeared in the eternal night of Attilan Star Fortress, and many mutants evolved into the dark eyes, but when the longed for light arrives, they close their eyes painfully, not daring to look directly.

Now you should kill these mutants quickly. Aparisha said, At least you have to complete the regent's mission.

We have completed our mission. Tita raised her head, not looking at the priestess who was in deep pain. Pain is sacred, pain can make people sober, and pain can make sinners repent. Tita felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction, with a smile on her face that rarely appeared after leaving the emperor's side. Now is the time to purge these sins. Sisters, bring the Emperor's mercy to these sad lives.

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