[You don't know what kind of destruction and disaster you have brought]
After the Unicorn said this, a creepy scream pierced the cold air, a single, trembling tone, like a tortured soul.
The sound waves went higher and higher, until a painful chorus sound came out of the unicorn mask. The painful memories and painful thoughts immediately filled everyone's minds. Philo Rona immediately let go of his opponent to support a soul shield.
At this moment, a slight throbbing suddenly stirred up ripples in the hearts of all psychics.
The unicorn in the air seemed to be attacked and suddenly fell down, and then he said something to the harlequin who helped him up.
For Okam, this is the most dangerous time, and everyone seems to be in a trance.
A few minutes later, the imagined attack did not come. On the contrary, when all the Alpha warriors struggled out of their pain, they found that the enemy had disappeared, and they even took away the bodies of the dead, everything was only a few dozen seconds.
"The enemy has left."
In the cold shadow, a faint starlight burned in the wizard's eyes as Philo Rona gently knelt beside the shoulders of the fallen fighting brothers.
He seemed to be checking for signs of life for his companion, placing his palm on the face of the severely damaged Space Marine, 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 sound on the edge of the auditory.
Slowly, he turned his head under the thick hood with deep folds and looked at the raid commander with his flashing eyes full of patient thought.
【The clown already knows we are coming】
Before he turned around, this consciousness had left his mind and ruthlessly poured into the warrior waiting for his attention.
Occam showed no sign of surprise, his helmet and heavy face shielded the faintest hint of human emotions, and just nodded to the wizard in silence.
【I saw this】
【They don't welcome us】
【I didn't expect them to welcome us either】
【Then it will be difficult for us to enter Comoros again】
【I have other ways】
【Can you avoid the other party’s surveillance?
【Maybe】
[What is the enemy it just mentioned]
Philo Rona was still bent down next to the fallen Alpha warrior, carefully placed one hand on his bleeding face. Most of the harlequin's weapons were poisonous, and the warrior's blood vessels were filled with alien venom. Although the space warrior had extremely high resistance to toxicity, he could not be invincible for all poisons.
What a wizard can do is to use his own psychic energy to repair the tissues destroyed by toxins as much as possible. After all, the subspace has the power to reshape flesh and blood, although the contact of 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 await His servants."
Hearing Okam's words, Philo Rona slowly turned around and left the fallen brother, turning his face covered in shadow.
For a moment, there was a primitive scarlet flame in his eyes, which was suspicion and torture.
But he remembered his responsibilities again and realized that Okam would not remind himself again that the other party was not a leader who would always tolerate doubts.
"This brother can still be treated. I temporarily control the toxins on his body."
After giving up asking, Philo Rona pointed to the injured Alpha lying behind him.
"very good."
Okam nodded simply.
"The pharmacist will heal him and hope he can recover before the operation is launched. We have lost six warriors, which has had a slight impact on the operation."
Philo Rona nodded and retreated aside, while the scarlet flames in her eyes gradually turned into unfathomable darkness.
[We will take revenge, right? Raid the commander]
【How, surely】
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In the central city of Comoros, a magnificent fortress called Cool Forest, the grand hall, which was only open to VIPs, was echoing with harsh laughter and terrifying screams, and Soshyan and his three men stood in the middle of the top of the stairs leading to the hall, watching condescendingly as the Bloody Forest Conspiracy Team warriors mocked their slaves—mostly humans, a small number of other races.
Some of these slaves fought against each other to please the captives, locked together and equipped with only blunt swords to extend the battle time.
Other slaves were specially cared for by a monster, a blood actor with several remains around him being assisted. He was busy inserting sheets of metal under the acid-corroded skin at a bloody table in the middle of the hall and pulling every inch of the victim's skin with a hook.
And those oldest members of the conspiracy group simply beat and whip their living property, using various tools to create a wail and wail.
At the end of the stairs, a team of nightmare stood still, ensuring that no invaders could enter the hall at the top of the stairs.
The entire fortress is very different from the layout of human buildings. Its sense of space is very chaotic. A large number of stairs connect up and down, even left and right, and the stairs are also connected to each other. At the same time, it is difficult to judge the actual height from the top down. Even what happens at a long distance seems to be close to you.
If a stranger breaks in, he will be lost immediately.
But Soshyan and his group had guides, so it seemed easy to cross various areas of the fortress.
After the three of them entered, they saw the consul Alcantara sitting on a throne made of bones and black marble watching the whole process, his favorite courtiers sitting on the steps leading to his high platform.
The consul was not wearing armor today, but wearing a dark blue robe with ornaments and jewelry hanging on it as the throne material.
The closest to him were his two daughters, one of whom had a soft waist-length hair similar to Veronica, staring at the cruel scene with a pretentious smile, which seemed quite quiet, while the other had a tall braid on the top of his head, his thin lips dyed black against the pale skin, making pleasant laughter, and black eyeshadows were embedded around his eyes.
It was only then that Soshiyan noticed that Alcantara's two daughters seemed to be twins, and they looked almost the same with their different makeup.
So he suddenly recalled in his mind that Veronica had introduced him some customs about the Ark Spirits.
One of them is that the spiritual connection between the twins of the spirit race is different from other spiritual races. They can feel the distance, emotions and even thoughts of each other. If one of the twins dies, the other surviving will fall into eternal sorrow.
When this split occurs, the survivors will sacrifice the rest of their lives to drive the Nether Knight, a powerful spiritual war machine, and the soul of the dead will be transferred into the Nether Knight's soul stone, while the living will fall into a nearly permanent trance in the cockpit.
Veronica and Soshyan revealed that in order to ensure that the tribe has sufficient armed forces, some senior officials of the Ark world will deliberately create such tragedies, so no Eldar mother hopes that she will give birth to twins.
Chapter completed!