Occam was the first to discover the anomaly. The corpses of the dead clowns were incredibly intact, with only one or two being beaten to pieces.
As if to confirm his statement, the fallen Harlequins suddenly exploded one by one like fireworks, throwing out a large amount of sparkling smoke, blocking the Alphas' sight and even interfering with their helmet aiming systems.
Immediately afterwards, accompanied by some kind of terrifying scream, after the flash of smoke, purple light spots swept through a certain bunker, and the two Alpha warriors behind the bunker were swallowed up before they could move.
Their armor seemed to be torn apart by strong winds, and then the flesh inside expanded and exploded at an extremely fast speed, creating a tragic death scene.
"It's Harlequin's death jester!"
On the war-torn battlefield, with fluttering coats and the terrifying echo of bells, the Fool of Death, symbolizing the vicious mockery of the Laughing God, appeared at the edge of the Alphas' sight.
They hold a vicious weapon called the Screamer Cannon. The ammunition of this weapon is quenched with genetic toxins. The person who is hit will have a metabolic imbalance, swell, and become a living bomb composed of flesh and bone.
This is exactly what the Death Jesters like to see - they feverishly explore various novel ways to make their victims' deaths full of black humor.
As actors in the troupe who specialize in playing "death", the Rigolets of Death exude absurdity and morbidity everywhere. Their terrifying uniforms are made of the bones of their predecessors, and their bones will be left to the next person after death.
Successors, and on the battlefield, sometimes you can still hear them humming songs softly or just laughing there, bowing and saluting those who are about to encounter misfortune, and giving warm and mocking applause to those who amuse themselves.
All in all, not many people can compete with Death Rigoletto when it comes to composing war tragedies and comedies, and the battlefield is also a treasure trove of inspiration for their endless pranks.
In Commorragh, the grotesque sense of humor of the Death Jesters is very popular, because their viciousness can be compared to the most evil-hearted people in the Dark City, and because of their morbid talents, the clowns will treat the Death Jesters with caution.
Although the Death Jester's dedication to the Laughing God is unquestionable, they have protected other troupe members in the hail of bullets time and time again.
The five Death Jesters organized a dense line of fire, which immediately suppressed the Alphas' position. At the same time, other clowns also emerged from the corners again, trying to sneak attack these warriors from the side or the blind spot of fire. Their numbers were increasing.
After the firefight, almost nothing changed.
But there were several casualties on Alpha's side.
"The determination is not small, but it is far from enough."
Occam narrowed his eyes with a sneer, and then conveyed the order.
"Hugh, you are responsible for covering the left side. Loben, you lead people to cover the right side. Yuris, activate the bridge's defense system."
Under the operation of the dimensional blacksmith, the dome and walls of the bridge suddenly made a clicking sound, and then a large number of automatic turrets and flamethrowers appeared.
The next moment, the entire battlefield turned into a hell of flames and metal.
The clowns were caught off guard and were a little confused for a while. However, their cover-up method could not deceive the all-round firepower, so several people fell in succession.
At the same time, the former Emperor's Son swordsman Zago Ayala bent down, then rushed out of the bunker, then stepped on a scrapped Thinker array, kicked out a graceful arc with his right foot, and directly kicked a clown.
fly.
Then he stretched out the blade and faced a death jester at extremely fast speeds.
The Death Jester quickly backed away with a strange smile. As he struggled to stand between his fallen compatriots, the Screamer cannon in his hand was still spitting out deadly shells.
But the Emperor's Son Swordsman was faster. His blade directly cut off the Eldar's weapon, splitting the barrel in two and turning it into a bunch of connected useless sparks.
Before Zago Ayala could turn again and drive his blade to kiss the crumbling Eldar flesh, a surge of energy struck his side, throwing him up and slamming him against the wall.
The Emperor's Son screamed in frustration as he slid down the wall, blinking his gleaming eyes and glaring at the alien who dared to interrupt his murderous dance.
It was a film and television person, his face was hidden in a faceless mask, and the surface was sprayed with a layer of silver mirror paint. He held a mist staff in one hand, and the fingers of the other hand crackled with the flash of psychic energy, keeping
Following the rapid flow of spiritual energy, he lifted himself slightly off the ground.
The Filmmakers are powerful psykers in the Harlequin Troupe, known as "Yinsi Dan" in the Eldar language. They pay special attention to their ability to spread fear and chaos on the battlefield and in performances.
As the spiritual leaders of the clowns, film and television actors are a very mysterious group. Although they are not affiliated with the troupe itself, they will still participate in performances with other clowns and use their subtle spiritual powers to enhance the performance.
"Alien bitch!"
Zago Ayala narrowed his eyes in hatred and got up to regain his balance.
Then he was immediately pushed down again.
On the psychic curtain visible to the naked eye, peakless waves ripple on its surface.
But before the filmmaker could release new power, another burst of psychic energy suddenly hit the filmmaker's body, causing her head to fall back and her body to be tortured by pain and burning pain.
In the distance, Philo Rona's gloomy eyes under the shroud hood are now flashing with a dazzling psychic halo like a searchlight. As his right hand is slightly raised, the film-maker is also lifted into the air.
middle.
His cloak billowed behind him, creating a dramatic effect, and the jagged twisting energy emanating from his fingers even distorted the surrounding air.
At this moment, a slender human figure suddenly emerged from the edge of everyone's sight and plunged into the battlefield at an extremely fast speed. Even the rapid-fire bombs like a storm could not catch up with its pace.
In the smoke splashed by the fire net, the rapidly approaching alien turned into a dark color block, approaching Occam.
Seeing that the opponent was coming towards him, Occam quietly took out a power flail from his waist and activated the weapon.
With a shake of his arm, the power shackles began to rotate above his head, and several long whips equipped with blades twisted and collided with each other.
The next second, a dazzling electric light flashed, the flail was entangled with something, and then the power system above it instantly failed.
Occam took a closer look and found that the attacker was a clown wearing a silver horned mask, and what bound his weapon was the silver mesh emitted from the opponent's arm.
"One horn..."
Lord Alpha recognized the identity of the enemy and was glad that he had used his weapon to strike the blow. The weapon called Harlequin's Kiss in the hand of the horn was very vicious. The sharp tube could eject high-strength single fibers.
If the metal wire can be penetrated into flesh and blood, the metal wire will spread whiplash in it, liquefy the bones and internal organs, and finally give the deceased a heroic death.
【Why are you standing in the way of destiny?】
A cold voice sounded in Occam's head, and he responded contemptuously.
[Do you think cheap sideshows can block future trends?]
[You should not have brought the ancient enemy here]
[We don’t need to explain to you what we do]
【Sorry】
Dujiao turned around, the flashing short blade spinning in his hand, and his figure moved in mid-air with sickly grace.