"We didn't seem to pass here when we came last time."
Philo Ronalna answered, and Okam nodded meaningfully.
"The path is not wrong, so there is only one possibility... Someone has changed the original channel."
Okam looked around the rows of stone seats, and the ruins stretched out more than ten miles to the eight directions. Why is this ring theater so prominent in a depression?
"Raising the commander."
The dimension blacksmith spoke behind Okam:
"The aliens must know that we have set foot here, and now that things have come to this, they will definitely not give up."
Okam turned around from the edge of the platform and looked at the gunboats docked in the distance. The Alphas were cautiously sneaking among the ruins, holding explosive rifles, carefully checking for all potential threats.
"Philo Ronalna, the gunboat may be our only way out after that. Are you able to keep it from being discovered for the time being?"
Philo Rona nodded and agreed, then came to the gunboat, drew out the short ritual knife, then cut open the wrist of a spiritual slave, and drew an obscure coat of arms in the air.
Soon, invisible force took away every trace of darkness in the ruins, and the overwhelming shadows swarmed from all directions, wrapping up the gunboat.
When the shadow carnival gradually reached its peak, it instantly transformed into nothingness with the gunboat's figure.
Okam nodded when the think tank turned the dagger back to his waist.
"So she can wait safely until we come back."
As he said that, he waved the power sword in his hand and pointed to the Alphas who were eliminating dangers in the ruins:
"Go forward in secluded."
After saying that, his little trot jumped down the mottled stone steps without any sound, staring at the shadows around him while pulling out his pistol.
The hanging black sun put a dull halo on all things in Comoros, and the dense shadows seemed to transform into entities. A beach of black tar covered with thorns hid among the miserable white bricks and tiles, viciously glancing at the strode people.
Just after they walked out for hundreds of meters, a crisp explosion of bombs broke the silence around them and echoed among the ruins piled up around them.
"Enemy attack!"
After Okam quickly hid in the cover, he focused on scanning the rows of stone pillars around him, listened to the echoes in the air, and instantly identified the weapon he had just fired: it was not the explosive rifle held by Alphas - only heavy explosive bombs would make such a blast sound.
No one in his squad carries a heavy bomb.
No one in Comoros would use this weapon—
"Accidental report, has anyone been shot?"
"No."
“Report the situation.”
Alpha, who was hiding in the ruins, reported the situation to Okam.
"I am located in the ruins fifty meters away from you at six o'clock, and I am hidden."
"I am located in the ruins fifty meters away from you at three o'clock, and I am hidden."
"I am just behind the huge statue twenty meters from your direction at twelve o'clock."
...........
"Who has seen the shooting position clearly?"
Okam finished speaking, a unique tone attracted his attention.
Somewhere far behind, a low and harsh chant came from somewhere near the stage, and the already dim light quickly retreated. The shadow quickly climbed up the rows of stone chairs, and darkness enveloped all directions.
The ruins became dim, the sound of singing and singing became more and more enthusiastic, and more noises stirred into chaos - the creaking of the crumb bricks came from heavy armored iron boots, and the metal twists made by the door were endless. The last burst of explosive guns joined the chorus, pushing the craze to the climax.
"Raising the commander, I detected the movement..."
Shock replaced the confusion in words, and the Alpha warrior shouted in surprise:
"The Emperor is above!"
The next second, the flying orange fireworks cut through the darkness. The Alpha team suddenly stood up and raised their guns to shoot. The hurricane of resentment swept past and rushed towards the blurred human figures emerging from the shadows at the other end.
Okam rolled out of the cover on the spot, saw the Alphas' fierce shooting opponents, and was also stunned by the identity of their opponents - is this some kind of bad joke?
The enemy was not the cunning spiritual clan he expected to be tall, thin and agile. The enemy was tall and solid, wearing full-body power armor covering snake scales, and a battle helmet that was breathing like a poisonous snake. The explosive gun in his hand opened the 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 can be seen that the other party was wearing a gorgeous power armor. The port of the backpack was made into a pair of poisonous snakes, looking at him through a helmet with sharp teeth.
He ignored the surrounding rain of bullets and walked towards Okam, half of his figure was covered in shadows, and the color of the other party's armor was so deep that Okam felt lost in it, only a gorgeous scale cape shining, floating behind him.
Okam recognized who the other party was, and an unbelievable voice squeezed out from his throat.
"Reign Lord...No! The fraudster!"
"Occam, the betrayer."
The Lord of Control responded to him, his voice like a sharp blade, carrying the wisdom of time.
"You've traveled thousands of miles and just wanted to play a game with me...you'll regret it."
Then, the other party raised his hand.
"Kill all the invaders!"
The lord roared at his legion warriors, and countless Alpha warriors had been scattered among the ruins at some point, staring coldly at Okam.
"Look down!"
Occam yelled, pushing the trembling Philo Ronana behind a statue before a row of bombs from the Alpha Legion hit him.
The dimension blacksmith then turned around and shot several balls of plasma at the attacking legion soldiers, turning one of them into a pool of slag, and igniting the second one.
"You liar! A bastard!"
With the alien building as a cover, Angry Occam shot out one superheated plasma group after another toward his body in exquisite armor. At the same time, the soldiers of the Alpha Legion also sent crisscrossing explosive bomb fire to the area where the expeller team was located, tearing apart the buildings around them.
"Impossible! Impossible! It's obviously dead!"
The re-appearance of the lord Okam made him feel at a loss for a moment, but the enemy's attack did not stop. The expeller team had to fight with their blood compatriots in order to survive.
A warrior who was charging forward was shot several times and staggered to one knee. Although the armor was full of holes and blood splashed out from the fistula in the back with the warhead and debris, he still did not relax his fingers that tightened the trigger.
Finally, a bomb and his helmet flew away, putting an end to his blasphemy life. The broken body of the Alpha warrior lost its center of gravity and fell backwards. The bomb in his hand fired the last few shots at the sky, smashing it into the broken floor tiles under his feet.