Since his wonderful performance in Proko Sanctuary, Occam has become a legend among many Alpha Lords. Although the Exonerator suffered heavy losses in the battle with the C'tan, more warriors soon heard the news and devoted themselves to his work.
Under his command.
Everyone looked at the legend walking towards him. Only Philo Rona did not pay attention. Instead, he looked at the members following the legend and could hardly suppress his disdain to notice the existence of Zago Ayala.
This guy was once a Son of the Emperor, and only the Emperor knew how he ended up joining an Alpha warband and becoming the right-hand man of the Assault Master.
There are three warriors following Occam, including Zago Ayala. Their power armors are all painted a dark emerald green, and the armor surfaces are shaped into scales. The cold ceramic armor is glowing with...
The dim light caused the terrifying form to be dyed blue by the light emitted from the surrounding walls, and the visual sensors on the snake-shaped helmet were as bright red as flames. The shoulder armor was inlaid with bronze and gold edges, and in the center was the terrifying three-headed viper symbol.
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One of them should be a forge master, or a dimensional blacksmith, but Philo Rona does not know the specific name. The third space marine looks like an apothecary, at least the surgical device on his hand can indicate this.
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When Philo Rona was observing several people, the dimensional blacksmith also glanced at him.
After all, whoever he was, he was a wizard, and he radiated an underlying spiritual energy field that shone like a star to anyone with the ability to see it.
Then Occam strode into the room, letting the door behind him hiss shut, and took off his helmet, allowing the Space Marines in front of him to see his face clearly for the first time.
This raid commander has high eyebrows, an angular chin, a shaved scalp, and a pair of sharp eyes. He also has a deep scar on his face that extends from his right jawline to his left temple.
But if you look carefully, you will find that the eyes resemble a green snake boy.
However, it is these eyes that attract everyone's attention, as if providing a window to a soul that is also tortured by myths and confusion.
"Greetings to you, Legionnaires, to each and every one of you."
Occam said seriously:
"When you came to the Eliminator, I said that I was honored by your arrival. Now time is running out. We are already approaching Comoros. The early reconnaissance of the Fourteenth Legion shows that they are about to have a major event in the near future.
We must figure out why they came before they complete their goal...I have to take a precaution. If necessary, we will probably fight the common enemy with the aliens."
Filo Rona finally raised his head and stared at the Assault Commander with his eyes, and besides him, more than one Space Marine present moved uncomfortably.
"There are actually two instructions given to us by our employer. One is to investigate clearly the operational goals of the Fourteenth Legion, and the other... is to prevent them from achieving their goals as much as possible."
Occam paused, the weight of his words fading away as he looked around at the assembled faces of the Alphas.
These people are all warriors he carefully selected. He has never been a person who prioritizes quantity. The earliest delisters only had 6 warriors, and they could still achieve the goal.
He has always insisted that soldiers should be more valuable than more. It was only because of the lesson learned from the last time that he realized that too few people would also make tactics passive, so he recruited a large number of more than fifty soldiers.
These people are all elites in the Alpha Legion. Some are good at harassing large groups of enemies, some are good at causing chaos, and some are specialized in hunting aliens. Now they are all ready and waiting to carry out their missions.
As Occam looked around the room, scanning the expressions of his Space Marines as they received their orders, he saw the hunched figure of Philo Rona sitting in the shadows in the far corner.
The wizard's hood hid his face, and there was no trace on the plain black smock, but Occam immediately recalled all the background of this warrior.
As the assault commander looked at him, a bright light passed through Philo Rona's eyes, making them gleam like the eyes of a wild beast deep in the jungle.
【Hello, untrue person】
Philo Rona's thoughts passed quietly and softly into Occam's will.
【Is there any problem】
Occam nodded slightly, responding to the greeting with some reservations in front of the others.
[You seem to have doubts, Snake Brain]
[I have no doubts, you are the lord, I obey your command]
The other Alphas swayed slightly, aware of the unnatural lengthening of Occam's pause.
They looked around, spotted Philo Rona, and then realized what was happening in the room.
After a moment, Occam sighed.
"I can't pursue Abaddon's thoughts, but he undoubtedly paid us Kang's reward. All the equipment you have now, including this repaired ship and a large number of servants, are not for nothing...
.... We have a tight deadline, so there is no room for hesitation or doubt."
Occam anticipated the disgust on some of the warriors' faces.
[Allowing alien survivors is the same crime as aliens]
Filorona's will was full of mockery, but his tone lacked malice. He was quoting an Imperial decree from the time of the Great Crusade. This motto is still inscribed in the center of the arch of the Terran Advocate Hall.
Even if they deviate from the current Empire, the hatred of aliens is still engraved in the soul of every Space Marine.
"Things have not come to this point. I just elaborated on a possibility. If we can have a better way to destroy the plan of the Fourteenth Legion, then we do not need to cooperate with the aliens. We can even teach them a good lesson.
Tell them what pain is and that everything depends on how things unfold."
Occam paused again and looked around at the faces in front of him. Most people believed his explanation, but he knew that he had not convinced all of them, but to convince an Alpha of anything, it takes more than just
A few inspiring words.
These people have inherent suspicions and suspicions. They come from different war gangs, have experienced different tests and betrayals, and have their own fighting methods.
He knew that he might not be able to make them trust him, but he also knew that he could trust their sense of mission and responsibility. There is no higher belief for an Alpha than this.
"We will enter the outskirts of Comoros in an hour."
After Occam said simply, he turned around and strode out of the door, leaving the soldiers alone to think and communicate with each other.
After leaving everyone, Wu Zhi came to his room. Although deception was commonplace for him, he told the soldiers who trusted him as truthfully as possible.
But this matter——
This was the only thing he couldn't tell anyone.
Accepting Abaddon's employment and coming to Comoros, everything contained a personal purpose for him.
Opening the secret compartment in the wall, he took out a heavy metal box, and Occam slowly opened it——