"It seems we didn't pass here last time."
Philo Ronana gave the answer, and Occam nodded meaningfully.
"There is nothing wrong with the path, so there is only one possibility... someone changed the original passage."
Ockham looked around at the rows of stone seats. The ruins stretched for more than ten miles in all directions. Why was this amphitheater so prominent among the depression?
"Commander of Assault."
The dimensional blacksmith spoke from behind Occam:
"The aliens must know that we have set foot here. Now that things have come to this, they will definitely not let it go."
Occam turned around from the edge of the platform and looked at the docked gunships in the distance. The Alphas were cautiously sneaking among the ruins, holding bolt rifles and carefully checking for all potential threats.
"Filo Ronana, the gunboat may be our only escape route. Is there any way you can keep it from being discovered for the time being?"
Philo Rona's face was as sinking as water, and he nodded in agreement, then came to the gunboat, drew out the ceremonial short knife, then slit the wrist of an Eldar slave, and drew an obscure coat of arms in the air.
Soon, invisible force stripped away every trace of darkness among the ruins and corridors, and overwhelming shadows swarmed in from all directions, wrapping tightly around the gunboat.
When the carnival of shadows gradually reached its peak, it disappeared into nothingness together with the gunboat's figure in an instant.
Occam nodded as the think tank put the dagger back on his belt.
"That way she can wait safely until we come back."
As he spoke, he waved the power sword in his hand and pointed at the Alphas who were eliminating danger in the ruins:
"Advance covertly."
After saying that, he trotted down the mottled stone steps with almost no sound, and drew his pistol while staring at the shadows around him.
The high-hanging black sun casts a dim halo over everything in Comoros, and the dense shadows seemed to have transformed into entities. Puddles of black tar covered with thorns were hidden among the pale white bricks, glaring viciously. People marching forward.
Just a few hundred meters after they walked out, a crisp explosion broke the silence around them, echoing endlessly among the ruins piled up around them.
"Enemy attack!"
Occam quickly hid behind the bunker, scanning the rows of stone pillars around him attentively, listening to the echoes in the air, and instantly identified the weapon that had just been fired: it was not the bolt rifle held up in the hands of the Alphas - only the heavy weapon. Only explosive bombs make such a bang.
No one in his squad was carrying heavy bolters.
There should be no one in Comoros who would use this kind of weapon——
"Casualty report, has anyone been shot?"
"No."
"Debrief the situation."
The Alphas hiding in the ruins reported the situation to Occam.
"I am located in the ruins fifty meters from your six o'clock direction, well hidden."
"I am located in the ruins fifty meters to your three o'clock direction, well hidden."
"I am located behind the huge statue twenty meters away from your twelve o'clock direction."
........
"Did anyone see where the shot was?"
Ockham had just finished speaking when a unique tone caught his attention.
From somewhere far behind, a low and harsh chant came from somewhere near the stage, and the originally dim light quickly receded. Shadows quickly climbed up the rows of stone chairs, and darkness enveloped everything.
The ruins became dim, the chanting voices became more fervent and crazy, and more noises were mixed into the chaos - the crunching sound of crushing stone bricks came from heavy armored iron boots, and the sound of metal twisting from slamming doors was endless. A final blast of bolters joined the chorus, bringing the frenzied chant to a crescendo.
"Commander of Assault, I detected movement..."
Shock replaced the confusion contained in his words, and the Alpha warrior shouted in shock:
"Your Majesty the Emperor!"
The next second, flying orange fireworks pierced the darkness. Alpha Team suddenly stood up and raised their guns and fired continuously. The hurricane of angry bombs swept past and rushed towards the model lake figure emerging from the shadows on the other side.
Occam rolled out of the bunker and saw clearly the opponent the Alphas were shooting fiercely at. At the same time, he was shocked by the opponent's identity - was this some kind of bad joke?
The enemy was not the tall, thin and agile cunning Eldar he had expected. The opponent was tall and stocky, wearing a full-body power armor covered with snake scales, with a helmet that resembled the breath of a poisonous snake on his face, and the bolt gun he held in his hand opened with life. A huge bloody mouth full of sharp teeth.
The other party is also Alpha! ?
Then, another tall black figure occupied Occam's sight. From his outline, it could be seen that the other person was wearing a gorgeous set of power armor. The ports of the backpack were made into a pair of poisonous snakes, separated by a long hat. The fanged helmet stared at him.
He ignored the hail of bullets around him and walked towards Occam, half of his figure was obscured by shadows. The color of the opponent's armor was so dark that Occam felt like he was lost in it. Only a gorgeous scale cloak shone behind him. Float.
Occam recognized who the other party was, and an incredulous sound escaped his throat.
"Lord of Dominance....No! Deceiver!"
"Occam the Betrayer."
The Lord Controller responded to him, his voice like a sharp blade carrying the wisdom of the years.
"You came all this way just to play a game with me... You will regret it."
Then, the other party raised his hand.
"Kill all the intruders!"
The Lord Controlling roared filial piety to his legionnaires. Countless Alpha warriors had already spread across the ruins at some point, looking at Occam coldly.
"Lie down!"
Occam yelled, pushing the trembling Philo Ronana behind a statue before a volley of Alpha Legion bombs hit him.
The Dimensional Blacksmith immediately turned around and fired several balls of plasma at the attacking legionnaires, turning one of them into a puddle of slag, while also igniting the second one.
"You liar! Bastard!"
Using the alien building as a cover, Angry Occam fired bursts of superheated plasma at the beautifully armored body. At the same time, the soldiers of the Alpha Legion also sent criss-crossing bursts of explosive fire towards the area where the Exterminator team was located. tearing apart the buildings around them.
"Impossible! Impossible! It's obviously dead!"
The reappearance of the Dominator Lord made Occam feel nervous and at a loss for a moment, but the enemy's attack did not stop, and the Exterminator team had to fight with their blood compatriots in order to survive.
An Alpha Legion soldier who was charging forward was shot several times. He staggered and knelt down on one knee. Although his armor was full of holes and blood spurted out from the fistula on his back along with the bullets and fragments, he still did not relax. Trigger finger.
In the end, a bolt bomb blew off his head and his helmet, ending his desecrated life. The Alpha Warrior's mutilated body lost its center of gravity and fell backwards. The explosive bombs in his hand fired a few scattered shots at the sky. , smashed into the broken floor tiles under his feet.
