After the wonderful performance of the Proco Sanctuary, Okam became a legend among many Alpha lords. Although the expeller suffered heavy losses in the battle with the Star God, more soldiers soon joined him after hearing the news.
Everyone watched the legend come, only Philo Rona did not pay attention, but looked at the members who followed the legend, and almost uncontrollably noticed the existence of Zago Ayala. This guy used to be a son of an emperor, and only the emperor knew how he would join an Alpha War Gang and become the right-hand man of the raid commander.
There were three soldiers following Okam, including Zago Ayala. Their power armor was painted in dark emerald green, and the surface of the armor was made into scales. The cold ceramic steel armor was shining with a shimmer, making the terrifying shape blue by the light emitted from the surrounding walls. The visual sensor on the serpentine helmet was as bright as flames. The shoulder armor was inlaid with bronze gold edges, and the terrifying three-headed venomous snake logo in the center.
One of them should be a foundry master, or a dimensional blacksmith, but the specific name Philo Rona did not know. The third Space Marine looked like a pharmacist, at least the surgical device on his hand could illustrate this.
When Philo Rona observed several people, the dimensional blacksmith also glanced at him.
After all, no matter who he is, he is a wizard, and the potential spiritual energy field he emits shines like stars for anyone who has the ability to see it.
Okam then strode into the room, letting the door behind him close in hissing, and taking off his helmet, allowing the Space Marines in front of him to see his face for the first time.
The raid commander had tall eyebrows, angular chin, shaved scalp, and sharp eyes, and a deep scar on his face, extending from his right jawline to his left temple.
But if you look closely at your eyes, you will find that those eyes look like green snake eyes.
However, it is these eyes that attract everyone's attention, as if it provides a window for a soul who is also tortured by myths and confusion.
"Send greetings to you, soldiers of the Legion, each of you."
Okam said seriously:
"When you came to the expeller, I said that your arrival is glorious to me. Now that time is tight, we are approaching Comoros, the early reconnaissance of the Fourteenth Legion shows that they are about to have a big move in the near future, and we must figure out why they are coming before they complete their goals... I have to get a vaccination, and if necessary, we will likely fight against the common enemy with the alien."
Philo Rona finally raised his head and looked at the raid commander with his eyes, and besides him, more than one Space Marine was present to move uneasily.
"Our employers actually have two instructions, one is to investigate the operational goals of the Fourteenth Corps, and the other is to prevent them from achieving their goals as much as possible."
Occam paused, and as he looked around the face of Alpha, the weight in the words faded away.
These people are all warriors he carefully selected. He has never been a quantity-first concept. The earliest expeller had only 6 warriors, and he could still achieve his goal.
He has always insisted that military strength is more important than energy, but because of the lessons learned last time, he realized that too few people would also cause the tactics to become passive, so he recruited more than fifty soldiers in large quantities.
These people are elites in the Alpha Legion, some are good at harassing large groups of enemies, some are good at creating chaos, and some are specialized in alien hunting. Now they are all ready to go on missions.
As Okam looked around the room and glanced at his Space Marine's expression when he received the command, he saw Philo Rona's hunchback sitting in the shadow of the distant corner.
The wizard's hood covered his face, and there was no trace of the plain black blouse, but Okam immediately recalled all the background of the warrior.
As the assault commander looked at him, a light flashed through Philo Rona's eyes, making them shine like the eyes of beasts deep in the jungle.
【Hello, no real person】
Philo Rona's thoughts calmly and gently entered Occam's will.
【Is there any problem?
Okam nodded slightly, responding to the greetings 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 shook slightly, realizing that Okam's pause was unnaturally extended.
They looked around and found Philo Rona, then realized what was happening in the room.
After a moment, Okam sighed lightly.
"I can't pursue Abaddon's thoughts, but he undoubtedly paid us generously, all your equipment now, including this repaired ship, and a large number of servants, are not in vain... Our time limit is tight, so there is no room for hesitation or doubt."
Okam anticipated the disgust on the faces of some warriors.
[Authorizes survivors of aliens to the same crime as aliens]
Philo Rona's will was full of mockery, but his tone lacked maliciousness. He quoted an imperial decree from the Great Expedition, a motto that is still engraved in the center of the arch of the Hall of Terra's Legal Department.
Even though it deviates from the current empire, the hatred of aliens is still engraved in the souls of every Space Marine.
"Things are not at this point. I just explained the possibility that if we can have a better way to destroy the plans of the Fourteenth Legion, then we don't need to cooperate with the aliens. We can even teach them a good lesson and tell them what pain is. It all depends on how things develop."
Okam paused again, looking around the face in front of him, most of them believed his explanation, but he knew that it was not convinced by them all, but it took more than just a few inspiring words to convince an Alpha about anything.
These people have inherent suspicion and suspicion. They come from different war gangs, have experienced different tests and betrayals, and have their own fighting styles.
He knew he might not necessarily make them trust him, but he also knew that he could trust their sense of mission and responsibility, and there was no more noble belief for an Alpha.
"We entered the outer area of Comoros in an hour."
After Okam finished speaking briefly, he turned around and strode out of the door, allowing the soldiers to think and communicate with each other.
After leaving everyone, the untrue person came to his room. Although deception was common for him, he told the warriors who trusted him as truthfully as possible.
But this thing-
He could not tell anyone about this matter.
Accepted Abaddon's employment and came to Comoros, everything contained a personal purpose.
Open the wall's dark lattice, take out a heavy metal box, Occam slowly opened it-