Okam took the lead, passed a corner, and turned into another path - a few winding towers that penetrated straight into the sky.
Think tank Philo Ronana stopped briefly in front of the door frame beside her hand, carefully examining the alien runes engraved on it: although the characters themselves would not make him feel strange, their arrangement is really incomprehensible.
Soon, they embarked on a relatively flat main road, looking inward through a row of leaf-shaped window lattices, and the empty houses were covered with dust.
Then Okam looked forward:
"Portway."
He was about to continue saying something, but a burst of laughter echoing in the streets and alleys interrupted his words, his tone was hysterical and almost crazy.
A harlequin twisted forward like an arrow from a string, and pushed the long-planned sharp blade in his hand towards the weak connection of the lower edge of Occam's breastplate.
However, the moment before almost achieving his goal, his head was cut off.
Okam no longer cared about so much, so he ordered Philo Ronana.
"Let the dog bite them, brother, I will kill them all."
Philo Ronana then opened several demon bottles and read a miserable memorial.
The air became cold, something invisible pierced the air, the curtain of reality was torn apart like a thin cloth, the demons began to materialize as they approached their prey, and solid flesh and bones grew out of the flickering mist.
There are five of them in total, like slender leatherless dogs, with blue pus trailing behind them.
As the harlequins scattered to find cover, the demon dog had already jumped towards them.
The next second, a demon dog suddenly burst like a ripe fruit, torn to pieces by an explosion of a spiritual weapon.
But another demon pounced on a harlequin and put it to the ground. The spirit clan cursed and groped for the blade on his waist, but the demon dog bit his throat angrily.
At this time, something flashed out from Okam's eyes. He turned around, and a pistol hit the harlem's chest with an explosive bullet almost half-cut the alien.
But the Unicorn attacked from the other side at this time, and was stopped by Zago Ayala when she was about to hurt Okam.
This is a pantomime actor who replaced the horn position, moving rapidly, and even slashed at the Emperor's son when he landed on the ground.
Zago Ayala jumped back but didn't move fast enough. The tip of the alien weapon kissed his armor and splashed blood on his abdomen.
But he just laughed.
"Look closer, little thing-try again,"
He turned the sword in his hand and made a gesture to show it to come here.
"Come on, hurry up, clown."
The actor did as he did, and it rushed forward with a snake-like agility, and the dagger and the sword blade were intersected.
Although the other party was very thin, his strength was extremely large. The emperor's son was forced to stagger back and was shocked by the power of his prey for a moment.
Then he dodged violently, and the spirit clan took a defensive posture after retreating.
"A goal worth fighting."
The swordsman advanced forward and the blade was pressed down.
As he hoped, the spirit's weapons flew towards him.
Zago Ayala slid over, swinging his shoulders away from the kiss the opponent's dagger sent him, forcing the enemy to put down his blade.
Then Zago Ayala smashed his helmet on the face of the Spiritual Helmet, and the alien metal bent and cracked—
But then the Emperor's son discovered that he had actually hit the wall, and he was fooled by some trick of the other party.
The clown muttered a few words in its pleasant language, and then slashed at the Emperor's son with a dagger.
The Emperor's son suddenly threw out the sword in his hand, and when the other party was forced to block it, he hit the elbow of the spirit clan with his free palm.
With the sound of bone shattering, the pantomime staggered back, and the Emperor's son smashed his elbow to the swaying spiritual clan's neck and hooked its bare feet with his feet.
It fell down and scratched Zago Ayala with his hands, and he pinched its throat and raised his fist, slamming it with his fist like a piston, breaking the cracked helmet and the head inside.
"Ha, it's really-"
Before he could release his joy, a severe pain came from his ribs. The swordsman of the Emperor's son lowered his head and saw a dagger inserted into his body.
Two pantomime actors suddenly raided by him at some point, and the toxic nerves on the dagger immediately blurred the consciousness of the Space Marine. In a trance, he saw that Okam was also forced into a dead corner by a one-horn.
Are they going to die in this corner full of aliens?
Suddenly, the roar of the sky pulled his vague consciousness back.
"What--"
He looked up and saw their gunboat suddenly appear and whizz down, straggling toward the ground.
The poison crystal cannon began to roar, and the clowns died one after another. Their bodies were blown open or thrown into the air, and a pool of smelly pus spilled all over the streets.
Okam forced the harlequin away with a sword. He stared at the gunboat circling above his head, and its propeller made the air boil.
This machine should not take action without his instructions.
Who is controlling it now?
The next moment, the gunboat looked back and dived towards the ground, and the crackling sound whimpered as it passed by, and it bit the ground near its horn, as if enjoying the stimulation brought by the prey when it ran away.
But the clowns were not unprepared. They saw a strong light flashing, and the heavy artillery in the hands of the Death Jester tore the air, hit the gunboat, and tear off a large piece of armor.
After that, the gunboat seemed to lose control and quickly fell to the ground.
But the moment it fell, Okam vaguely saw a towering figure jumping out of the gunboat, covered with lightning, like a pale mark in the dark night sky, and it seemed that he was still holding a long knife in his hand.
knife--
Okam had only time to blink.
The waving blade was swept out with a low moan like a death knell, and then the entire space was swallowed up by supernatural light.
The moment he shone, Okam heard the thunder, and then a burning burst energy swept out, overturning him to the ground.
When he got up again, the harlequins disappeared, and the other alphas stood up from the ruins one by one, obviously they didn't know what was going on.
"What is that?"
"I didn't see it, but why-"
"Those aliens disappeared."
The team members whispered, but Okam found Philo Ronalna, and the think tank seemed to be in a trance.
"Philo?Philo? Are you okay?"
"Ah, I...I'm fine."
"What just happened."
"just--"
The think tank frowned and said softly:
"A very powerful psychic entity just appeared, and he saved us."
"What is a psychic entity?"
"I don't know, I can only describe it this way. His speed is very fast... very fast, like a white lightning bolt. I have never seen anything so fast in this life."
"this....."
Okam turned his head and looked at the miniature portal not far away, and then whispered:
"Since he helped us, it means that his purpose does not conflict with us. Don't think so much, let's go first."
Soon, the Alpha team gathered again and counted the casualties, and they quickly entered the portal and arrived at the central city of Comoros.
At this time, the streets here seemed very deserted compared to before, but there was a place that was extremely lively. Even if the cheers and shouts were separated by half the city, Okam could clearly hear it-
Just in the Cain Arena, the Night of Revelation has arrived!