The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"We didn't seem to have been here last time."

Philo Rhona answered, and Occam nodded meaningfully.

"There is no mistake in the path, so there is only one possibility... Someone changed the original passage."

Occam looked around at the rows of stone seats, and the ruins stretched out for more than ten miles in all directions. Why is this ring-shaped theater so prominent in the depression?

"Assault Commander."

The dimensional blacksmith said behind Occam:

"The aliens must know that we have set foot here, and the matter has come to this point, they will certainly not give up."

Occam turned from the edge of the platform and looked at the docked gunboats in the distance. The Alphas were cautiously sneaking through the rubble, carrying bolt rifles, carefully examining all potential threats.

"Philo Ronana, the gunboat may be our only escape route, can you make it temporarily invisible?"

Philo Rhona's face was sinking like water, nodded in agreement, then came to the gunboat, took out the ritual knife, and then cut open the wrist of an Eldar slave, and drew an obscure coat of arms in the air.

Soon, the invisible force stripped away every trace of darkness in the ruins and corridors, and the overwhelming shadows swarmed from all directions, entangling the gunboat.

When the revelry of the shadows gradually reached its peak, it turned into nothingness with the shape of the gunboat in an instant.

When the think tank put the dagger back on his waist, Occam nodded.

"So she can safely wait until we get back."

As he said that, he waved the power sword in his hand and pointed to the Alphas who were excluding danger in the ruins:

"Go in stealth."

After speaking, he trotted down the mottled stone steps with almost no sound, and drew his pistol while staring at the shadows around him.

The high black sun casts a dark halo on all things in Comoros, the dense shadows seem to have transformed the entity, and pools of black tar covered with thorns hide among the pale bricks, glancing viciously. People striding forward.

Just after they walked out a few hundred meters, a crisp explosion broke the silence around them, echoing in the surrounding ruins.

"Enemy attack!"

Occam quickly hid in the bunker, scanned the rows of stone pillars attentively, listened to the echoes in the air, and instantly recognized the weapon that had just been fired: it was not the bolt rifle held in the hands of the Alphas - only the heavy Bombs make that kind of sound.

No one in his squad carried heavy bombs.

No one in the Comoros should use this kind of weapon—

"Casualty report, has anyone been shot?"

"No."

"Report the situation."

Alpha, who was hidden in the ruins, reported the situation to Occam one after another.

"I'm in the ruins fifty meters away from you at six o'clock, so I'm well concealed."

"I am in the ruins fifty meters away from you at three o'clock, and I am well concealed."

"I'm standing behind that huge statue twenty meters from you at twelve o'clock."

........

"Did anyone see where the shooting was?"

As soon as Occam finished speaking, a unique tone caught his attention.

Somewhere in the distance, a low and harsh chant came from somewhere near the stage, and the dark light quickly faded away. Shadows quickly climbed up the rows of stone chairs, and darkness shrouded in all directions.

The ruins grew dark, the chants became more fervent, and more noises swept into the chaos—the crunch of crushed stone bricks from heavy armored iron boots, the twisting of metal from slamming doors. A final blast of bolters joined the chorus, bringing the frenetic chant to a climax.

"Assault Commander, I detected movement..."

Shock replaced the doubts contained in the words, and the Alpha warrior shouted:

"The Emperor is up!"

In the next second, the flying orange fireworks cut through the darkness, and the Alpha team stood up and raised their guns in a row.

Occam rolled out of the bunker on the spot, and saw the Alphas' fiercely shooting opponent, and was also taken aback by the identity of the opponent - is this some kind of bad joke?

The enemy is not the tall, thin and agile cunning spirit clan he expected. The enemy is tall and stocky, wearing a full-body power armor covered with snake scales, with a battle helmet like the breath of a poisonous snake on his face, and the bolt gun in his hand is open to life. A huge mouth full of fangs.

The other party is also Alpha! ?

Then, another tall black figure occupied Occam's line of sight. From his outline, it could be seen that the other party was wearing a set of gorgeous power armor. The port of the backpack was made into a pair of poisonous snakes, separated by a long Helmet with fangs looked at himself.

He ignored the hail of bullets around him and walked towards Occam. Half of his figure was obscured by shadows. The color of the other party's armor was so dark that Occam felt lost in it. Only a gorgeous scale cloak shone behind him. flutter.

Occam recognized who the other party was, and an unbelievable voice squeezed out of his throat.

"Lord Reign....No! Fraudster!"

"Occam the Betrayer."

The ruling lord responded to him, his voice was like a sharp blade, carrying the wisdom of the years.

"You have come all the way, just want to play a game with me...you will regret it~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Then, the other party raised his hand.

"Kill all the invaders!"

The ruling lord shouted filial piety to his legionnaires, and the countless alpha warriors had already spread among the ruins at some point, staring coldly at Occam.

"Lie down!"

Occam roared, pushing the quivering Philo Rhona behind a statue before a volley of Alpha Legion bombs hit him.

The dimensional blacksmith immediately turned around and shot several groups of plasma at the attacking Legionnaires, turning one of them into a pool of molten slag, while also igniting the second.

"You liar! You bastard!"

Using the alien building as a cover, Angry Occam fired a burst of superheated plasma at the body dressed in exquisite armor, while the soldiers of the Alpha Legion also sent criss-crossing explosive firepower to the area where the Eliminator Squad was located. Rip apart the buildings around them.

"Impossible! Impossible! It's obviously dead!"

The re-emergence of the ruling lord made Occam nervous and at a loss for a while, but the enemy's attack did not stop.

An Alpha Legionnaire who was charging in front of him was shot several times and staggered to one knee. Although the armor was full of holes and blood spurted out from the fistula on his back along with bullets and fragments, he still did not relax. Fingers that squeeze the trigger.

In the end, a blaster with a helmet tossed his head off, bringing an end to his blasphemous life. The mutilated corpse of the Alpha Warrior lost its center of gravity and fell backwards. The blaster in his hand fired the last few shots at the sky. , smashed into the broken floor tiles under his feet.

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