The Kymellian Clan settlement was a pitch-black deep sea steeped in death. The searchlights of the giant drones were like the bioluminescent lures on the heads of deep-sea monsters, while that bizarre spire was a maw of death bristling with fangs. The nearest armored force was three kilometers away at Assembly Point B. Though the Airtight Doors along the main roads and light rail lines had already sealed shut, the faint sounds of explosions still told them that some assault troops from Aparajita's First Combat Group and some armored units from the Second Combat Group had already clashed with the Mutant army.
But they could not immediately relay this information to Aparajita and Deputy Nelson, because this was a silent covert operation. Before the mission was complete, any communication sent through this dead ocean risked detection. Every radio band was currently crammed with traffic, and without knowing whether the enemy had identified their encrypted frequency, silence was the best choice. The armored units still had several heavily defended checkpoints and countless enemies between them and this place; there was simply no way for them to arrive at maximum speed.
Gronov Rutov, rather than Derrick Xian, became the commander of this operation. The Praetorian Guard were not so arrogant as to disregard the experience and skills of other warriors. Gronov Rutov quickly found a route concealed enough to let the squad reach the core spire safely—the Kymellian Clan's buildings were sturdy enough to bear the weight of these gene-modded superhumans' Power Armor. Like terrifying shadows from a fairy tale, they swept through one empty room after another. The other squad had adopted the same tactics. Everyone knew this was a mission of death, and they sought nothing but victory. None of the Gene-modded Warriors hesitated over the tactical risks of penetrating