The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"No matter what tricks you have, I can kill you again!

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Taking three steps and taking two steps, Occam, who was already a little frantic, jumped over the bunker in front of him to resist the gunfire, poured his power into the power sword waving in his palm, and charged forward at a rapid pace.

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Suddenly, a ferocious face burst out from the darkness and rushed towards Occam.

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For a split second, Occam mistook the ugly half-human, half-bull face for some kind of grotesque helmet.

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"Vobor!"

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Occam was almost stunned when the Captain of the Word Bearers Warband Vargar's Touch appeared in front of him again.

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Then subconsciously pulled the pistol in his palm, the traitor did not dodge or dodge, let the blue-blue electric light turn half of his face into flying ashes, the momentum of the charge did not waver, the enchanted warrior laughed wildly and forced Occam to the ground. Take a few steps back.

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This half-demon is tall and strong, even making Occam look thin and thin, covered in blasphemous heavy armor full of spikes, like a corrupt and sharp human-shaped heavy tank.

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The sheer effect of size and weight suppression is irrefutable, successfully slowing down Occam's forward charge.

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The raiding commander responded calmly, clenched his sword tightly in his backhand, twisted his waist and walked, slashing the traitor warrior's neck one by one, throwing his head into a dull haze.

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Occam, who was bathed in blood, was refreshed, and his blade was aimed at another traitor who charged at him with a giant sword.

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He also knew that guy. It was the first acolyte Phil, and the weapon in his hand was the Devil's Blade "Gorhastragg."

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The Word Bearer laughed wildly, and also held up the two-handed sword in his palm that looked like a smiling dragon, intending to smash the opponent's head into flesh.

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Occam raised his sword to resolve Mengyao, and raised his foot to hit the traitor's heart. He kicked the opponent back and forth again and again, fell to the ground, and was beheaded by a sword before he got up.

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At this time, the battle between the ruins was very chaotic. The armors of the two sides were almost the same, and it was difficult to distinguish each other.

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But suddenly, a voice sounded in Occam's mind, it was Philo Ronana.

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"Assault Commander, we were tricked by aliens."

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Then, a trace of cold logic flowed into Occam's cloudy mind, trying to break through the gloomy noise and mania in all directions.

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Yes, why did the dead come to attack him again?

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He struggled to get rid of the real battle scene around him, trying to figure out what it really was: it was a word, a very obvious answer.

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hallucinations.

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"Illusion?"

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Occam stumbled while whispering, walking around in the still and dust that has not been extinguished - all this is indeed an illusion, and he and his brothers did not really fight the enemy on the battlefield. The second truth that followed came into his mind. Alpha was an expert in the use of deception and confusion. To confuse them, it is not a simple word 'illusion' that can be perfunctory. exist.

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The hallucination in front of him was more like some kind of spiritual invasion - the usual trick of the Eldar.

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However, if it is psychic, it is impossible for the think tank to be unaware, then there is only one possibility - some kind of trap that is triggered.

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What trap can escape their eyes?

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Occam suddenly noticed one thing. Neither side of the war seemed to be using grenades—

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Grenade.

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He blinked, then slammed off a grenade and threw it at the ruins fifty meters away.

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After a bang, all the Alpha warriors let out a low cry in horror.

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The enemy disappeared, and the ground of the entire ruin was covered with horizontal monofilament lines, like a huge net woven by some kind of large insect, which shimmered in the light of the dark sun.

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Then, with a hiss of air being expelled, they shrank back.

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Occam gritted his teeth in frustration.

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"I'm careless, I didn't notice these weird things on the ground before."

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Then he hurriedly climbed the towering pile of ruins beside him, opened his already clear and cloudy eyes, and looked around the battlefield again - the previous Space Marines disappeared, and the light and agile aliens took their place, in the anxious Jumping through the battlefield.

They are dressed in absurdly colorful feathers, like a group of weird clowns wearing smirking masks, performing a big show to the fullest, reciting impromptu poems embroidered with gold knots with a sweet laughter that is flat and undulating.

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"Ah, the protagonist comes in."

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A whisper suddenly exploded in his ear, and Occam turned around quickly.

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With colorful robes unfolding around the light body, Occam felt threatened and quickly backed away. The next second, a sharp blade swept past, almost beheading him.

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He raised his hand to fire, and the explosive projectile was fired, but was dodged by the Harlequin with a swaying graceful gesture.

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The single horn, who had attacked once before, steadied his dance steps and bowed deeply. His colorful windbreaker brushed across the dusty ground and continued to dance. The other harlequins applauded warmly to accompany the dance.

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"The lingering dog thing!"

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Occam scolded him, raising his sword to fend off the sharp edge of the attacker who was charging at his throat.

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But the other party's white mask, slender nose and stiff smile made him have no idea whether the creature understood what he meant, and the harlequins surrounded him and turned at an astonishing speed.

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Suddenly, a blade sparked on his shoulder armor, and Occam slammed the opponent with the sword, but the latter did a backflip calmly.

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The applause kept ringing in the harlequin audience walking in the mixed-colored clothes. Under the frustration, Occam gritted his teeth and restrained himself from chasing the creature.

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The single horn slowly circled him, and the mask's delicate smile seemed to mock him.

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Hand over the enemy...hand over the enemy...Ingel...Ingel...

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"It's noisy!"

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Facing an exasperated Occam, the aliens bowed mockingly to him.

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At this moment, a burst of psychic energy came, and the unicorn swirled and retreated.

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"Assault Commander, maybe we have to leave, either retreat or advance!"

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When Philo Rona released his psionic energy to the messy harlequin, he said in a deep voice:

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"Fighting them is like shooting shadows."

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Occam knew that the other party was right, and they would not have any results in entanglement with each other here, so he decisively ordered:

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"Alternate cover, move forward!"

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Soon, the Alpha warriors started to move, but the terrain inside the ruins was bumpy and bumpy~www.readwn.com~ Countless towering dilapidated stone slabs and large and small building remnants were piled up, making it difficult for everyone to walk.

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The harlequin was not affected in the slightest. The figure that flickered and moved between the ruins was like a feather. The sharp and sharp fractures of the ruins turned into afterimages under the continuous leaping feet. The skill is not a problem.

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Relying on years of experience in complex terrain operations, Occam can move freely between broken tiles and rubble. At the same time, the auxiliary sensor of the helmet locks the every move of the surrounding aliens, and projects a large amount of intelligence information on the retina.

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Even so, the Spirit Race still clings to their team, neither aggressively attacking nor escaping, it seems that they are trying to drag them.

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After running for a few hundred meters, Occam jumped lightly, jumped over a crumbling iron wall, quickly crossed the main road, and went straight into a winding and narrow road. As long as they crossed here, they would be able to reach Go to the small portal in Central City.

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"Spread left and right."

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Occam whispered to the communicator:

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"Don't let go of any aisles and dark alleys, always pay attention to the air conditions, and don't let the opponent's illusions work again."

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The Alphas changed the pace of their actions, cautiously choosing their way forward in the dim wreckage, scanning every move in the ruins with their weapons, and passing through the circles of ancient buildings.

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