Chapter 1447 Harlequin Trap
“No matter what tricks you have, I can kill you again!!”
Three steps and two steps at a time, the already somewhat frantic Occam Leap After passing the bunker in front of him to withstand the gunfire, he poured his power into the power sword swung in his palm, quickly moved forward and launched a charge.
Suddenly, a ferocious face burst out of 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 refused to dodge, allowing half of his face to be turned into ashes by the blue lightning. His charge was unwavering, and the possessed warrior laughed wildly. Forced Occam back several steps.
This half-demon is tall and strong, even making Occam look thin and thin. He is covered in blasphemous heavy armor full of spikes, like a corrupt and sharp humanoid heavy tank.
The purely suppressive effect of size and weight is irrefutable, successfully slowing down Occam's forward pace.
The commander of the raid responded calmly, 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.
Occam, bathed in blood, cheered up and pointed 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 also held it in his palm. The two-handed sword that looked like a smiling evil dragon was raised high, intending to smash the opponent's head into pulp.
Occam raised his sword to deflect the blow, and then raised his foot to hit the traitor's heart. , kicked the opponent back repeatedly, fell down, and was decapitated with a sword before he could get up.
At this time, the battle among the ruins was very chaotic. The armor of both sides was 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 Assault, we have been tricked by aliens."
Subsequently, 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 reality of the battle around him, trying to grasp what it really was: one word, a very obvious answer.
Hallucination.
"Illusion?"
Occam whispered as he took steps unsteadily, walking around among the embers and dust that had not yet been extinguished - all of this was indeed an illusion, he and the brothers did not actually fight the enemy on the battlefield. The second truth that followed hit his mind. Alpha was an expert in using deception and confusion. To make them confused, it was not something that could be solved with just the word 'hallucination'. exist.
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 of the fighting parties 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 in horror.
The enemy disappeared, and the entire ground of the ruins was covered with horizontal monofilament lines, like a giant web woven by some kind of large insect. They shimmered in the light of the black sun.
Then, with a hissing sound of air being expelled, they retracted. 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 eyes that had become clear and cloudy, 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 the golden knot with a gentle and sweet laughter. Embroidered impromptu poetry.
"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 retreated. 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 before stabilized his dance steps and bowed deeply. His colorful trench coat brushed the dusty ground and he continued to dance. The other clowns applauded enthusiastically to accompany the dance.
"Haunting bitch!"
Occam spat at him, raising 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 sparked off his pauldron, and Occam struck his opponent with the 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 Ingel. Ingel.
“It’s so noisy!”
Confronted with an angry Occam, the aliens bowed mockingly to him.
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!"
Filo Rona said in a deep voice as he released his psychic energy on the messy Harlequin:
< br>"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 They started 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 galloping Harlequin was not affected at all. His body flashed among the ruins like a feather. The sharp and sharp fractures of the ruins turned into afterimages under the feet of the continuous leaping feet, which were more than a hundred meters deep. The cliffs are no problem for its vigorous skills.
Occam relies on many years of experience in complex terrain operations, and can move freely among the ruins. At the same time, the auxiliary sensor of the helmet locks in every move of the surrounding aliens, and projects a massive amount of intelligence information on the retina.
Even so, the Eldar were still clinging to their team, neither attacking fiercely nor escaping, but seemed to be dragging 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. Here, they can reach the small portal leading to the central city.
“Spread left and right.”
Occam whispered into the communicator and ordered:
“Don’t let go of any aisle or dark alley, and always pay attention to the air conditions. , 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 scanned every move in the ruins, and they passed through the ancient buildings that were winding and row upon row around them.
(End of this chapter)