"I will set you free, Occam, your past thoughts have deceived you."
"What you believe in is not a liberator at all, but an oppressor."
"They turned you into a cripple, both mentally and physically. Since they turned you into what you are now, have you been able to feel any other desires besides obedience?"
"It's all just for servitude! You should be your own master!"
boom--
A sound of shattering metal and a slight shaking made Occam get rid of his annoying thoughts. He then turned around and opened the observation window, vaguely seeing a white, tattered-looking reflex truck parked in front of the cargo bay.
Gravity trolley.
"Tsk!"
With an angry voice, the door of the car opened, and a tall human with weird red hair, wearing a funny pirate windbreaker, a sinewy face and a black eyepatch stepped out of the vehicle. There were also people beside him.
There is a thin follower.
Occam then realized that perhaps the driver was too tired and accidentally rear-ended a white garbage truck.
He felt a little unlucky. To be honest, this place was very desolate, with no one in the ruins around it, yet he could still be rear-ended like this.
"Hey! Bastard! Why are you driving! You can hit me in such a wide place!"
The one-eyed pirate came to the cargo cockpit and patted the cockpit door hard.
"Show me your driver's license, you bastard!"
Seeing no response from the other party, Rozim's voice became stronger, but it did not faze the sluggish pilot.
Now he was even more annoyed. He didn't receive the award, so he ran to Wusu City to avoid being hunted by the Haemonculi. He used Kren's skills to steal a car. Unexpectedly, he was rear-ended as soon as he drove out.
It became flat and the car became like a pig.
"Boss, why does this guy look like a servitor to me?"
After Yin Siwen's kind reminder, Rozim noticed that something was indeed wrong with the driver.
"Servant? You can't just let him drive such a big car by himself, right?"
As he spoke, he turned his eyes to the car.
"The idiot must be hiding in here!"
At this time, the door of the car opened again, and Rataxin, Keren and several Tau people in cloaks also got out of the car.
As for how a car that could only accommodate four people crammed so many people into it, only they knew.
"Hey Hey hey!"
Rozim moved to the back of the carriage and banged the thick iron door hard, making a dull sound.
"Get out of here, you bastard! Otherwise, I'll force the door open!"
But suddenly, Lataxin held his shoulder.
"Stop filming, there's no one inside, let's go."
"Ah? This - hiss!"
But Lataxin suddenly exerted force and squeezed Rozim's shoulder, which hurt a little.
"What are you doing?"
"Let's go, stop asking."
Although he was still confused, Lataxin's attitude was obviously different from before. Rozim realized there was something wrong, so he gave in and nodded.
"Let's go, let's not bother with these bastards."
Listening to the noisy sounds outside gradually fading away, Occam put down the gun slightly, and the Alphas around him had already put their fingers on the triggers, ready to fire at any time.
He opened the observation window and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw those funny guys leaving.
He didn't know why, but when the other party knocked on the door, he felt unexpectedly nervous.
But this is very strange in itself. They are just a few trash fish, so why is he nervous?
Occam couldn't tell, but at least it was a good thing that the other party was far away.
Occam then ordered another slave in the cabin to replace the one who was driving, and then the truck knocked away the scrapped car and continued on the road.
After that, the voice in his head began to eat at Occam's will again, but he ignored it, even though every word it said took root in his soul.
All this stems from the fact that he took the cube with him. In fact, the risk itself was very high, but he really didn't feel comfortable throwing it on the boat.
Not long after the truck drove away, Rozim and others emerged from the darkness again.
"Rataxin, what are your plans?"
Faced with Rozim's inquiry, Lataxin replied with a smile:
"Aren't you looking for Soshyan? Maybe you can do it by following those people."
"Those people...are they not Dark Eldar?"
Lataxin didn't answer, he just looked in the direction of the car and then said something incomprehensible.
"We meet again, Wu Zhen."
Occam, who was continuing to fight the voice in the cabin, suddenly heard another metallic voice coming from all over his skull at the same time, quickly overwhelming "it".
"Look back, this thing is not your master. This creature wanders the Milky Way, feeding on the stars, leaving deep darkness in the sky it passes. Just like you need to breathe air, he lives by deception...
...transcendent, timeless, vampiric and greedy, the specter of doom reflected in the broken realm.”
Occam was horrified.
"Omizar Walker!"
He remembered clearly that he had used a bolter to crush the head of the alien technologist, so why was his voice still heard?
The scene of that day immediately came to mind again——
Under the black pyramid, a Necron science technician was confronting a god.
"Omizar Walker, I know that name."
"I also know yours, Star God, Mephitlan...the Deceiver."
"I thought your poor race had been eradicated from this planet."
"Not quite. I have returned, Deceiver, and I will ensure the continuation of my dynasty, avenge the inorganic alloys of my people, reverse the wrongs that have been done, and crush this realm of lies to pieces."
"Of course, Omizar Walker, but you think you can imprison a god? I am the Deceiver's doppelgänger, and you think I won't be free? There will be no consequences for what you do? I will not be the Galactic
Weapons in the hands of inferior races, Technician, how did you feel when your weapons were aimed at your people? They may have died at my hands, but you were the one who put me back into the galaxy, Omizar·
Walker, don't forget this, never forget it."
"I appeal to all mortals on this planet."
Omizar Walker turned around, raised his hands and said:
"All living, breathing beings, whether your flesh is pure or corrupted, this abomination will end us all. This is just the beginning of the seeds of disaster he has sown through his manipulation of the renegade legions, intent on exploiting our kind."
Technology outside the Galactic Core cuts you off from the Warp Realm. If the Sea of Souls dries up, it will no longer allow your starships to sail or deliver messages to distant worlds, and your talents will no longer be drawn from it.
Power, the tainted will no longer be able to contact those unclean beings! Yes, the storm vortex those beings call home will be swallowed up by silence, and the Deceiver will devour the souls of your race, just as he did mine.
Just like you did before! Destroy him before that!"
After that, it was a chaotic nightmare, and Occam lost all his original comrades.