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Chapter 440 Purification Operation - Part Two
Chen Xi pointed to the female psionicist who had been dragged out by Xi Dejia on the ground and sternly warned all the Imperial loyalists who had not yet been infected: "Those gene stealers are growing and expanding in the shadows, directing their 'family' to infiltrate every corner of the army, government, and factories!"
Their 'exemplary' behavior is merely a prelude to accumulating strength, waiting for the opportune moment to launch a rebellion, cripple the planet's defenses, and then…

Chen Xi's voice lowered, but it sent a chilling despair through all the Imperial loyalists present: "Then, when the Hive Fleet arrives, these brainwashed wretches will happily welcome their 'Star Families,' dreaming of joining the happy family."

But what awaits them is only to be torn apart and digested! They are nothing more than kitchen utensils used by the swarm to prepare a buffet!

“Olivia!” Chen Xi turned to the Mechanical Sage: “Lock onto all anomalous biosignal points, especially those with the highest psionic intensity! Sidgar! Your Void Power is the key to tearing apart their psionic networks!”
Battle Sisters! A purification squad, centered around Sister Sidgar, is formed! Objective: All marked anomalous biological targets! Leave no survivors!

"For the Emperor!" The battle nuns responded in unison, the sound of their explosive guns being cocked crisp and cold.

"Armed Guard!" Chen Xi looked at the soldiers who, though fearful, remained steadfast in their posts: "Your loyalty has been proven! Now, follow the nun and cleanse yourselves and the city of pollution!"

Remember: Anyone who attempts to surrender, make excuses, or displays unusual fanaticism must be killed on sight!

Better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free! Your wives, children, and elderly parents might be among those contaminated people. Think about what you are trying to save!

The order was given, and the torrent of steel began to crush the conspiracy of flesh and blood.

Sidja is like the most accurate psionic radar; wherever the power of nothingness reaches, even the most cunning disguises melt away like snow under the sun.

The Battle Nun's bombs and flamethrowers transformed into the most relentless purifying flames, completely eradicating exposed aliens and those beyond redemption from deep infection.

The armed guards gritted their teeth, tears welling in their eyes, and pointed their guns at their former comrades, neighbors, and perhaps even relatives—those whose skin turned grayish-purple in the powerless arena.

The city turned into hell.

The piercing alarms have long been replaced by a more primal cacophony—the shrieking of bombs tearing through the air, the sizzling of laser weapons burning flesh, the screams of the dying, the inhuman howls of aliens, and the roar of buildings groaning and collapsing in explosions.

The sounds of intense gunfire echoed wildly through Murmansk's fortified, militarized streets, like countless hammers pounding on every corner of this steel fortress.

The once well-planned, wide streets, which facilitated the passage of heavy vehicles, have now been transformed into a bloody slaughterhouse and a brutal defensive position.

The threat lurking deep within the city's veins has finally erupted.

From the rusted sewer grilles and from the hidden passageways connecting to ancient necromantic tombs in space, a tidal wave of deformed figures roared forth.

They are the ugliest offspring of the gene-stealing cult—second and third generation hybrids.

They have hunched backs covered with rough chitinous carapaces, their knuckles transformed into terrifying bone claws, and their eyes gleam with primal ferocity and madness driven by the will of the hive.

Interspersed among them are a few pure-blooded gene stealers who are more agile, faster, and exude the aura of pure hunters; they are the cult's fangs and daggers.

Wielding metal pipes salvaged from the ruins, crude bone blades, or even their bare hands, these monsters howled as they charged toward the hastily constructed defenses of the Imperial army.

Their numbers were staggering, like a swarm of insects crawling out of the cracks of hell, attempting to overwhelm steel and flames with their flesh and blood. "Fire! Free fire! Don't let them get close!" The sergeants' shouts echoed hoarsely through the communications channel.

Bombs traced deadly trajectories in the air, exploding into clouds of blood mist and shell fragments upon impact; blazing laser beams precisely targeted and instantly vaporized the heads or chests of the aliens charging ahead; the rapid-fire cannons of automatic sentry towers unleashed a dense rain of bullets, like invisible scythes, sweeping down swarms of low-level thieves.

Exposed in open terrain and lacking heavy armor protection, the alien charge was like a surging wave crashing against an indestructible reef in the face of the Imperial army's powerful firepower.

The fragile bodies of the second and third generation cunning individuals shattered and collapsed in the metal storm, their bluish-purple blood and broken limbs covering the cold alloy ground.

The surging tide, upon crashing into the steel dam, instantly turned into futile waves, shattering into pieces.

However, the few pure-blooded gene stealers mixed in with the tide pose a different level of threat.

They weave through the barrage of bullets like ghosts, their astonishing speed and predictive abilities allowing them to narrowly escape deadly fire.

Their chitinous exoskeletons are incredibly hard; ordinary laser guns can only leave charred marks when they hit them, and even explosives cannot immediately paralyze them unless they hit vital organs or joints directly.

"Watch out for those monsters! Tao Gang can't stop their claws!" an experienced retired Astral Army veteran roared from behind cover.

He witnessed a pureblood rush towards a chimera armored vehicle like a phantom, tearing the vehicle apart with its sharp claws and teeth, and the sturdy terracotta armor plate was ripped open with a huge gash!

The guards inside didn't even have time to react before their lives were instantly taken by the sharp claws that reached in.

At this moment, Murmansk's heritage as a military fortress plays a crucial role.

Automated sentry towers throughout the city provided continuous suppressive fire; heavy alloy roadblocks and pre-built fortifications provided sturdy cover for the troops; and hidden turrets roared at critical moments, blasting purebloods attempting to assemble or assault key nodes to shreds with high-explosive or armor-piercing shells.

Although the city's grid-like layout was originally intended for military passage, it now restricts the large-scale alien assaults, forcing them into pre-designated firing pockets.

More importantly, there are people—this city has a large number of retired Star Guardian soldiers.

These veterans may not be as physically strong as they used to be, but their ingrained fighting instincts, obedience to orders, and battlefield intuition honed through countless bloody battles are invaluable assets.

Unlike new recruits who crumble in the face of pureblood terror, they can quickly find cover, organize effective crossfire, and precisely eliminate the most threatening targets.

They knew how to use the terrain and how to block narrow passages with flamethrowers.

Without these experienced veterans as the backbone, it would have been an almost impossible task to carry out such brutal street fighting and cleansing in this deeply infiltrated city with only a few combat nuns and some uncontaminated guards.

(End of this chapter)