The leader of the conspiracy group, wearing a pieced together warrior armor, was determined to escape, but just a few steps away, a bodyguard beside him was smashed with one leg, bent his knees and fell to the ground, and the other one got a bullet from his throat, and his body and head were separated.
Realizing that the other party was targeting him, the leader immediately wanted to hide in an abandoned building and try to use the complex internal structure to get rid of the pursuit.
Behind him, Okam chased her like a shadow. Suddenly, a grenade was thrown down by the window above, but Philo Rona, who covered Okam, used lightning to roast the attacker into coke, then waved his arm, grabbed the grenade from the air, and threw it back.
The grenade exploded as it returned to the astonished thrower, and the gang leader staggered under the shock wave, waving his scimitar to try to maintain balance.
What are these?
The shocked dark spirits noticed the shadows. Although they were round and dark indigo, the exposed part did not look like unsorted machinery, but more like metal clad plates...
Or, it's like the scales of a snake.
The Dark Spirit Clan was stunned. When he stared at the approaching shadow, the other party seemed to be staring at him.
With empty black eyes, when the predator relaxed and walked towards him, the spirit race could not move due to fear...
As Okam approached his target, the color of his armor began to darken and fade away, just like a changing reptile in the world of death. The armor lost the cover of the night, and the scale-like ceramic steel and abominable emerald green gradually appeared. The crackling changes in front of his eyes made the dark spirits dizzy.
"Ape...Ape!?"
He ushered in the truth. These people were not the conspiracy he thought, they were humans, the deadliest warriors of humanity.
The leader wore a snake-like helmet on his face. Although he could not see his expression, the eyepiece was filled with darkness as sharp as wisdom and blades, making it difficult for the dark spiritual race to look directly at.
"For the... Emperor."
As fast as a venomous snake, Okam raised the explosive pistol equipped with a scope, and pointed the extended barrel at the chest of the Dark Spirit.
The impact of the explosive bomb was not as fierce as the Spirits thought. The explosive bomb passed through his breastplate as lightly as a breeze, and he felt it, hot and painful.
Then he fell down, and the pain swept through his body, causing him to cough out blood, thick and warm.
What's even more terrifying is that he felt the tearing of his soul, as if something was sucking-
"No--"
Finally, he fell into a desperate darkness.
“Status Report.”
After dealing with the enemy's commander, the communicator in Okam's helmet hissed.
"The enemy has been cleared, and the count is 93 people. The situation is under control, and no casualties are found."
"Received, destroyed the body, and everyone returned to the car."
Soon, the Alphas finished their journey and continued.
Perhaps it was the Emperor's blessing, but in the next few hours, they encountered no trouble.
Of course, except Okam, actually once he entered Comoros, he encountered a big and small trouble-
"You've never talked to me before, right?"
Sitting in the dark cabin, accompanied by the dark and obscure chill, the hunger that had opened the void deep in his soul was looking back at him.
As he spoke, the voice spoke a name.
“Occam…”
Its tone is as weird as a bad piano, but it is extremely clear.
"I gave you direction and guide your life's meaning."
The dark voice then overwhelmed all thoughts, and it slipped into Occam's thoughts like a shameful secret, and the tone became smoother, and the words contained gloomy authority, making it difficult to question it.
"You lost yourself, Okam, I helped you get yourself back."
"I don't need any help from you, fraudster, I will go my own way."
"So why are you coming to Comoros?"
"This is my own will."
Just as Okam was fighting, the truck was jogging along the dark streets, and its headlights poked out a distracting corridor in the dim light.
Alpha was silently doing it in his position, laying the rifle and weapon flat to both sides, and both lifting the insurance.
After the attack just now, although the neighborhoods here were abandoned and the citizens who were like slaves probably fled here, no one would relax their vigilance.
But they didn't know what their leader was experiencing, only Philo Rona seemed to sense something, but they didn't say it.
"Your will? What is your will?"
"We are Alpha, the beginning of the end and rebirth. Although dormant in the dead heart of an empire, this heart wants to beat again. When everyone sits and watches it burn on the fire of annihilation, or turns into a dead stem and rotten bone, only we are still in action. If we can unite as a legion, we can save it, and through us, it can rebirth again and enter the second golden age."
"Really? Have you not realized that your actions have been moving away from your former goals? Perhaps you never realized that there is any power that is controlling you. In the past, you thought you were the lord of control, but what about now?"
Okam didn't know how to answer, and fate used the contradictory clues to compile him into this mess.
He couldn't help but recall the scene when he joined the Angel Disaster. Most of the sons of Hydra were veritable butchers, pirates, madmen and monsters contaminated by subspace. The ancient lies were also twisted into cruel truths.
Among the huge war gang, only Okam fought for the emperor he loved with an incomprehensible and almost harsh enthusiasm.
The priests of the state religion may think they are pious enough and unswervingly spread his beliefs as envoys of the Inquisition, but no one can embrace the name of a traitor with the will of gold and do the emperor's affairs among the enemies. No one has the courage to become a bargaining weight on the scale, and no one has the courage to fan the flames of heretic atrocities to hone the fragile determination of the empire.
When all Alpha lords were fighting for power, territory, and army, only Okam believed that one day he could make greater contributions to the cause of the Emperor.
But after so many years, he still seems to have accomplished nothing.
The chaotic situation of the Galaxy is so blind that he cannot find out the truth it hides. Occam has always been accustomed to reading hidden true secrets from appearances and guiding the direction of events with intuition, but now he finds that his method has failed, as if he is indeed unclear why he is coming to Comoros.
He never wanted to admit that he was affected by "it", but now it seems-
"It was me who led you to your true destiny..."
That voice agreed with this,
“…because you lost your way.”
Even if Okam decided not to care about it, the sound did not ease at all. It persuaded this and threatened that, but most of the time it was slapping his will.