Chapter 598: The Sea of War (3)

Iclone, who loved melee fights, quietly slammed into a cabin, cutting off the panicked mortals one by one with a high-frequency particle sword in his hand.
"Stop him!"
At this time, the two big sailors jumped towards Ikron suddenly. He held the hilt in his hands and swept with one blow. He cut the two sailors at the waist, and the indestructible blade easily cut their tissues, spilling blood and internal organs on the damp. On the ground.
"Sharpness remains the same."
There was a murmur of Resk behind him.
"Yes."
As Ikron answered, he threw away the organs stuck in the hilt.
He paused for a moment and admired his masterpiece. The residual limbs on the floor were like a messy color painting, with a kind of fallen beauty.
Compared with their predecessors, the second generation of Dawn Sons has more mental strength than their predecessors. They have gotten rid of the puppet-like behavior patterns of the past, and have more human sensibility and knowledge, which allows them to have Ability to perform tasks independently.
In order to ensure that they can cope with various powerful enemies, the children of Dawn have more or less implanted various devices and mechanical prostheses, such as fire control aiming devices in their eyes and medicine syringes in their bones.
Compared with Iclone, Resk prefers to destroy the enemy in the distance.
He held a standard plasma pistol in his hands and happily tilted the bullet on the enemy's body at a medium distance. The hot beam instantly turned the enemy behind the temporary bunker into steaming pieces of meat.
Just a moment, Resk stood in the center of the circle of corpses, and his barrel was still emitting heat.
"Don't you think such fighting is vulgar?"
Ikron whispered and nailed a guy who wanted to escape to the wall.
"We are the sons of dawn, we are not artists."
Resker replied in doubt:
"We are craftsmen in war, nothing more, direct and violent. We don't pursue praise and honor, we only pursue mission."
"of course."
Ikron kicked away the remains of the bladed enemy and left the cabin to meet with Resk, leaving the slaughterhouse behind him.
"Uh, do you smell the smell? These things, their blood smells bad."
"The blood of the mutants certainly smells."
He kicked a corpse aside with contempt, just to keep himself from stepping on it. They all know what the real past is. These guys who pretend to be humans are just monsters wandering in the wilderness and ruins in the long night!
The Citizen’s Temple created these monsters, but regarded them as compatriots. Iclone could not understand such behavior. They could have worked together to create a future belonging to orthodox humans, but those stupid night watchmen rejected all communication requests from the parliament. They Just want to create
In the backward era of creation, drunkenly dreamed of death.
In this case, they are no longer human, they are aliens, they are intruders.
The Speaker once told them that any aliens who dare to invade the territory of the human race will be severely punished!
And they are the performers, and now is the time to perform this sacred task.
After passing through the equipment layer and leaving a body of corpses, the assault squad of the Son of Dawn came to the crew's living area, where they were close to their target, and the eternal rage that was attacked was like an enraged hive, and finally There was a response.
A group of real enemies appeared.
"Sir! First-level hostility!"
When the soldiers cried out on the communication channel, Iclone was executing an officer. He looked back and was a little surprised.
At the entrance of the crew cafeteria, a group of dark figures approached him.
The Wolverines approached at a swift pace, without any stopping of the weapons in their hands, without any flaws in combat discipline, and maintained a high degree of combat efficiency, which he had only seen with other brothers before.
It was really difficult for him to distinguish between these people, because the shiny armor they wore was not like the Son of Dawn wearing blue-grey armor. Their armor was not equipped with any seals or decorations.
Each face was covered under a badger-shaped helmet, which seemed to remind him of the closed doors of some ancient fortresses. Undoubtedly, they were a group of dangerous enemies, attacking with Wap’s stench. .
They look almost identical, each with a height of two meters next to each other, as if created by some mysterious means.
He turned to think again, mortals estimated to treat them with the same eyes.
If there are any enemies that can make Ikron angry, then these wizards who manipulate the unknown power are the first. The books of the Eternal City have clearly stated that these psionicists are deeply trapped in the wap, Finally destroyed the bright human age.
If mutant people, because of their own ignorance and excuse, then these wizards are absolutely unforgivable sins.
So the particle sword in his Gao Qing shouted:
"Children of dawn! Purify these wizards! Destroy them!"
The wolverines were armed with war swords and witchcraft fire. As soon as the children of dawn approached, the blades and flames poured on them.
In the process, Iclone perplexedly realized that they did not seem to speak, even if the body was pierced by a nail or burnt.
The wizards in the line of sight all use a tactical sign language to communicate and see how they pass through the war zone. He is very sure that the wizards have a very clear purpose.
He frowned, trying to throw irrational thinking out of his head.
But the next second, he paid the price for this short oversight, because the warning symbol under the visual device was flashing wildly!
He heard the sharp noise of the sharp blade roaring, when an enemy rushed from the shadow in the corner, he suddenly flashed, and only they could do it quickly, and then he fell to the ground next to a dining table .
A burning sword was attacking him, and Iclone punched out, trying to miss the enemy, but the next moment his forearm armor was cut out of several deep grooves.
The silent enemy raised his left arm and grabbed it upward, pulling off his helmet.
After a sudden pain, Iclone was staggered. After replying, he picked up the plasma gun~EbookFREE.me~ and adjusted it to a low-power fast-fire mode.
The pistol from the Eternal City Arsenal hit the enemy's abdomen three times in a row, and the violent impact curled his upper body down, causing the subsequent two shots to penetrate his neck and head.
The wizard hit the fence, then sat down paralyzed, his limbs sagged.
Ikron waited for the other party to overturn completely and lay dead on the ground, but he did not.
The dead Wolverine, leaning on the back fence, maintained the curled and twisted posture.
On the battlefield, he moved closer to each other.
This shot was enough to kill the mortal three or four times, and the torn wound on the corpse's trunk poured out gurgling blood, dripping through the floor of the grille into the darkness below.
There was a huge scorching crater at the top of his shiny helmet, and a plume of blood smoke wafted from his scorched brain.
Ikron pulled off the mask on the other person's face. He thought that some expression would remain on this face.
Anger, unwillingness, or hatred towards him.
He felt that at least he should be able to see some bitterness, even dying sadness and despair.
But nothing.
The enemy's face was paralyzed, and no trace of vivid expression could be discerned.
"Sir!"
Suddenly, there was a voice of panic on the communication channel. If it were not for this channel, only the Son of Dawn could use it. He even suspected that the voice was from a weak mortal, not an elite warrior.
"Extraordinary hostility, a breakthrough...ah!!!"
The sound was interrupted, and Iclone was stunned for a few seconds. He faintly heard that in the last few seconds of the communication, in addition to some kind of slippery crackling sound, there was a strange roar, like a beast.
It's just like……
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! !