The Eldar came and went as quickly as they came, and soon there were only corpses left in the fortress, proving that they had been here, and the passage to Commorragh was also closed, but this would not last long.
Typhons waited for the main fleet, but he did not seem very happy. He was just counting the casualties, while Newcraan Lotis was summoned to the flagship.
"...We repelled them and paid a certain price. The Harlequins are a force that cannot be ignored...Primarch, I must be honest, if those Eldar unite to defeat them, The lair is quite difficult.”
Newkeran Lotis knelt on the ground, reported the battle during this period to the huge shadow on the throne, and elaborated on his opinions.
Then, he raised his head, only to find that the dim eyes under the worn hood were not looking at him. Instead, he was looking at the porthole on the side, seeming to be looking out through the glass. The fingers that were pressed against the armrest of the throne were gently Beating, as if thinking about something.
Suddenly, the demon primarch sighed.
"I have long resigned myself to my fate... I look at this, I look at that, but most of the time I stare into the abyss. This is the choice I make, to abandon the boring little games and put those old worlds and Leave war to mortals and engage in the truly great game."
Then, he turned his head, his eyes briefly focused, and it seemed that he finally saw New Crane for the first time.
"But the game is still a game, and we are still pawns on the game board. So you have asked me many times what the plan is, so I will tell you now that there is no plan. My loving father will arrange it. We will do it." Without any decision, it wants us to enter Comoros, then we will definitely be able to enter, and there is only one possibility of failure... The loving father lost in the game of the gods, but this is not what we can do It’s been decided, but we can’t do anything, nothing can be done.”
Newcrane never realized how empty his heart was without the Lord of Death.
Then, he lowered his head.
"Primarch, no matter what happens-"
Despite all the corruption and infighting, Nucran remained a Space Marine, and deep within his chaotic heart he still possessed a gene-seed that bound him tightly to the will of his Primarch.
Mortarion rose from his throne, the movement of his joints causing dead skin to fall off like the remains of a tomb.
He walked down, stretched out a long and thick arm, and helped the soldier up.
The movement was surprisingly deft, almost gentle.
"I know that by my side, fighting together is the same as before."
He was still smiling, and playfully poked the helmeted Nurgling on the opponent's shoulder with his finger, causing a burst of dissatisfied grunts.
"But I still hope that you can continue to cooperate with Typhon. Although... he may be a little proud, your calmness can well make up for the shortcomings of his character."
Newkeran cannot be called happy about this result, but he will accept it.
"I understand and I will continue to assist him."
As he said that, Newkeran suddenly slapped his head.
"Ah, there's something I almost forgot."
"What?"
"We previously extracted some records of the Eldar, and after translating them, we saw a message. It seems that several Thousand Sons have entered Comoros recently."
"Well?"
Mortarion made a sound of surprise, then turned around and took two steps back and forth, and suddenly laughed again.
"It seems that this game of the gods is going to be very exciting."
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"It is now clear that the target of the Fourteenth Legion is the last daughter of Yin Sha. This seems to be of little value, but our employer hopes that we can destroy their attempt, so the most direct way is to take away or kill Yin Sha
Daughter of Shah."
After spending a day in Comoros and obtaining a large amount of accurate information from Uthvi's undercover agents, the leader of the Alpha warband, Occam the Unsubstantial, expressed his judgment.
"Yin Sha's daughter is currently under the control of the poisonous conspiracy group. It is difficult to get close, but the gladiatorial competition that is about to start is an opportunity. That kind of complex personnel situation is conducive to our deployment."
After saying that, he turned to look at Osama Patton standing aside.
"We need to go to Kane's Bloodbath Fields where the gladiatorial fight is held in advance. While we are figuring out the terrain, we also need to make additional deployments. Have you made arrangements?"
"It has been arranged, but..."
Osama Patton hesitated for a moment, and finally told the truth.
"However, the route must be modified. The original route is unreachable and the roads are under martial law. The only possible route now is to pass through Unbound City, then enter the Dark City, and go all the way up. There is a private secret passage that can enter the center
urban area.”
Occam thought for a moment, and then grasped the point.
"But you said this route was only a possibility."
"Yes... the Dark City is very chaotic. I can't guarantee whether the journey will go smoothly."
Occam glanced at the time and checked with the other party again.
"After thirty-six standard Comoros hours, the gladiatorial battle officially begins."
"Yes."
“How long does this route take?”
"If everything goes well...about ten hours."
"It takes twenty hours to go back and forth, and we still need to spend at least three hours deploying...barely enough."
Occam turned and looked at the Alphas in the darkness.
"Then let's set off now."
Osama Patton prepared for them an anti-gravity box truck commonly used in Comoros freight. This kind of truck is huge and sturdy, and it is also armed to a certain extent. More importantly, it also has a small conspiracy.
The regimental emblem - which Osama Patton secretly obtained from a junkyard.
Although it is not as convenient as a gunboat, it is relatively less conspicuous. At least this kind of vehicle is very common in the free city.
After Occam entered the cockpit, other Alphas also climbed into the cabin. The ones driving were two dementia slaves bought by Osama - somewhat similar to human servitors, but made of Eldar.
Usually used for the most menial jobs.
As the cabin door closed, the anti-gravity engine started, and the cargo cabin started to move, while the Alphas in the darkness remained silent during this process.
After an unknown amount of time, a deep voice said to Occam:
"We can't completely trust these aliens."
Ockham did not take off his helmet. In the dark compartment of the armored truck, the helmet's eyepiece shone dimly.
"Everything is just a tool as long as it accomplishes the goal."
The raid commander answered in a neutral tone, but the other party obviously didn't fully accept it.
"Is our target really just the so-called Yin Sha's daughter?"
"You'll understand everything when we get started."
At a certain moment, Occam felt a sense of unhappiness from the other party, but after silence, the unhappiness turned into submission.