Since his brilliant performance at Prok Sanctum, Occam has become a legend among many Alpha Lords. Although the Exonerator suffered heavy losses in the battle with the C'tan, more warriors soon heard the news and devoted themselves to his work. Under his command.
Everyone watched the legend coming, only Philo Rona did not pay attention, but looked at the members following the legend, and could hardly suppress his contempt and noticed the existence of Zago Ayala, this This guy was once a Son of the Emperor, and only the Emperor knew how he ended up joining an Alpha warband and becoming the right-hand man of the Raid Master.
There were three warriors following Occam, including Zago Ayala. Their power armors were all painted a dark emerald green, and the surface of the armor was shaped into scales. The cold ceramic armor was glowing with... The dim light caused the terrifying form to be dyed blue by the light emitted from the surrounding walls, and the visual sensors on the snake-shaped helmet were as bright red as flames. The shoulder armor was inlaid with bronze and gold rims, and in the center was the terrifying three-headed viper symbol. .
One of them should be a master forge, or dimensional blacksmith, but the specific name is unknown to Philo Rona. The third space marine looks like an apothecary, at least the surgical device on his hand can indicate this. .
When Philo Rona observed several people, the dimensional blacksmith also glanced at him.
After all, whoever he was, he was a wizard, and he emanated an underlying spiritual energy field that shone like a star to anyone with the ability to see it.
Occam then strode into the room, letting the door hiss shut behind him, and took off his helmet, allowing the Space Marines before him to see his face for the first time.
The raid commander had high eyebrows, an angular chin, a shaved scalp, and a pair of sharp eyes. He also had a deep scar on his face that stretched from his right jawline to his left temple.
But if you look closely at your eyes, you will find that they resemble green snake pupils.
However, it is these eyes that attract everyone's attention, as if providing a window into a soul that is also tortured by myth and confusion.
"Greetings, warriors of the Legion, each and every one of you."
Occam said seriously:
"When you came to the Eliminator, I said that I was honored by your arrival. Now time is running out. We are already approaching Comoros. The early reconnaissance of the Fourteenth Legion shows that they are about to have a major event in the near future. Operation, we must find out why they came before they complete their goal...I have to take a precaution. If necessary, we will probably fight the common enemy with the aliens."
Filo Rona finally raised his head and stared at the Assault Master with his eyes, and besides him, more than one Space Marine in the room shifted uncomfortably.
"There are actually two instructions given to us by our employer. One is to investigate clearly the operational goals of the Fourteenth Legion, and the other... is to prevent them from achieving their goals as much as possible."
Occam paused, the weight of his words slipping away as he looked around at the assembled faces of the Alphas.
These people are all warriors he carefully selected. He has never been a person who prioritizes quantity. The earliest delisters only had 6 warriors, and they could still achieve the goal.
He had always insisted that soldiers should be more valuable than more. It was only because of the previous lesson that he realized that too few people would also make tactics passive, so he recruited a large number of more than fifty soldiers.
These people are all elites in the Alpha Legion. Some are good at harassing large groups of enemies, some are good at causing chaos, and some are specialized in hunting aliens. Now they are all ready and waiting to perform tasks.
As Occam looked around the room, scanning the expressions of his Space Marines as they received their orders, he saw the hunched figure of Philo Rona sitting in the shadows in the far corner.
The wizard's hood hid his face, his plain black smock unmarked, but Occam immediately recalled all of the warrior's background.
As the Assault Commander looked at him, a bright light passed across Philo Rona's eyes, making them gleam like the eyes of a wild beast deep in the jungle.
[Hello, untrue person]
Philo Rona's thoughts passed quietly and gently into Occam's will.
【Is there any problem】
Occam nodded slightly, returning the greeting with some reserve in front of the others.
[You seem to have doubts, Snake Brain]
[I have no doubts, you are the lord, I obey your command]
The other Alphas swayed slightly, aware of the unnatural lengthening of Occam's pause.
They looked around, spotted Philo Rona, and then realized what was happening in the room.
After a moment, Occam sighed.
"I can't pursue Abaddon's thoughts, but he undoubtedly paid us generous rewards. All the equipment you have now, including this repaired ship, and a large number of servants, these are not for nothing... ....We had a tight deadline, so there was no room for hesitation or doubt.”
Occam anticipated the disgust on some of the warriors' faces.
[Allowing alien survivors is the same crime as aliens]
Filorona's will was mocking, but his tone lacked malice. He was quoting an Imperial decree from the days of the Great Crusade, a motto that is still inscribed in the center of the arch of the Terran Adeptus Hall.
Even if they deviate from the current Empire, the hatred of aliens is still engraved in the soul of every Space Marine.
"Things have not come to this point. I just elaborated on a possibility. If we can have a better way to destroy the plan of the Fourteenth Legion, then we do not need to cooperate with the aliens. We can even teach them a good lesson. Tell them what pain is and everything depends on how things turn out."
Occam paused again and looked around at the faces in front of him. Most of them believed his explanation, but he knew that he had not convinced them all, but to convince an Alpha of anything, it takes more than just A few inspiring words.
These people have inherent suspicion and suspicion. They come from different war gangs, have experienced different tests and betrayals, and have their own fighting methods.
He knew that he could not necessarily make them trust him, but he also knew that he could trust their sense of mission and responsibility. There is no higher belief for an Alpha than this.
"We will enter the outskirts of Comoros in an hour."
After Occam said simply, he turned around and strode out of the door, leaving the warriors alone to think and communicate with each other.
After leaving everyone, the Truthless One came to his room. Although deception was commonplace for him, he told the truth as much as possible to the warriors who trusted him.
But this matter——
This was the only thing he couldn't tell anyone.
Accepting Abaddon's employment and coming to Comoros, everything contained his own personal purpose.
Opening the secret compartment in the wall, he took out a heavy metal box, and Occam slowly opened it——
A black cube is lying quietly in the box.
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