Chapter 622 Killed

With the successive victories in the surface landing operations, the vanguard troops quickly took root on Mars. Massive supplies and logistics troops began to be continuously transported from the moon to the front line. There was a busy scene everywhere on the base.

"Reporting to the commander, our army has currently controlled the surrounding land of 1,300 square kilometers, established a large military base, and a total of eight temporary auxiliary bases, waiting for the next order." The battlefield command assistant AI said in a stiff synthesized voice. .

"Something doesn't feel right..." Mars surface commander Mai Haoli is a very cautious person. He is a little uneasy about the atmosphere of underestimation of the enemy that permeates the army from top to bottom.

"Let the people from the divination team come to the command room."

"yes."

The federal army combines technology and training. Each legion is equipped with a prophecy mage accompanying the army. Although the prediction abilities of these mages vary, they still have an irreplaceable position on the battlefield.

They may not be able to predict the enemy's complete formation, but they can still predict which positions will encounter the most violent attacks and which regiment will suffer the greatest losses.

Once prepared, corresponding losses can be avoided.

The auxiliary AI can perform complex reasoning through a large amount of known information, and the prophecy mages use their own methods to provide the AI ​​with information from various mysterious sources.

The two complement each other and together constitute the "super brain" of the command.

Of course, the role of prophecy mages goes far beyond this. In terms of scientific research, they have quite incredible effects. They can greatly reduce the frequency of trial and error through their respective prophecy spells.

After a scientific conjecture is proposed, they can use prophecy spells to bypass the costly experiment itself and directly predict the correctness of the conjecture. Although the success rate is not incredible, it can still avoid many detours.

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"A change will occur in seven days." A middle-aged man who looked like a mage said directly after entering the command room.

In a sense, chatting with a prophecy mage is a hassle-free thing, because many times they give the answer themselves without waiting for the other person to speak.

"The subject that created the mutation is beyond our prediction range, but from the side information, it is speculated that it should be something targeting technological weapons."

"Aimed at modern weapons?" The commander's first reaction was the special environment of the four secret realms on the earth.

Within the scope of the secret realm, there is a special electromagnetic pulse everywhere, and all electronic components in the equipment will fail under the influence of the pulse.

"If that's the case, things will be in trouble."

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"Mars' planetary consciousness is awakening?" Bai Mo, who was hiding outside a certain city, also noticed something strange.

The long-standing worship and belief of countless Martians in the spirit of nature finally created a consciousness that is infinitely close to the seventh level. When the believers encountered a group crisis, it began to slowly wake up.

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"It's a pity that one more confused Gaia can't change anything."

Counting the few sixth-level ones who have no concern for worldly affairs and only devote themselves to cultivation, the human federation on the moon has more than twenty sixth-level transcendent beings.

Coupled with specially designed psychic technology weapons, they can even fight one against two strong men of the same level on Mars.

There are only four sixth-level Mars in total. Even if one more sixth-level perfect planetary will is added, the high-end power comparison is still very different.

The only reason why the war situation hasn't collapsed yet is that the top leaders of the Federation are still trying to blame each other, and they are at a stage where the three monks have nothing to eat.

No one is willing to risk their lives with someone of the same level, because in an invasion war, they are likely to encounter someone who is willing to drag their opponents to death together.

The competition at the top is extremely cruel. If you lose your combat effectiveness, even if you achieve great success in the war, your subsequent loss of power is basically inevitable.

The honor was won, but the country was lost.

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"Dong dong dong." There was a knock on the door in a dormitory of the 12th Federal Military Camp on Mars.

"Who is it?"

"I repair air conditioners!" replied an inconspicuous man outside the door.

"Repairing the air conditioner? Wait a minute, I'll open the door."

The temperature on the surface of Mars is as low as minus 50 degrees. Even though temporary simple atmospheric circulation devices have been deployed inside the military base, the temperature of the air is still horribly low.

Before a complete atmospheric circulation + temperature control system is established, it is necessary to install convenient air conditioners for heating in military camp dormitories. Otherwise, basic soldiers who are still mortal bodies may be frozen if they want to take off their power armor. Lose half your life.

So those who install air conditioners in military camp dormitories and those who repair air conditioners are very busy these days.

"Please show me your ID." The team leader, who had already opened the door, went through the formalities and asked for ID.

Although military regulations clearly stated that the identity of the staff must be confirmed before opening the door, he didn't take it to heart at all. In a place like Mars, there were no spies to pay attention to.

"Hey." The man with a large box of tools behind him handed over his ID card to the other party.

"Come in." The captain just glanced casually, then turned around and prepared to lead the man outside the door.

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"Pfft!" Before the pain could reach his brain, the poor sergeant, who had his back turned to the air-conditioning repairman, was accurately stabbed through the heart by a flickering dagger.

"You!" By the time a severe pain hit his brain, he had only had time to say the word "you" without even giving him a chance to turn his head.

Centered on the wound, the black light on the dagger wildly devoured the victim's body. In less than ten seconds, the victim's sergeant was eaten to the point where not even a bit of bone was left.

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"I'm sorry, although we have no grudges, but I'm sorry that you blocked the way." After the murder was silenced and the corpses were destroyed, the man who originally pretended to be repairing the air conditioner quickly returned to his original self, and even said with a bit of unbearability He made a sign of the cross where the body had been.

Due to his premeditation, no one else was passing by the dormitory at this time. As a comrade noncommissioned officer who was qualified to live in an independent dormitory, there were no roommates living together, so the man easily occupied this place.

"Ivy... I will be the one to survive for you for the rest of the time." The man with fiery red hair dug out the sergeant's identity certificate in the drawer and began to read the files of the people he killed.

"In half an hour, I'll be back on the moon."

The name of the killed noncommissioned officer was Ivy. In a sense, he died unjustly. The only reason why he was killed was that half an hour later, it was his turn to fly with the space carrier aircraft returning to the moon. Return to the Federation's supply base.

ps: Thanks to the two bosses for their fight, I came up with a whole dungeon plot.