The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Quick, run!"

The leader in the patchwork cabal samurai armor was all about running for his life, but just a few steps away, one of the bodyguards beside him had a broken leg and fell to his knees, and the other was shot in the throat , separated from each other.

Realizing that the opponent was targeting him, the leader immediately wanted to hide in an abandoned building, trying to escape the pursuers with the help of the complicated internal structure.

Behind him, Occam chased after him like a shadow, and suddenly a grenade was dropped from the window above, but Philo Rhone, who was covering Occam, scorched the attacker with lightning, and then He waved his arm fiercely, grabbed the grenade from the air, and threw it back.

The grenade exploded as it returned to the startled thrower, and the gang leader staggered under the shockwave's onslaught, brandishing his machete in an attempt to keep his balance.

what are these?

The shocked dark Eldar noticed those shadows. Although the appearance was round and deep indigo color, the exposed part did not look like unpolished machinery, but more like metal cladding...

Or rather, like the scales of a snake.

The Dark Eldar was stunned, and when he stared at the approaching shadow, the other party seemed to be staring at him as well.

With empty black eyes, the Eldar were immobilized in fear when the Predator loosened its shape and walked towards him...

As Occam approached the target, the color of his stomach began to darken and fade, like the color-changing reptiles of the dead world, the armor lost the cover of night, and the scaly pottery steel and the hateful emerald green gradually appeared. The crackling transformation made the Dark Eldar dizzy.

"Ape....Ape!?"

He ushered in the truth, these people are not the conspiracy he thought, they are human beings, the deadliest warriors of human beings.

The leader was wearing a snake-like helmet. Although he couldn't see his expression, his eyepieces burned with wisdom and a darkness as sharp as a blade, making it difficult for the eyes of the Dark Eldar to look directly.

"For... the Emperor."

As swift as a striking serpent, Occam raised his scoped bolter, the extended barrel pointed at the Dark Eldar's chest.

The impact of the bomb was not as intense as the Eldar had thought. The bomb passed through his breastplate as lightly as a breeze, and he felt it, hot and painful.

Then he fell, the pain engulfing his body, causing him to cough up blood, thick and warm.

Even more frightening, he felt the tearing of his soul, as if something was sucking—

"Do not--"

In the end, he fell into the darkness of despair.

"Status report."

Addressing the enemy commander, the communicator in Occam's helmet hissed.

"The enemy has been eliminated, and the count is 93 people. The situation is under control, and there are no casualties."

"Received, destroyed the body, and everyone returned to the car."

Soon, the Alphas were finished and continued on their journey.

Perhaps it was the Emperor's blessing, and for the next few hours they were in no trouble.

Of course, with the exception of Occam, in fact, as soon as he entered Comoros, he encountered a minor trouble——

"You never talked to me before, did you?"

Sitting in the darkened cabin, with the dark and obscure chill, the hunger that had been carved out of the void deep in his soul was staring back at him.

When he opened his mouth to speak, the voice spit out a name.

"Occam..."

It's pitch is oddly like a broken piano, yet incredibly clear.

"I gave you the direction and the meaning of your life."

The pitch-black voice then overwhelmed all thoughts, and it slipped into Occam's mind like a humbling secret, and the tone was smoother, with a gloomy authority in it that made it difficult to to question it.

"You lost yourself, Occam, and I helped you find yourself."

"I don't need any help from you, fraudster, I'll go my own way."

"Then why did you come to the Comoros?"

"It's my own will."

As the Occam men fought, the van jolted down the dark street, its headlights sticking out a disturbing corridor in the gloom.

Alpha stayed in his position silently, flattened the rifle and weapon to the sides, and released the insurance.

"Fairy Wood"

After the attack just now, although the block here was abandoned, and those slave-like citizens probably fled here, but no one would let their guard down.

But they didn't know what their leader was going through, only Philo Rhona seemed to sense something, but didn't say it.

"Your will? What is your will?"

"We are Alpha, the beginning of the end and the new, though dormant in the dead heart of an empire, this heart wants to beat again, when everyone sits and watches it burn on the fire of annihilation, or turn to withered stalks We are the only ones in action, if we can unite as a Legion, we can save it, and through us, it can come back to life again and enter a second golden age."

"Really? Didn't you realize that the actions you've been doing all the time are drifting away from your previous goals? Maybe you never realized that there was a force controlling you. In the past, you thought you were ruling the lord, but now?"

Occam didn't know how to answer. Fate used the contradictory clues to weave him into this mess~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He couldn't help recalling the scene when he joined the disaster of angels. Most of the sons of Hydra are veritable butchers, pirates, lunatics and warp-contaminated monsters, and ancient lies have been twisted into cruel truths.

Of all the warbands, only Occam fought for the Emperor he loved with an incomprehensible, almost harsh fervor.

The clergy of the state religion may consider themselves pious enough, and steadfastly spread his faith as emissaries of the Inquisition, but none has the golden will to embrace the traitor's name and do the Emperor's business among the enemies. , no one has the courage to be a weight in the balance, no one has the guts to fan the flames of heresy atrocities, in order to hone the fragile resolve of the Empire.

While all the Alpha Lords were fighting for power, dominion, and armies, only Occam believed that he could one day make a greater contribution to the Emperor's cause.

But after so many years, he still seems to have accomplished nothing.

The chaos of the galaxy is blind to the eyes of the blind, so that it is impossible to understand the truth behind it. Occam has always been used to reading the real secrets hidden in the appearance, and guiding the direction of events with intuition, but now he finds that his method fails, As if he really didn't know why he was coming to the Comoros.

He was never willing to admit that he was influenced by "it", but now it seems—

"I led you to your true destiny..."

The voice agreed,

"...because you lost your way."

Even if Occam decided to ignore it, the voice did not soften in the slightest. It persuaded this and threatened that, but most of the time it was killing his will.

And the will is the most indispensable thing for an alpha.