"Things that can't be killed are always annoying."
"I didn't know you had such a sense of humor, Hammurabi."
With the help of technicians from the City of Immortals, Derrick Xian removed his Power Armor and received more comprehensive medical treatment beyond the life-support system. Amon and Hannibal likewise needed to replace their armor and weapons while replenishing their energy for the work ahead. Compared to counterespionage and counterassassination work, fighting on the front lines was far more pleasant, even if their opponent was an Outer Dimension Psychic Energy Entity—according to Derrick Xian's knowledge, the Sacred Guard led by Constantine had uncovered more than five assassination plots in just one month, plots involving external forces conspiring with internal opposition to target the Emperor and other important officials. In Retaliation in Kind, the Sacred Guard had also sent assassins to kill key enemy officials. None of those assassinations made the papers, however. After all, if a senior CIA official assigned to an Eastern European station was found dead in his office with his head cut off and placed on his desk, anyone would start an investigation instead of loudly notifying the media.
"Shouldn't you be at His side right now?"
"The Legion Commander has taken over that responsibility," Hammurabi said. As the Sacred Guard's logistics and transport vehicle, this tracked Armored Personnel Carrier had been carried to the battlefield alongside the Emperor's command vehicle by a Hippogriff-class Assault Transport, though its golden paint job was rather conspicuous. "Next, He needs to control the course of the battle from the command vehicle until the enemy leader appears. He promised Black Bolt a dignified death, but Black Bolt alone. Those Mutants will receive no mercy."
"I have too little information. If I knew more, this hunt might not have dragged on for so