The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The Eldar came and went quickly, and soon there were only corpses left in the fortress, proving that they had come, and the passage to the Comoros was also closed, but this would not last long.

Typhons waited for the main fleet, but he didn't seem very happy, just counting the casualties, and Nucreon Rotis was called to the flagship.

"...we fought them off, at a price, the Harlequins are a force to be reckoned with... The Primarch, I must be honest, if the Eldar are united, they're going to be broken. The lair is quite difficult."

Nucreon Rotis knelt on the ground, reported the battle during this period of time to the huge shadow on the throne, and expressed his opinion.

Then, he raised his head, only to find that the dark eyes under the worn hood did not look at him, but looked at the porthole on the side, as if looking out through the glass, and the fingers that were close to the armrest of the throne were gently He tapped, as if thinking about something.

Suddenly, the demon primarch sighed softly.

"I've been resigned to my fate... I look at this, I look at that, but most of the time I'm staring into the abyss and that's the choice I made, ditch the boring little games and put those old world and old The war is left to mortals to go into the truly great game instead."

Then, he turned back, his eyes focused briefly, and it seemed that he finally saw New Crane for the first time.

"But a game is a game after all, and we are still pawns on the game board, so you have asked me many times what the plan is, so I will tell you now, there is no plan, the loving father will arrange it, we will do There is no decision, it wants us to enter the Comoros, then we will definitely enter, and there is only one possibility of failure... The loving father has lost the game of the gods, but this is not what we can do It's decided, we can't do anything, we can't do it."

Nucreon, never realized how empty the heart is without the Lord of Death.

Then he lowered his head.

"Prime, no matter what happens—"

Despite all the corruption and infighting, Nucreon remained a Space Marine, and deep within his chaotic heart he still possessed a gene-seed that bound him tightly to the will of the Primarch.

Mortarion rose from the throne, the movement of the joints shedding the dead skin like the remains of the tomb.

He came down, stretched out a long, thick arm, and lifted the soldier up.

The movement is surprisingly deft, almost gentle.

"I know, by my side, fighting together, the same as before."

He was still smiling, and jokingly poked the helmeted Nurgling on his shoulder with his finger, causing a grunt of dissatisfaction.

"But I still hope that you can continue to cooperate with Typhon. Although... he may be a little proud, but your calmness can make up for the shortcomings of his character."

Newcryan wasn't happy with the result, but he would accept it.

"I understand that I will continue to assist him."

As he said that, Nukrain suddenly patted his head.

"Ah, there's something I almost forgot."

"what?"

"We extracted some records of the Eldar before and saw a message after translation. It seems that several thousand sons have entered the Comoros recently."

"Well?"

Mortarion let out a surprised sound, then turned and took two steps back and forth, and suddenly laughed again.

"It seems that this game of the gods will be very exciting."

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"It is now clear that the goal of the 14th Corps is the last daughter of Yin Sha, which seems to be of little value, but our employers hope that we can sabotage their attempts, so the most direct way is to take or kill Yin. Sarah's daughter."

After spending a day in Comoros and obtaining a lot of accurate information from Uswi's undercover agent, the leader of the Alpha War Gang, "No Truth" Occam spoke his judgment.

"Yin Sha's daughter is currently under the control of the poisonous tongue conspiracy. It is difficult to get close, but the gladiatorial meeting that will start soon is an opportunity. The situation with complicated personnel is conducive to our deployment."

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Usama Patton who was beside him.

"We need to go to the Kane Blood Slaughter Field where a gladiator fight is held in advance. While figuring out the terrain and stepping on it, we also need to make additional deployments. Have you arranged it?"

"Already arranged, but..."

Usama Parton hesitated for a moment, but finally told the truth.

"However, the route must be modified. The original route can't work, and the roads are under martial law. Now the only possible route is to pass through Wushu City, then enter the Dark City, and go all the way up. There is a private secret road that can enter the center. city."

Occam thought for a moment, then got to the point.

"But you say this route is only possible."

"Yes... the city of darkness is very chaotic, and it is difficult for me to guarantee that the journey will be smooth."

Occam glanced at the time and confirmed it again with the other party.

"After thirty-six standard Comorian hours, the gladiatorial fight officially begins."

"Yes."

"How long will this route take?"

"If it goes well...about ten hours~www.wuxiaspot.com~ it will be twenty hours, and we need to spend at least three hours to deploy...just barely enough."

Occam turned to look at the Alphas in the dark.

"Then let's go now."

Usama Patton prepared for them an anti-gravity box truck commonly used in Comorian freight. This truck is huge and sturdy, and has a certain amount of armed, more importantly, it also has a small conspiracy. The regiment's emblem - which Osama Parton got secretly from the junkyard.

Although it is not as convenient as a gunboat, it is relatively not so conspicuous, at least in Wushu City, this kind of car is very common.

After Occam entered the cockpit, other Alphas also climbed into the cabin, and the two demented slaves bought by Osama were driving - somewhat similar to human servants, but made of Eldar, Usually used for the meanest jobs.

As the cabin door closed, the antigravity engine kicked in, the cargo bay moved, and the Alphas in the dark didn't say a word in the process.

After an unknown time, a deep voice said to Occam:

"We can't fully trust these aliens."

Occam didn't take off his helmet, whose goggles gleamed dimly in the dark compartment of the armored van.

"Everything is just a tool as long as the goal can be achieved."

The raid commander replied in a neutral tone, but the other party obviously did not fully accept it.

"Is our goal really just the so-called Yin Sha's daughter?"

"You'll understand everything when we start moving."

At a certain moment, Occam felt a burst of unhappiness from the other party, but after being silent, the unhappiness turned to obedience.