The plunder of the heavens begins with the Spirit Cage.

The interior was dimly lit, with the emergency lights flickering on and off. The bluish-white light shone on the wriggling fungal carpet, creating patches of damp, eerie reflections that were chilling and sinister.

"Zeros guards the high ground, seals the ventilation openings at the top of the outpost, and prevents spores from escaping."

"Karen leads the assault team inside to clear the area!"

Once the order was given, the operation commenced immediately.

First, use several incendiary grenades to inflict ultra-high temperature explosions and burns.

Karen, carrying her melee particle blade, led thirty assault soldiers and charged into the outpost.

The outpost's interior space is narrow and layered, with multiple levels, crisscrossing pipelines, and winding corridors, completely obscuring any open view.

They must remain vigilant in such places at all times, otherwise they won't even know how they died.

Before we could go any further, the interior facilities and walkways were covered with a large area of ​​fungal carpet.

The ground was sticky and slippery underfoot, and each step squeezed out murky, putrid liquid that emitted a strong, fishy odor.

The mycelium will actively attach to living heat sources. Wherever the warriors' armor steps, the surrounding tiny mycelium will immediately wriggle and climb, frantically climbing towards the gaps in the armor.

They had to spend a lot of time killing the fungal mats with high temperatures!

After clearing a path, the team continued deeper upwards.

The higher they climbed, the more the Flood Demons, hidden in the corners of the corridors, the blind spots of the equipment, and the shadows, could no longer contain themselves and roared as they pounced on the Sanhri warriors.

Although they are outnumbered in a confined space, the small area still allows them to launch concentrated attacks.

But when the number of Red Demons increased, coupled with their immortality and regeneration, the warriors were forced into close-quarters combat.

The particle blades flashed with cold light, severing the mutated bodies time and again, spraying blackened bodily fluids onto the metal walls covered with fungal carpet.

Two Sanhri warriors were unable to dodge in time and their ankles were entangled in the creeping fungal carpet on the ground.

The wet, sticky mycelium instantly seeped into the gaps in the armor, covering the lower leg armor in the blink of an eye, and the isolation system immediately went off red.

The mycelium took root, penetrated, and parasitized the armor at an alarming rate, causing the internal temperature to spike abnormally.

"I've been infected!"

Brothers, I'm thinking of taking a step forward!

A soldier, uninfected and shouting, charged headlong into the flood, detonating his own bomb!

It was with this explosion that everyone gained the opportunity to eliminate and break through.

The flamethrower soldier, holding a flamethrower, seized the opportunity to step forward and pull the trigger. The massive flames quickly burned the surrounding flood demons to charcoal.

The flame in the flamethrower is not simply fuel, but a flammable mineral that the multi-elemental consortium found in a certain world.

The flames emitted by these diamonds are extremely hot; if they are sprayed at a warship for a long time, they can even melt through the warship's armor.

Fearing such high temperatures, the Flood Demons quickly hid and fled, swiftly leaving the area.

The group, who were able to catch their breath, only sat down for a short rest before having to continue their journey.

Only by destroying the anti-aircraft towers can their fleet land through this gap and bombard the area.

The Flood learns very quickly, and they have already devised several countermeasures against units like the Flamethrower Soldiers.

From that moment on, every step forward by everyone was accompanied by sacrifice.

But no matter how difficult it is, they must move forward and complete the mission.

Only in this way can their Star Alliance have a chance to re-enter the interstellar realm!

After several hours and nearly two-thirds of the soldiers had died, the team advanced layer by layer and finally reached the location of the vanguard's anti-aircraft gun emplacement.

The three giant plasma anti-aircraft guns originally stood upright, locking onto the sky.

At this moment, the outer wall of the cannon was completely covered by fungal carpet, the muzzle was blocked by clumps of black mycelium, and the internal mechanical structure had long been deeply eroded by spores.

They believed that if such shells hit a warship, they would inevitably infiltrate and infect the crew, causing an even greater disaster.

Even with the protection of the energy shield, the viruses that are blasted out are scattered all over the place, and the subsequent cleanup is still troublesome.

The turret's intelligent system, contaminated by the Flood Virus, had already become disordered.

Seeing that he couldn't control it, Varos had no choice but to use physical means to detonate it!

Several flamethrower soldiers had already been targeted and killed by the Flood Demon on their way up; explosives were their only means of combat.

There's not much to say. After a battle, the flood demons inside were cleared out.

The engineering assault team quickly moved forward and cut open the outer armor plate of the gun emplacement.

Inside the mechanical cavity, the scene was even more shocking, with densely packed Flood Demon mycelium entwined between the intricate circuit boards and energy conduits.

There were even clusters of live spores that lingered near the energy core, pulsating slightly with the flow of energy, forming a stable breeding ground for the virus.

The high-temperature cutter started up, and a blinding white light tore through the darkness.

With a sizzling burning sound, the mycelium was burned in large patches, the power lines of the turret were forcibly cut off, and blinding electric sparks burst out.

With several low explosions echoing through the outpost, the anti-aircraft guns were completely destroyed, reduced to a pile of useless scrap metal.

Their mission was accomplished, and the fleet positioned above them entered the area.

By pinpointing and detecting the infection points of the surface flood and mycelium, they launched a barrage of artillery fire!

Violent explosions swept across the land one after another, and the debris everywhere ravaged by the flood was overturned and crushed by the artillery fire.

The violent energy shockwave swept away the few remaining flood demons that had been lurking underground and managed to survive.

But this did not mean it was over. Following the principle of using high temperatures to kill the virus, the fleet dropped a large number of specially made high-temperature incendiary bombs.

The flame still originates from a combustion agent forged from a special flammable ore.

It ignites upon landing, unleashing pure white flames at thousands of degrees Celsius that blanket the entire battlefield.

This high-temperature flame, far exceeding that of conventional weapons, is the absolute nemesis of flood spores and hyphae. Any trace of fungal carpet remnants, residual spores, or mutated bodies that come into contact with it will be completely melted and burned to ashes.

The remaining mycelium, which had been wriggling slightly, was instantly charred. The tiny parasites, which had been hiding in the cracks of the rubble, had nowhere to hide and emitted a piercing screech in the flames before being completely annihilated.

The high temperatures continue to scorch the earth, repeatedly burning every inch of contaminated soil and metal debris to eliminate any possibility of viral resurgence.

After the burning ended, the raging flames slowly subsided, leaving only scorched earth in the wasteland.

At this point, the consortium began to deploy fully enclosed armored forces for a final, meticulous cleanup operation.

They carried microscopic detectors and scanned the area again and again.

Armed with a high-temperature flamethrower and a particle rifle, they meticulously eliminated the remaining mycelia, viruses, and any parasites that managed to survive.

There are thousands or even tens of thousands of similar battlefield areas on the halo.

There's no way around it; even though it's a small halo, its area is still no smaller than that of the Earth.

The environment is even more complex because there are facilities both above and below ground.

Every soldier sent out, even those from the Allied side, has begun to suffer casualties.

They are clearing out the flood, but the flood is also adapting.

This fierce tug-of-war continued until the various teams with different abilities located and destroyed the Brain Beast Mother.

Chapter 259 Space Slaughter

In the dimly lit and oppressive cabin, several translucent rectangular tanks stood neatly on metal supports.

The cabin was filled with clear liquid, and the figures of several fully armed soldiers with guns in their hands were submerged in the liquid, their outlines blurred and swaying in the dim light.

Inside the sealed chamber, only the low-frequency hum of the instruments could be heard. Without warning, the liquid inside the tank rippled violently, and the soldier, who had been sleeping soundly, suddenly regained consciousness.

The moment they realized they were submerged in water, they all panicked and struggled, causing solvent to enter their lungs and the feeling of suffocation gripped them instantly.

Fortunately, after a short while of kicking and swinging, the cubic tank shattered like glass.

The six people, mixed with liquid, crashed heavily onto the metal floor, retching uncontrollably as they choked on the water.

"Are you all alright?" Squad leader Stanley asked, turning his head to look at his squad members while lying on the ground.

Black Jax replied, "Perfectly steady!"

Stanley nodded slightly, then looked at his other young teammate, Jack, and asked, "What about you?"

"Cough cough cough... Damn! This is fucking bizarre!"

Well, if you can still shout like that, then everything's alright.

Without the captain asking, Reynolds, with his thick beard, slowly got up, complaining.

"I told you, this is absolute rotten shit!"

The squad members were originally attacking an abandoned laundry detergent factory in the Middle Eastern desert alongside the army.

However, their mission was to sneak around to the rear of the battlefield while the main battle was raging, and to rescue a nuclear engineer who had been taken hostage by terrorists.

The group had already stormed into the factory and were engaged in a fierce firefight with the terrorists who had discovered them.

Just then, the sky suddenly turned a deep crimson.

Immediately afterwards, another blue beam of light shot down from the sky.

Stanley's team had no idea whether the others were alright. What they needed to know right now was where they were.

In response to Reynolds's complaints, Stanley bluntly replied, "I just want to know who to kill."

Because someone has to pay with their life for this mess.

Then a white-bearded Max saw the black soldier thoughtfully touching the sticky substance on the ground.

He frowned and asked, "Jax, what's going on?"

The Black soldier rubbed the substance in his hand and said thoughtfully, "It's the residue of stagnant tree branches; it should dissolve soon."

"How did you know?" Jack asked, puzzled.

Jax looked at him, frowned, and shook his head. "I don't know, I just know."

The group exchanged glances, but quickly overlooked the problem.

Max looked around speechlessly, and cursed in a slightly exasperated tone, "Holy crap, what the hell is going on, buddy!"

What the hell is going on?! Damn it…!