The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"I will set you free, Occam, your past thoughts have deceived you."

"What you believe in is not liberators at all, but oppressors."

"They turned you into a cripple, both mentally and physically. Since they turned you into what you are, can you feel any other desire than obedience?"

"Everything is for slavery! You should be your own master!"

boom-

A sound of metal shattering and a slight shaking shook Occam from his disturbing thoughts, and he turned to open the viewing window, and vaguely saw a white, tattered-looking truck parked in front of the cargo hold. Gravity trolley.

"Tsk!"

With an annoyed voice, the door of the car opened, and a tall, weirdly red-haired human wearing a funny pirate trench coat, a full-faced man and a black eyepatch stepped out of the vehicle, beside him. There is a skinny sidekick.

Only then did Occam realize that perhaps because the driver was too tired, he accidentally rear-ended a white garbage truck.

He felt a little unlucky, to be honest, this place is very desolate, and there is no one in the surrounding ruins, so it is still possible to rear-end.

"Hey! Asshole! How do you drive! You can hit me in such a wide place!"

The one-eyed pirate came to the front of the cockpit of the cargo hold and patted the door of the cockpit hard.

"Show me your driver's license, bastard!"

Seeing that there was no response from the other party, Rozim's voice became stronger, but it did not shake the sluggish pilot.

This time, he was even more annoyed. He didn't even receive the award. He ran to Wushu City to avoid the pursuit of the Harester, and stole a car with Karen's technology. He did not expect to be rear-ended as soon as he drove out. It became flat, and the car became like a pig.

"Boss, why do I look at the guy a bit like a machine servant?"

With Yin Siwen's kind reminder, Rozim noticed that something was wrong with the driver.

"Machine servant? Can't just let him drive such a big car alone?"

With that said, his eyes turned to the carriage.

"The dog must be hiding here!"

At this time, the door of the car opened again, and Ratasyn, Karen and a few Tau in capes also got out of the car.

As for the car that could only take four people, only they knew how to put so many people in it.

"Hey Hey hey!"

Rozim turned to the back of the carriage and slammed the thick iron door with a dull sound.

"Get out of here, bastard! Otherwise, I'll break the door forcibly!"

But suddenly, Ratashin pressed his shoulders.

"Stop filming, there's no one inside, let's go."

"Ah? This—hs!"

But Ratasin suddenly squeezed so hard that Rozim's shoulder hurt a little.

"What are you doing?"

"Go, don't ask."

Although he was still confused, Ratashin's attitude was obviously different from before. Rozim realized there was something wrong, so he gave in and nodded.

"Let's go, don't bother to care about these bastards."

Hearing the noise outside gradually fade away, Occam put down the gun in his hand slightly, and the Alphas around him had already pulled their fingers on the trigger, ready to fire at any time.

He opened the observation window and was slightly relieved when he saw the funny guys go away.

For some reason, when the other party knocked on the door, his heart was unexpectedly a little nervous.

But this is very strange in itself, it is obviously just a few trash fish, why is he nervous?

Occam can't tell, but at least it's a good thing that the other party is far away.

Occam then ordered another slave in the cabin to replace the one who was driving, and then the van ran over the scrapped car and continued on the road.

After that, the voice in his head began to gnaw at Occam's will again, but he put it out of his mind, even though every word it said took root in his soul.

It all stemmed from the fact that he was carrying that cube with him, which in itself was very risky, but he really didn't feel comfortable throwing it on the boat.

Not long after the van drove away, Rozim and the others emerged from the shadows again.

"Ratasin, what's your idea?"

Facing Rozim's question, Ratasin replied with a smile:

"Aren't you looking for Soshyan? Maybe you can do it with those people."

"Those people...are they not the Dark Eldar?"

Ratashin didn't answer, just looked in the direction the car was going away, and then an inexplicable word came out.

"Meeting again, ignorant."

Occam, who was continuing to fight that voice in the cabin, suddenly heard another metallic voice coming from all over his skull at the same time, quickly overwhelming "it".

"In retrospect, this thing is not your master, this creature roams the galaxy, feeds on the stars, and leaves the sky with deep darkness, as you need to breathe air, and he lives by deception... ...aloof, timeless, vampire greedy, a doomsday specter reflected in the Shattered Realm."

Occam was taken aback.

"Omizal Walker!"

He remembered very clearly that he shattered the head of this alien technologist with a bolt gun, why his voice still came.

The scene of that day immediately reappeared in front of me—

Beneath the black pyramid, a Necromancer technologist is confronting a god.

"Omizal Walker, I know the name."

"I know yours, too, Star God, Mayfair... the deceiver."

"I thought your poor race had been wiped out of this planet."

"Not really, UU reading www.uukanshu.com I have returned, fraudster, I will ensure the continuation of my dynasty, avenge the inorganic alloys of my compatriots, reverse the mistakes that have been made, and crush this realm of lies to smithereens."

"Of course, Omizal Walker, but you think you can imprison a god? I'm the deceiver's doppelganger, and you don't think I'll be free? There won't be consequences for what you do? I'm not going to be a galaxy Weapons in the hands of the inferior race, Technician, how do you feel when your weapons are aimed at your people? They may have died at my hands, but you were the one who put me back into the galaxy, Omizar. Walker, don't forget that, never forget it."

"I appeal to all mortals on this planet."

Omizal Walker turned and raised his hands and said:

"All living, breathing life, whether your flesh is pure or corrupt, this abomination will end us all, and the seeds of catastrophe he sowed by manipulating the renegade legion are only the beginning, with the intent of taking advantage of our race Technology outside the galactic core cuts you off from the warp realm, and if the sea of ​​souls dries up, it can no longer allow your starships to sail or deliver messages to distant worlds from which your talents can no longer be drawn. Power, the polluted can no longer connect with those unclean beings! Yes, the vortex of storms that those beings call home will be swallowed by silence, and the deceiver will devour the soul of your race as he did mine As he did! Until then, destroy him!"

After that, it was a chaotic nightmare, and Occam lost all his former comrades.

"Impossible...it's clearly dead...clearly dead."

Although the voice in his head disappeared, Occam was not happy at all. This trip to Comoros made him suddenly have a very bad premonition.