"No matter what tricks you have, I can kill you again!!"
Taking three steps and two steps at a time, Occam, who was already a little frantic, jumped over the bunker in front of him to resist the gunfire, poured his power into the power sword waving in his palm, and quickly moved forward to launch a charge.
Suddenly, a ferocious face emerged from the darkness and rushed towards Occam.
For a moment, Occam mistook the ugly half-man, half-bull face for some kind of grotesque helmet.
"Fubor!"
The captain of the Word Bearers warband Vargar's Touch appeared in front of him again, and Occam was almost stunned.
Then he subconsciously pulled the pistol in his hand. The traitor did not dodge, and allowed half of his face to be turned into ashes by the blue electric light. His charge was unwavering. The possessed warrior laughed wildly and forced Occam to the ground.
Take several steps back.
This half-demon is tall and strong, even making Occam look thin and thin. His body is covered in blasphemous heavy armor full of spikes, like a corrupt and sharp humanoid heavy tank.
The sheer suppressive effect of size and weight is irrefutable, successfully slowing down Occam's forward pace.
The commander of the assault calmly responded, holding the sword tightly with his backhand, twisting his waist and stepping forward, slashing and slashing the traitor soldier's neck, and throwing his head into the lightless haze.
Bathed in blood, Occam cheered up and aimed his sword at another traitor who was charging towards him with a giant sword.
He also knew that guy, he was the first acolyte Phil, and the weapon in his hand was the demon blade "Golhastrag."
The Word Bearer laughed wildly and raised the two-handed sword in his palm that looked like a smiling evil dragon, intending to smash his opponent's head into pulp.
Occam raised his sword to deflect the fierce blow, raised his foot and struck the traitor in the heart with a kick. The kick made the traitor retreat repeatedly, and he fell upside down. He was beheaded by the sword before he could get up.
At this time, the battle among the ruins was very chaotic. The armors of both sides were almost the same, making it difficult to distinguish each other.
But suddenly, a voice sounded in Occam's mind, it was Philo Ronana.
"Commander of Raid, we have been tricked by aliens."
Then, a trace of cold logic flowed into Occam's turbid mind, trying to break through the gloomy noise and mania from all directions.
Yes, why would the dead attack him again?
He struggled to break away from the real battle scene around him and tried to understand its true face: it was one word, a very obvious answer.
hallucination.
"Hallucination?"
Occam whispered as he took steps unsteadily, walking left and right among the embers and dust that had not been extinguished all around - all of this was indeed an illusion, he and his brothers were not really fighting the enemy on the battlefield.
Then the second truth popped into his mind. Alpha was an expert in using deception and confusion. To make them confused, it was not something that could be easily solved with just the word 'hallucination'.
The hallucination in front of me is more like some kind of spiritual invasion - the kind of trick commonly used by the Eldar.
However, if it is psychic energy, it is impossible for the think tank to be unaware of it, so there is only one possibility - some kind of triggered trap.
What trap can escape their eyes?
Occam suddenly noticed something. Neither side of the war seemed to use grenades——
grenade.
He blinked, then yanked off a grenade and threw it towards the ruins fifty meters away.
After the bang, all the Alpha warriors let out a low cry of horror.
The enemy disappeared, and the entire ground of the ruins was covered with horizontal monofilament lines, like giant webs woven by some large insects, which shimmered in the light of the black sun.
Then, with a hissing sound of air being expelled, they shrank back.
Occam gritted his teeth in frustration.
"I was careless. I didn't notice these weird things on the ground before."
Then he quickly climbed onto the towering pile of ruins beside him, opened his clear and cloudy eyes, and looked around the battlefield again - the previous Space Marines disappeared, and the light and agile aliens took their place.
Jumping through the battlefield.
Wearing ridiculously colorful feathers, they are like a group of weird clowns wearing cunning masks, performing a big show to their heart's content, reciting impromptu poems embroidered with golden knots with an ups and downs of sweet laughter.
"Ah, the protagonist enters the scene."
A whisper suddenly rang in his ears, and Occam turned around quickly.
The colorful robes unfolded around the light body. Occam felt threatened and quickly backed away. The next second, a sharp blade passed by, almost decapitating him.
He raised his hand and fired, and the explosive projectile was shot out, but the clown dodged it with a swaying and graceful posture.
The unicorn who had attacked him once before stabilized his dance steps and bowed deeply. His colorful windbreaker brushed the dusty ground and continued dancing. The other clowns applauded enthusiastically to accompany the dance.
"The haunting bitch!"
Occam cursed at him and raised his sword to deflect the attacker's blade that was rushing towards his throat.
But the other person's white mask, slender nose and stiff smile made him have no idea whether the creature understood what he meant. The clowns surrounded him and turned at an alarming speed.
Suddenly, a sword blade scratched sparks on his shoulder armor, and Occam struck his opponent hard with his sword, but the latter calmly did a backflip.
Applause continued to ring out from the audience of clowns walking in mixed colors. Under the combination of frustration, Occam gritted his teeth and restrained himself from chasing the creature.
The horn slowly circled around him, and the carved smile of the mask seemed to be mocking him.
Hand over the great enemy... Hand over the great enemy... Ingall... Ingall...
"It's so noisy!"
Facing the angry Occam, the aliens bowed to him mockingly.
At this moment, a burst of psychic energy came, and the horn spun and retreated.
"Commander of Assault, maybe we have to leave, either retreat or advance!"
Philo Rona said in a deep voice as he released his psychic energy to the messy clown:
"Fighting them is like shooting shadows."
Occam knew that the other party was right. There would be no results in entangled with the other party here, so he decisively ordered:
"Alternate cover and move forward!"
Soon, the Alpha warriors began to move, but the terrain inside the ruins was rugged and bumpy, with countless towering broken stone slabs and large and small building remains piled together, making it difficult for everyone to move.
The flying clown was not affected in the slightest. His body flashed among the ruins like a piece of feather. The sharp and sharp fractures of the ruins turned into afterimages under the feet of the continuous leaping feet. The cliff over a hundred meters deep was strong against it.
It's no problem considering his skills.
Relying on years of experience in complex terrain operations, Occam can move freely among the ruins. At the same time, the auxiliary sensors of the helmet lock on every move of the surrounding aliens, projecting a massive amount of intelligence information on his retinas.
Even so, the Eldar were still clinging to their team, neither attacking fiercely nor escaping, as if they just wanted to drag them along.
After running a few hundred meters, Occam jumped lightly, jumped over a crumbling iron wall, quickly crossed the main road, and went straight into a winding and narrow road. As long as they passed through here, they would be able to reach the place.
Go to the small portal in the central city.
"Spread out left and right."
Occam whispered into the communicator and ordered:
"Don't miss any aisle or dark alley, always pay attention to the air conditions, and don't let your opponent's illusion take effect again."
The Alphas changed the pace of their actions and carefully chose their way forward among the dim wreckage. Their weapons in their hands scanned every move in the ruins, passing through the winding and row upon row of ancient buildings all around.