The Spirits came and went quickly, and soon there were only corpses left in the fortress, proving that they had been there, and the passage to Comoros was also closed, but this would not last long.
Typhonse waited for the main fleet, but he didn't seem very happy, just counting the casualties, while Newcrion Rotis was summoned to the flagship.
"......We repelled them and paid a price. The harlequin is a force that cannot be ignored... Primros, I must be honest. If those elves unite, it will be quite difficult to break their nests."
Newcrion Rothis knelt on the ground, reported the battle during this period to the huge shadow on the throne, and explained his opinions.
Then he raised his head, but found that the dull eyes under the worn hood did not look at him, but looked at the porthole on the side, as if looking out through the glass, and the fingers close to the handrail of the throne were tapping gently, as if thinking about something.
Suddenly, the demon primordial sighed lightly.
"I've been left to fate...I look at this and that, but most of the time I'm staring into the abyss, and that's what I've made, abandoning boring little games, leaving those old worlds and old wars to mortals, and going to invest in that real great game."
Then he turned his head, his eyes briefly focused, as if he had finally seen Newcrion for the first time.
"But the game is a game after all, and we are still chess pieces on the chessboard of the game, so you have asked me many times, what is the plan, so I will tell you now that there is no plan, and the kind father will arrange it himself, and we cannot make any decisions. It hopes that we can enter Comoros, so we will definitely enter, and there is only one possibility of failure... The kind father was at a disadvantage in the game of the gods, but this is not something we can decide. We can do nothing, we can do nothing."
Newcreon never realized that the heart of the Lord without Death turned out to be so empty.
Then, he lowered his head.
"Princess, no matter what happens-"
Despite so much corruption and internal strife, Newcreon is still a Space Marine, and deep in his chaotic heart, he still possesses a gene seed that ties him tightly to the will of the Primarch.
Motarian stood up from the throne, and the movement of the joints made the dead skin fall off like the remains of the tomb.
He walked down, stretched out a long and thick arm, and helped the warrior up.
This move is surprisingly agile and almost gentle.
"I know, being by my side, fighting together, just like before."
He still smiled, and quipped with his fingers to poke the Nurgle spirit wearing a helmet on the other party's shoulder, causing a gulp of dissatisfaction.
"But I still hope you can continue to cooperate with Tifeng. Although... he may be a little proud, your calmness can make up for his shortcomings in character."
Newcreon was not happy about this result, but he would accept it.
"I understand, I will continue to assist him."
As he said that, Newcrion suddenly slapped his head.
"Ah, I almost forgot about something."
"What?"
"We have extracted some records of the Spirits before, and after translation, we saw a message. Recently, several thousand sons have entered Comoros."
“Hmm?”
Motarian made a surprised voice, then turned around and walked back and forth for two steps, and suddenly laughed again.
"It seems that this game of the gods will be very exciting."
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"It's clear now that the goal of the Fourteenth Legion is the last daughter of Isa, which seems to be of no value, but our employer hopes that we can destroy their attempts, so the most direct way is to take or kill Isa's daughter."
After spending a day in Comoros and obtaining a lot of accurate information from Usvi's undercover, the leader of the Alpha War Gang, Okam, said his judgment.
"The daughter of Isa is currently under the control of the poisonous conspiracy group, so it is difficult to get close, but the gladiatorial meeting that will begin soon is an opportunity. Such a complex occasion is conducive to our deployment."
After saying that, he turned to look at Usama Parton on the side.
"We need to go to the Kane Blood Slaying Field where the gladiator is held in advance. While we are exploring the terrain and scouting, we also need to make additional deployments. Have you made any arrangements?"
"It's already arranged, but..."
Usama Patton hesitated for a moment and finally told the truth.
"But the route must be modified. The original route is no longer available and the roads are already martial law. Now the only possible route is to pass through the unbounded city, then enter the dark city, and go up the road, with a private secret passage to enter the central city."
Okam thought about it and then grasped the point.
"But you said this route is only possible."
"Yes... The Dark City is very chaotic, and it's hard for me to guarantee whether it's going well."
Okam glanced at the time and confirmed with the other party again.
"After the thirty-six standard Comoros, the gladiator officially began."
"Yes."
“How long does this route take?”
"If it goes well... it will take about ten hours."
"It takes twenty hours to go back and forth, and we need to spend at least three hours on deployment...barely enough."
Okam turned and looked at the Alphas in the dark.
"Then let's go now."
Usama Parton prepared them a anti-gravity box truck commonly used in Comoro freight. This truck is huge and strong, and has some armed forces. More importantly, it also carries the logo of a small conspiracy group - this was secretly brought by Usama Parton from the scrap yard.
Although it is not as convenient as a gunboat, it is relatively not as conspicuous. At least cars like this are very common in unbridled cities.
After Okam entered the cockpit, other alphas also climbed into the cabin, driving two dementia slaves bought by Usama - somewhat similar to human servants, but it is made of the elves and is usually used for the lowest work.
As the cabin door closed, the anti-gravity engine started and the cargo hold started, while the Alphas in the dark said nothing in the process.
After a little while, a low voice said to Okam:
"We can't fully trust these aliens."
Occam did not take off his helmet, and in the dark compartment of the armored truck, the helmet's eyepieces shone with dim light.
“As long as you can achieve your goals, everything is just a tool.”
The raid commander answered in a neutral tone, but the other party was obviously not completely acceptable.
"Is our goal really just that so-called daughter of Isa?"
“When we start acting, you will understand everything.”
At one moment, Okam felt a little unhappy from the other party, but after silence, the unhappy turned into obedience.