Aparisha found this interesting, because even he didn't know why he was interested in Constantine's proposal. He followed with great interest, and spoke his request leisurely amidst the splatters of blood and minced meat, not caring whether Constantine and the other guards listened. He made it to Constantine more than once. Dueling applications were made, but these applications were all rejected without exception.
Chemical psychological intervention and brain implants have transformed the psychology of genetically modified warriors to an almost subhuman level to some extent. Conventional psychoanalytic theory cannot be applied to these superhuman beings. For this reason, the Eternal City has established a Develop a new psychological model to analyze the behavior of genetically modified warriors. The core of this set of doctrines is the concept proposed by the emperor. Every genetically modified warrior is a violent and brutal war machine. However, in order to allow the genetically modified warriors to focus on their tasks and avoid being affected by other perceptual factors, chemically treated The brain will lose many of the emotions humans display in response to the outside world.
In the eyes of other ordinary humans, these superhuman beings who are as cold as steel do not have the emotions of normal people. They are just tools for the emperor to exercise extreme violence on his enemies. They will not have any consequences for their violence in war. Emotional fluctuations, and they will not make any expression because of witnessing the anti-human behavior of certain armed factions - to them, it makes no difference whether those religious armed forces stuff people into meat grinders or eat human flesh. Genetically modified warriors Its function is to get rid of superstition and superstitious people - when the genetically modified warriors quietly escorted the exploration team into Iraq, they easily wiped out a guerrilla group of religious militants that happened to run into them. The militants piston into the meat grinder, just like the latter did to the civilians, except that the genetically modified warriors will not cheer about it. Their expressions were as if they were facing a boring food industry assembly line and just wanted to get the job done as quickly as possible.
"We need to cooperate, Constantine." The battle ax in Apalixia's hand was swung until there was only an afterimage. He could barely see Constantine's movements clearly. The monsters blocking the path of the Praetorian Commander died in the blink of an eye. The Praetorian Guards formed a formation and plunged straight into the crowded alien sea composed of etheric spiritual entities, allowing the Sisterhood to Use a melta gun to spray high temperatures on the aetherial aliens that try to get in. "The prerequisite for cooperation is honesty. If I don't know the limits of the Guards, how can we cooperate?"
Aparisha caught a glimpse of the meat grinder-like battlefield of genetically modified warriors at the end of the line.
These elite genetically modified warriors are not idlers, and they can still cope with the current situation. The scales rubbed against the shield, making a piercing scream. Countless claws of different sizes clawed at the upper edge of the shield frantically. The ethereal alien entities like a tide were completely unable to break through their defense line from behind. The genetically modified warriors retreated while fighting, leaving a trail of corpses and various bodily fluids between the ethereal alien entities, ensuring that the Sisterhood armed personnel in the middle had enough space to use their melta guns.
"My warriors bleed, Constantine."
Constantine couldn't help but frown. He still didn't understand why Aparisha stood beside him and interfered with the battle. "I accept your invitation to participate in this mission. You must tell me the mission information." Apalixia pointed at her helmet, "Don't think that I can't see the passage of the document with the mark of the Adeptus Order. Modified many times. I know there is a portal below, but what else did the reconnaissance drone see beyond the portal?"
The steel storm gradually subsided, and the front was covered with corpses of ethereal aliens. Constantine took out the magazine to replace the ammunition for his long gun. The idle bolt gun of the empty warehouse reloaded with a snap. The guard commander raised his long gun and fired two bursts, killing the ethereal alien that was trying to destroy the steel staircase a hundred meters away. The latter exploded like a bag filled with juice, and all the corrosive blood fell on the wall behind him, corroding a large hole full of black cables.
"I need genetically modified warriors to resist the attack of the ether entity aliens for us and buy time for Catherine." Constantine's answer made Aparisha want to swing an ax at him, but the commander of the guards seemed to be indifferent to this. Nothing is known. He took a half-step to the right very naturally, and a garrison spear thrust out against him, hitting the etheric entity that emerged as he passed the corner. There wasn't much light here, and only the flames of the bolters when they fired could provide a fleeting brilliance. The guard commander was not affected by the flames that flashed around him. He steadily picked up the spear again and pulled the trigger.
Without looking, Aparisha picked up her plasma pistol and fired a ball of white-hot plasma, delivering the final blow to Constantine's target.
"That's all you need to know, Aparisha."
"What an idiot I am for choosing a lighter topic for you. Since you won't talk about the gladiatorial arena, you better think this mission is worth the lives of my soldiers. Don't think that only the Praetorian Guards have access to secrets Task, you are just bodyguards and we are soldiers, we shed more blood. You are not the emperor’s only armed force, and you have no right to handle all tasks on behalf of the emperor. He will trust us more on the battlefield.”
Neither Constantine nor the other Praetorian Guards answered. They killed silently, as always, and even Aparisha's words and attacks did not change the established rhythm of the battle. "I will not give up the mission because of such a thing, Constantine, we fight according to the emperor's ideals rather than power." Apalisha tried hard to hide her anger. He swung his battle ax horizontally, and the upper body of the ethereal alien entity disappeared like an explosion. "We will meet again in the palace, Constantine. I hope you have a good explanation by then."
Regent Victor von Doom couldn't help but sigh. Although not everyone in the Praetorian Order thinks highly of themselves, their secrecy can easily lead to misunderstandings. He believed that he needed to inform the emperor of the conflict between the Praetorian Order and Apalixia. After all, the genetically modified warriors possessed violent and bloodthirsty genetic characteristics that the Praetorian Guards did not possess. If the two sides clashed, it would be an unacceptable loss.
The team went all the way down.
Armored convoys formed a defensive line, blocking any ethereal alien entities that attempted to enter the maintenance lanes and intercept the mixed teams. The powerful firepower prevented this special operations group from focusing all its attention on the task of blocking the enemy forces in the rear. The outstanding performance of the genetically modified warriors resulted in fewer and fewer monsters tracking them. Later, Aparisha even After ordering the genetically modified soldiers to place the automatic turrets, they formed another advancing front alone.
This decision allowed the special operations team to move nearly twice as fast. Different from the quiet and precise fighting style of the Praetorian Guards, the battlefield of genetically modified warriors is filled with roars and violence. Each genetically modified warrior pours out the power that his body and power armor can exert into the etheric alien entity, and electronic muscle beams Letting out an overwhelming metallic scream. The cruel, savage, and even efficient combat stimulated everyone's nerves. The genetically modified warriors exerted unparalleled pressure on the disorganized ethereal alien entities until the other party began to collapse.
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When Aurora finally walked into the room, she saw only two stunned men.
"Professor Aurora Noctis!" Detective Safno Mattia, who had met Aurora before, called out, "Why are you here?"
"Assist in the investigation." Aurora's expression did not change. "Where is the enemy?"
"Enemies?" Verlon shouted in panic, "Where are the enemies! Are they French? Or Germans?"
"I heard shouting before entering the room." The professor of the illusion department scanned the entire room, and finally she had to admit that her judgment was wrong. "The conditions for logical judgment were insufficient, and the rescue operation was too hasty."
"Really? What about our door panels?"
Oligouros, the immediate superior of Inspector Verlon and Safno Mattia, walked out of the room, "The funds to assist in this investigation will all be paid by Scotland Yard." This man had black and white hair and a beard. , like that kind of middle-aged and elderly man who is not easy to approach, his clothes are as meticulous as his hair, "I invited Professor Aurora Noctis to come over today to assist in the investigation, and Professor Noctis is also one A master of prophecy and magic—and also a master of kicking doors.”
Director Oligouros sat silently behind the oak desk. Some blurry black and white photos taken from the vellum file were scattered on the table. With his receding hairline and growing beer belly, this Birmingham man has transformed from a young policeman who could make criminals surrender with just his eyes to a smiling football team lover who can be seen everywhere in the bar. Even though he has transformed from a sword to an oak hammer, he is still a Queen's crime-fighting weapon and the head of the West Division of London's secret police secret service. Now this warhammer's face is full of seriousness, with wrinkles almost carved into his browbones, because the photo in front of him comes from a cult crime scene - he has many years of experience in handling cases and has seen countless murder scenes, but the person in the photo The scene was also a bit unbearable for him. In contrast, the young woman sitting at the desk was concentrating on studying the case records written by the police and comparing the evidence on the table. It seemed that the deceased's distorted face, torn limbs and chest, and blackening in the photos The pool of blood, the viscera scattered on the floor, and the maggots covering the rotting body are as worthless as outdated perfume.
The professors at the University of London are really rich, Director Oligouros thought to himself. Especially for professors at the Magic Academy, with a decent job, they don't need to go to stinking crime scenes, walk in and out of slums in the rain on the streets, and don't need to squat in alleys eating fried bread.
Grand Cross Knight, Queen's Warhammer couldn't help but look at the ring on the woman's hand, and kept thinking in her mind that she would have to spend several months of salary without eating or drinking to buy a gemstone ring for her wife. The blonde woman in front of her had her hair hanging down from her temples delicately permed and curled, and the huge diamond ring she wore on her hand was cut with exquisite craftsmanship. It could instantly catch the light of thunder and lightning flashing outside the window and then illuminate the room. No need for market rumors or upper-class gossip, Director Oligouros's investigative ability told him constantly how rich the woman in front of him was: exquisitely tailored clothes, glasses with inscriptions, neat fingers and careful attention to detail. Manicured nails, these details all reflect the taste of wealth. The woman in front of her has unparalleled beauty and dress sense. The nobles who pursue her can go around the West End. Director Oligouros has seen her several times at banquets.
"Ahem! Thank you for your help to us and your tolerance for my stupid subordinates, Professor Aurora Noctis." Director Oligouros withdrew his attention. He said in a deep voice, "I wonder how much help your school's prophecy professors have provided. This case involves some troublesome people."
"The victim is a student of the college, and Professor Selvik broke his leg on the steps." Professor Aurora Noctis did not raise her head. "I have informed the dean of the college about this situation, and the reply I received is I will assist the SSS in solving this problem. So here I am, Director Arthur Edino Oligouros. Although I am a professor of the Illusion Department, the dean can assure you of my ability. There is also a phone number here. Direct line to the office, isn’t it?”
"That's not what I meant, madam." Director Oligoros waved his hand awkwardly, "I just want to express that this case may not be suitable for a lady..." Aurora Noctis's jewel-like eyes made Mr. Warhammer swallowed his next words. "...Look at what you said. Since you insist, let's pay more attention to the case." Mr. Queen's Warhammer smoothed back his remaining gray hair and touched his goatee, which was also gray. "Facts Not much is known about Saffono Mattia, and many details are not stated in the file. For example, the scratch marks and bayonet fragments we found at the scene, and... most importantly, a person who should not have appeared at the scene s things."
Mr. Warhammer dug out a small glass bottle with a wax seal on the mouth from the evidence box.
If you don't hold the bottle up to a light, it's easy to ignore its contents and mistake it for an empty bottle. No one present would make such a mistake. Director Oligoros showed the key evidence in the bottle to the professor of the illusion department. "It's a white hair," he said. "It's not human, at least not entirely."
Subhuman races, including fox people, cat people, etc., are all races that have been walking on the earth since the Mu continent. These races live in the same society as us, integrated with humans, and are not much different. If we start with some details, we can still find that these races are different from us. The tails and ears of the fox race are no different from the domineering foxes in London. The places where human ears should originally grow are smooth and the ears are located on the top of the head. Fox people often complain that the weather in London is rainy, causing rainwater to pour into their ears, so that they have to spend a lot of time cleaning their ears - the tail of the fox people is also affected by the rain. Compared with the tail of a cat, a fox's tail is obviously much fluffier. Fox women are proud to have a smooth and fluffy tail, because only fox women with a noble enough status and a prosperous life can afford to avoid tail fur. suffer from contamination.
Fox people are also very talented in magic, or in other words, fox people are very talented in illusion and transformation magic.
(End of chapter)
