Chapter 1391: Alone is nothing
[You don’t know what kind of destruction and disaster you have brought]
After saying this, Dujiao let out a blood-curdling scream. Cutting through the icy air, it was a single, quivering note, like a tortured soul.
The sound wave got higher and higher, until the painful chorus came out of the one-horned mask for a moment, painful memories and painful thoughts immediately filled everyone's minds, Philo Rona He immediately let go of his opponent and put up a soul shield.
At this moment, a slight throbbing suddenly rippled in the hearts of all psykers.
The unicorn in mid-air seemed to have been attacked by something, and suddenly fell down. Then he said something to the clown who lifted him up.
For Occam, this is the most dangerous time, and everyone seems to be in some kind of trance.
A few minutes later, the imaginary attack did not come. On the contrary, when all the Alpha warriors struggled out of the pain, they found that the enemy had disappeared. They even took away the bodies of the dead. Everything was only ten years old. seconds.
"The enemy has left."
In the cold shadows, as Philo Rona knelt softly beside the shoulders of his fallen battle brother, a faint starlight shone on the wizard His eyes are burning.
He seemed to be checking for signs of life in his companions, placing his palms on the battered Space Marine's face, as if trying to feel the power of life emanating from his lost mind.
After a while, the kneeling think tank paused, as if he noticed a voice at the edge of his hearing.
Slowly, he turned his head under the heavy hood with deep folds and looked at the commander of the raid with twinkling eyes full of patient thinking.
[The Harlequin already knew we were coming]
Before he turned around, this consciousness had left his mind and poured inexorably into the one waiting for his attention. warrior.
Occam showed no sign of surprise, his helmet and heavy visor belying the faintest hint of human emotion, and simply nodded silently to the wizard.
[I saw this]
[They did not welcome us]
[I did not expect them to welcome us either]
[ Then it will be difficult for us to enter Comoros again】
[I have other ways]
[Can I avoid the other party’s surveillance]
[Maybe]
[Then what is the enemy it just mentioned]< br>
Filo Rona was still bent over the fallen Alpha Warrior, placing one hand carefully on his bleeding face. Most of the Harlequin's weapons were poisonous, and the warrior's blood vessels had been infected by the alien. They are full of venom. Although space warriors have extremely high resistance to poison, they are not immune to all poisons.
What the wizard can do is to use his spiritual energy to repair the tissue destroyed by the poison as much as possible. After all, the subspace has the power to reshape flesh and blood, although the contact with the power of chaos may not be as friendly as most people imagine.
"This matter is not important, because the Emperor's will does not wait for his servants."
Hearing Occam's words, Philo Rona turned around slowly , left the fallen brother, and turned his face shrouded in shadow.
For a moment, his eyes flashed with primitive scarlet flames, which were suspicion and torture.
But he remembered his responsibilities again, and realized that Occam would never remind him again that the other party was not a leader who would always tolerate doubts. "This brother can still be treated. I have temporarily controlled the toxins in his body."
After giving up questioning, Filo Rona pointed to the injured Alpha lying on the ground behind him.
“Very good.”
Occam nodded simply.
"The pharmacist will cure him, and I hope he can recover before the operation is launched. We have lost six soldiers, which has had a slight impact on the operation."
Philo Rona nodded and stepped aside, while the scarlet flames in his eyes gradually turned into unfathomable darkness.
[We will take revenge, right, Commander of the Raid]
[Yes, we will definitely]
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In the central city of Comoros, in a huge fortress called the Forest of Cruelty, the grand hall open only to VIPs was echoing with piercing laughter and screams of terror. Soshiyan and three others stood at the top of the stairs leading to the hall. In the middle, he watches from a commanding position as the Bloody Forest Cabal warriors taunt their slaves - mostly humans, with a few other races.
Some of these slaves fought among themselves to please their captors, and were chained together, armed only with blunt knives to prolong the fight.
Other slaves received special care from a monster, a Haemonculus, who was busy inserting metal sheets at a blood-stained table in the center of the hall. Under the acid-corroded skin, and using hooks to pull apart every inch of the victim's skin.
While the youngest members of the conspiracy simply beat and whipped their living possessions, using various tools to create a wail and wail.
At the end of the stairs, a group of nightmares stood motionless, ensuring that no intruders could enter the hall at the top of the stairs.
The interior of the entire fortress is very different from the layout of human buildings. Its sense of space is very confusing. A large number of stairs connect up and down and even left and right, and the stairs are also connected to each other. At the same time, it looks very confusing from top to bottom. It's difficult to judge the actual height, and even things that happen far away seem to be right in front of you.
If a stranger breaks in, I'm afraid he will be lost immediately.
But Soshyan and his party had a guide, so it seemed easy to travel through various areas of the fortress.
After the three entered, they saw the Consul of Alcantara sitting on a throne made of bone and black marble watching the entire process. His favorite courtiers sat on the steps leading to his high platform. on the steps.
The consul was not wearing armor today, but was wearing a dark blue robe with ornaments and jewelry made of the same material as the throne hanging from it.
The closest to him are his two daughters. One of them is wearing a black dress and has waist-length hair similar to Veronica's. She is staring at the cruel scene with a pretentious smile, looking quite sad. Quietly, the other tied up a tall braid on the top of his head, his thin lips were dyed black against the pale skin, and he was laughing happily, with black eye shadow surrounding his eyes.
Only then did Soshiyan notice that Alcantara's two daughters seemed to be twins. They looked almost the same despite their different makeup.
So he suddenly recalled in his mind that Veronica once introduced him to some customs of the Ark Spirit Tribe.
One of them is that the spiritual connection between Eldar twins is different from other Eldar. They can feel each other's distance, emotions and even thoughts. If one twin dies, the other surviving twin will also into eternal sorrow.
When this split occurs, the survivors will sacrifice the rest of their lives to pilot the Ghost Knight, a powerful Eldar war machine, and the soul of the deceased will be transferred into the Ghost Knight's soul stone, and the spirit of the ghost knight will be born. The person will fall into a near-permanent trance in the cockpit.
Veronica and Soshiyan revealed that some top leaders of the Arkworld would deliberately create such a tragedy in order to ensure that the ethnic group has sufficient armed strength. Therefore, no Eldar mother wants to give birth to a child. The ones are twins.
When you think about it, it might be understandable that their mother would rather send them to the Comoros than stay with her.
(End of this chapter)