Looking at the black cube, Occam squinted his eyes, and the scene from the past came to mind.
A tall and slender dream demon, with exquisite horns, sharp claws, and slender limbs, hovering gracefully in the strong wind like a god who calls for wind and thunder, with a mask of ferocious laughter on his face, walking through the darkness In the midst of destruction, facing the bullets flying like a storm, he narrowed his weird eyes and turned them into burning tracks in the blink of an eye before they reached the white light of his own body.
Even around it, the world seemed to be distorting and rippling. Soldiers in blue armor lay dead and wounded, and the whole world was burning——
combustion--
Devour——
Being so close to this thing, Occam's armor began to vibrate, his blood seemed to flow faster, and his bones seemed to be burning.
He felt the endless emptiness of this creature, its hunger for souls, and its contempt for the basic laws of this world.
Under the dim light, Occam murmured to himself——
"Deceiver...why did you lead me here..."
Suddenly, there was a tremor on the hull, and then the lights dimmed. Ockham immediately realized that the emergency power supply was activated.
This means that an accident has occurred in the energy system.
He immediately put the box back to its original place and hid it, then put on his helmet and walked out of the room. He found that there seemed to be a vague mist in the corridor, and at the same time, Zago Ayala found him immediately.
The former emperor's son held the swords tightly in his hands and said softly:
"problem occurs."
"Put on your helmet."
After speaking, Occam came to the bridge, only to find that the crew members were either unconscious or fighting with each other. The other gathered soldiers also looked confused.
Occam immediately connected to the communication of the energy cabin, but there were only beast-like roars and painful screams. Apparently the situation was similar to that on the bridge.
Philo Rona also came to the bridge and put on power armor, but still did not wear a helmet.
He tried to use psychic powers to calm the crew's frantic minds, but found that it had little effect, so he instead paralyzed their nerves, causing them all to fall into a coma.
"what's the situation?"
Occam looked at the wizard, but he just shook his head.
"It's not witchcraft."
"It's not witchcraft..."
Occam noticed the vague fog in the air, and thought of a possibility. He immediately increased the output power of the automatic sensor with his thoughts, and projected countless intricate runes and messages on his retina. He quickly browsed through the vast sea of text. Data, processing every piece of data faster than the Thinker engine built into the armor.
Unraveling a large string of runes in an instant, the raid commander reassembled the lengthy data link in the blink of an eye. Detailed information about the direction and reconstruction of molecular mass in the surrounding space was displayed in front of him - a mixture of more than ten ingredients all around. There was a chemical agent in the artificial atmosphere that attracted his attention.
In an instant, Lord Alpha realized what had happened, and quickly searched for information on the hallucinogenic weapons of the Eldar in his memory.
"Psychopathic hallucinogenic gas?"
Occam muttered the final conclusion and put away the clear and clear data file in front of him.
"Adjust the ventilation system of the armor!"
Occam shouted an order into the communicator.
"It's a hallucinogen disguised as water vapor. Open the valve to filter it out!"
Occam was issuing orders while adjusting the environmental system in the armor. Since the enemy was able to release poison gas inside the ship, it meant that they had invaded the ship silently, and under the eyes of a group of Alphas.
According to his many years of experience in dealing with aliens, there are not many forces among the Eldar that can do this.
Harlequins happen to be just such a group of people.
"It's the Harlequin invasion. Exterminators, please guard the bridge and wait for the poisonous gas to drain away——"
boom--
Suddenly, there was a loud noise below the deck, causing the entire ship to shake. At the same time, a large number of warning lights began to flash, dyeing the space red.
The dimensional blacksmith who was already connected to the ship's meditator array immediately said loudly:
"Someone's sabotaging the reactor!"
"They want us to stay here."
Occam sneered and said to the dimensional blacksmith:
"Shut down all reactors, activate the energy module defense mechanism, and use backup energy."
"yes."
On an Alpha ship, traps are everywhere, even in the energy bay.
With the control of the Dimensional Blacksmith, all entrances to the energy cabin were sealed, and a large amount of poisonous and corrosive gases were discharged into it, wiping out all life.
At the same time, all the Alpha warriors found their own hiding places. They opened their eyes wide and were alert to the darkness around them.
"West Lego, West Lego, the sky is dark, night is coming..."
Suddenly, accompanied by a slow singing voice, a group of light and agile alien shapes flashed under the dim light, jumping and shuttled in the shadows.
Wearing ridiculously colorful feathers, they are like a group of weird clowns wearing cunning masks, performing a great show.
When they pulled out various firearms, their graceful and gorgeous shooting turned into a dramatic and elegant repertoire, with various moves decorated with fancy and graceful dance postures, and with a gentle and sweet laughter, they recited the story of human beings.
Impromptu poetry that cannot be understood.
These alien shapes were flying up and down in the air at extremely fast speeds. Even Ockham could hardly see their figures clearly. The dreamlike movements dragged out the afterimages of petals behind them, glowing with colorful light like crystal prisms, and seemed to be scattered in all directions.
Flying carnival confetti.
There are even rainbow lights of seven colors surrounding them, swaying, deforming, twisting and turning with the dance steps.
"For the Emperor."
Occam calmly spoke the slogan he had fought for his whole life, and then pulled the trigger of the Seiko Bolt Pistol.
More than 30 delisted people did not need any command. They spontaneously and quickly reorganized into five-man teams. They raised the bolt rifles in their hands and relied on the bunker to tilt towards the Eldar with breathtaking accuracy.
Firepower.
The hail of bullets disrupted the pace of the Eldar, forcing them to flash and move according to the rhythm of the explosive bombs, but it also made their fighting methods become more and more wild, while constantly shooting with shuriken guns, spraying out pieces of monomolecules
The projectiles made a poisonous hissing sound in the air, while he threw the plasma grenade hanging from his waist wantonly, and clusters of colorful bright lights rose between the bridges.
However, the Alphas responded with extremely efficient tactics, providing alternating fire cover while constantly moving between bunkers, making those plasma grenades ineffective.
On the contrary, because those clowns lost the cover of the ecstasy, their thin armors were unable to withstand the bombs, and no matter how agile they were, they could not dodge all the bullets.
In just twenty seconds, they left behind more than a dozen smoking corpses.