[You don’t know what kind of destruction and disaster you have brought]
When Solitaire finished speaking, a bloodcurdling scream pierced the icy air, a single, trembling tone like a tortured soul.
The sound wave got higher and higher, until the painful chorus came out of the one-horned mask for a moment. Painful memories and painful thoughts immediately filled everyone's minds. Philo Rona immediately let go The opponent holds up a soul shield.
At this moment, a slight throbbing suddenly rippled in the hearts of all psychics.
The unicorn in mid-air seemed to have been attacked by something, and suddenly fell down. Then he said something to the clown who lifted him up.
"Becoming an Immortal in One Step"
For Occam, this is the most dangerous time, and everyone seems to be in some kind of trance.
A few minutes later, the imaginary attack did not come. On the contrary, when all the Alpha warriors struggled out of the pain, they found that the enemy had disappeared. They even took away the bodies of the dead. It only took a few seconds.
"The enemy has left."
In the cold shadows, a faint starlight burned in the wizard's eyes as Philo Rona knelt softly at the shoulders of his fallen battle brother.
He seemed to be checking for signs of life in his companions, placing his palms on the battered Space Marine's face, as if trying to feel the power of life emanating from his lost mind.
After a while, the kneeling think tank paused, as if he noticed a voice at the edge of his hearing.
Slowly, he turned his head under the heavy hood with deep folds and looked at the commander of the assault with twinkling eyes full of patient thinking.
[The clown already knows we are coming]
Before he could turn around, the consciousness had left his mind and poured inexorably into the warrior who awaited his attention.
Occam showed no sign of surprise, his helmet and thick visor belying the faintest hint of human emotion, and simply nodded silently to the wizard.
【I saw this】
[They don’t welcome us]
[I didn’t expect them to welcome us either]
[Then it will be difficult for us to enter Comoros again]
【I have other ways】
[Can you avoid the other party’s surveillance?]
【Maybe】
[Then what is the enemy it mentioned just now]
Filo Rona was still bent over the fallen Alpha warrior, placing a hand carefully on his bleeding face. Most of Harlequin's weapons were poisonous. This warrior's blood vessels had been filled with alien venom, even though the interstellar Soldiers have extremely high resistance to poison, but they are not immune to all poisons.
What the wizard can do is to use his spiritual energy to repair the tissue destroyed by the poison as much as possible. After all, the subspace has the power to reshape flesh and blood, although the contact with the power of chaos may not be as friendly as most people imagine.
"The matter is unimportant, for the Emperor's will does not wait for His servants."
Hearing Ockham's words, Philo Rona turned slowly away from his fallen brother and turned his face shrouded in shadow.
For a moment, his eyes flashed with primitive scarlet fire, which was suspicion and torture.
But he remembered his duty again, and realized that Occam would never remind him that the other party was not a leader who would always tolerate doubts.
"This brother can still be treated. I have temporarily controlled the toxins in his body."
After giving up questioning, Filo Rona pointed to the injured Alpha lying on the ground behind him.
"very good."
Occam nodded curtly.
"The pharmacist will cure him and hopefully he can recover before the operation is launched. We have already lost six soldiers, which has had a slight impact on the operation."
Philo Rona nodded and stepped aside, while the scarlet flames in his eyes gradually turned into unfathomable darkness.
[We will take revenge, right, Raid Commander]
【Yes, definitely yes】
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In the central city of Comoros, in a huge fortress called the Forest of Cruelty, the grand hall open only to VIPs was echoing with piercing laughter and frightened screams. Soshyan and three people stood at the top of the stairs leading to the hall. In the middle, he watches from a commanding position as the Bloody Forest Cabal warriors taunt their slaves - mostly humans, with a few other races.
Some of these slaves fought among themselves to please their captors, and were chained together, armed only with blunt knives to prolong the fight.
Other slaves received special attention from a monster, a Haemon, who was busy inserting metal shards into his acid-corroded skin at a blood-stained table in the center of the hall, assisted by several remains. down, and use the hook to pull apart every inch of the victim's skin.
The youngest members of the conspiracy simply beat and whipped their living possessions, using various tools to create a chorus of wails and wails.
At the end of the stairs, a group of nightmares stood motionless, ensuring that no intruders could enter the hall at the top of the stairs.
The interior of the entire fortress is very different from the layout of human buildings. Its sense of space is very confusing. A large number of stairs connect up and down and even left and right, and the stairs are also connected to each other. At the same time, it is difficult to judge the actual height from top to bottom. Even things that happen far away seem to be close at hand.
If a stranger breaks in, I'm afraid he will be lost immediately.
But Soshyan and his party had a guide, so they seemed to have an easy time traveling through various areas of the fortress.
As the three entered, they saw the Archon of Alcantara watching the proceedings from a throne made of bone and black marble, while his favorite courtiers sat on the steps leading to his dais.
The Archon was not wearing armor today, but was wearing a dark blue robe with ornaments and jewelry made of the same material as the throne.
The ones closest to him were his two daughters, one of whom was wearing a black dress and had waist-length hair similar to Veronica's. She was staring at the cruel scene with a pretentious smile, looking quite peaceful, while the other A high braid was tied up on the top of her head, and her thin lips were dyed black against the pale skin. She was laughing happily, and her eyes were surrounded by black eye shadow.
Only then did Soshiyan notice that Alcantara's two daughters seemed to be twins. They looked almost the same despite their different makeup.
Then he suddenly recalled in his mind that Veronica once introduced him to some customs of the Ark Spirit Tribe.
One of them is that the spiritual connection between Eldar twins is different from other Eldar. They can feel each other's distance, emotions and even thoughts. If one twin dies, the surviving other will fall into eternal sorrow.
When this split occurs, the survivors will sacrifice the rest of their lives to pilot the Ghost Rider, a powerful Eldar war machine. The souls of the dead will be transferred into the Ghost Knight's Soul Stone, and the living will be in the cockpit. Falling into a near-permanent trance.
Veronica and Soshiyan revealed that some of the top leaders of the Arkworld would deliberately create such a tragedy in order to ensure that the tribe has sufficient armed strength. Therefore, no Eldar mother wants to give birth to twins.
When you think about it, it might be understandable that their mother would rather send them to the Comoros than stay with her.
