"Run, run!"
The leader, who was wearing patchwork samurai armor of the Cabal, was only thinking about escaping, but just after taking a few steps, one of the bodyguards beside him had a leg smashed and fell to his knees, while the other one received a bullet in the throat. , the body and head are separated.
Realizing that the other party was targeting him, the leader immediately wanted to hide in an abandoned building, trying to get rid of the pursuers with the help of the complex internal structure.
Behind him, Occam was chasing after him like a shadow. Suddenly a grenade was thrown from the window above, but Philo Rona, who was covering Occam, used lightning to roast the attacker into charcoal, and then He suddenly waved his arm, grabbed the grenade from the air, and then threw it back.
The grenade exploded as it returned to the stunned thrower, and the gang leader staggered under the shockwave, swinging his machete in an attempt to keep his balance.
what are these?
The shocked Dark Eldar noticed those shadows. Although they were round in appearance and dark indigo, the exposed parts did not look like unpolished machinery, but more like metal cladding...
In other words, it's like the scales of a snake.
The Dark Eldar was stunned. When he stared at the approaching shadow, the other party seemed to be staring at him too.
With empty black eyes, when the predator loosened its figure and walked towards him, the Eldar was unable to move due to fear...
As Occam approached his target, the color of his armor began to darken and fade, like a reptile changing color on a dead world. The armor lost the cover of night, and the scaly ceramite and hateful emerald green gradually emerged. The crackling transformation before their eyes made the Dark Eldar dizzy.
"Ape... ape!?"
He ushered in the truth. These people were not the conspiracy he thought. They were human beings, the deadliest warriors of mankind.
The leader wore a snake-like helmet on his face. Although his expression could not be seen, the eyepieces burned with wisdom and darkness as sharp as a blade, making it difficult for the Dark Eldar to look directly.
"For...the Emperor."
As quick as a striking snake, Occam raised his scoped bolt pistol, pointing the lengthened barrel at the Dark Eldar's chest.
The impact of the bomb was not as intense as the Eldar thought. The bomb passed through his chest armor as lightly as a breeze. He felt it, hot and painful.
Then he collapsed, pain rushing through his body and causing him to cough up blood, thick and warm.
What was even more frightening was that he felt his soul being torn apart, as if something was sucking--
"No--"
Eventually, he fell into the darkness of despair.
"Status report."
After taking out the enemy commander, the communicator in Occam's helmet hissed.
"The enemy has been eliminated. The total number is 93. The situation is under control and there are no casualties."
"Received, destroy the body, everyone return to the vehicle."
Soon, the Alphas finished their work and continued their journey.
Perhaps due to the Emperor's blessing, they encountered no trouble in the next few hours.
Of course, except for Occam, he actually encountered a minor trouble as soon as he entered Comoros——
"You've never talked to me before, right?"
Sitting in the dark cabin, accompanied by the dark and obscure chill, the hunger that dug into the void deep in his soul was staring back at him.
As it spoke, the voice spoke a name.
"Occam..."
Its tone is as weird as a broken piano, yet extremely clear.
"I gave you direction, the meaning of life."
That dark voice then overwhelmed all thoughts. It slipped into Occam's thoughts like a shameful secret, and its tone became smoother. The words contained gloomy authority, which made it difficult to understand. 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 Comoros?"
"This is my own will."
As Occam battled, the truck bumped along the dark streets, its headlights probing a disturbing path through the gloom.
Alpha remained silent in his position, leveling the rifle and weapon to both sides, and disengaging the safety.
After the attack just now, although the neighborhood here was abandoned and the slave-like citizens probably fled here, no one would let down their guard.
But they didn't know what their leader was going through. Only Philo Rona seemed to sense something but didn't say it.
"Your will? What is your will?"
“We are Alpha, the end and the beginning of new life, dormant in the dead heart of an empire, but this heart wants to beat again, when everyone sits and watches it burn on the fire of annihilation, or turn into a withered stem. When it is dead, we are the only ones still in action. If we can unite as a legion, we can save it, and through us, it can be reborn and enter the second golden age."
"Really? Haven't you noticed that your actions have been getting further and further away from your previous goals? Maybe you have never realized what power is influencing you. In the past, you thought it was the controlling lord, but what about now?"
Occam didn't know how to answer. Fate had used contradictory clues to weave him into this mess.
He couldn't help but recall the scene when he joined the Angel Scourge. At that time, most of the Sons of Hydra were real butchers, pirates, madmen and monsters contaminated by the warp. Ancient lies were also twisted into cruel truths. .
Of all the warbands, only Occam fought for his beloved Emperor with an incomprehensible, almost harsh passion.
The clerics of the Ecclesiarchy may consider themselves pious enough and serve as emissaries of the Inquisition unswervingly in spreading his faith, but none have the adamantine willpower to embrace the name of traitor and do the works of the Emperor among his enemies. , no one has the courage to be a weight in the scale, no one has the courage to fan the flames of heretical atrocities, in order to temper the fragile determination of the empire.
While all the Alpha Lords fought for power, territory, and armies, only Occam believed that one day he could make a greater contribution to the Emperor's cause.
But after all these years, he still seems to have accomplished nothing.
The chaos in the galaxy is so blind that it is impossible to find out the truth behind it. Occam has always been used to reading the real secrets hidden in the surface and guiding the direction of events with intuition, but now he finds that his method has failed. It seems that he really has no idea why he came to Comoros.
He never wanted to admit that he was affected by "it", but now it seems——
"It was I who led you to your true destiny..."
The voice agreed,
"…because you're lost."
Even if Occam decided to ignore it, the voice did not ease at all. It sometimes persuaded this and sometimes threatened that, but most of the time it was wearing away his will.
And will is the most indispensable thing for an Alpha.
