The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Just as Occam spoke, a faint applause sounded, followed by a voice with a peculiar rhythm.

“I never thought a human could have such a humorous...artistic talent. Occam the Unsubstantiated, if not for your race, I would definitely invite you to join the troupe. Actually, does it even matter?”

Amidst laughter, countless colorful balloons suddenly rose in the blood-stained and shadowy building, exploding one by one, scattering a large number of confetti and streamers.

Only then did Lana realize that there were already a dozen slender figures around, all wearing exaggerated masks and colorful costumes, but their figures and movements betrayed their identities—Aeldari.

The leader of the Frost-Star Twilight Troupe appeared behind Occam, swaying, with his hands on his shoulders, his black and white masked face peeking out from behind his left shoulder.

“So, care to consider it?”

“Spare me, working for your Phoenix King is tiring enough, I don't have the energy to perform for him again.”

“Hahaha! Then thank you for preparing such a good script for us; its name will be 'The Song of the Donkey and the Blind Girl'!”

At this moment, Hadrack was furious and directly swung his war scythe to chop at Occam, but he had only taken half a step when he felt something drift past him, so he stopped abruptly and swung.

However, he hit nothing.

Suddenly, he noticed a box at his feet, a pink box, beautifully packaged with a purple ribbon.

At the moment the Crowned General was stunned, the box suddenly opened!

In the blink of an eye, Hadrack disappeared, along with the box, and the receding laughter of the Harlequins.

Lana watched all of this, she did not act rashly, because she knew that with her current equipment, she could not escape the Aeldari's pursuit.

At this moment, Occam walked up step by step, stepping on the paralyzed body of the Necron spider, and came to her, then sighed softly.

“So...Tech-Priestess, make your decision.”

Lana looked at him, she knew what these things were, she had not forgotten to collect the knowledge she needed when killing those Mechanicus priests.

The Imperium, humans, Space Marines, she already understood them well enough, so she coldly replied:

“It's laughable that the so-called glorious Astartes of the human Imperium are actually servants of the Aeldari.”

Occam held up three fingers.

“Three mistakes in one sentence, it seems your logical thinking ability cannot keep up with your technical ability.”

“What mistakes?”

“First, I am not an Astartes of the human Imperium, I told you, I am Alpha. Second, I am not a servant of the Aeldari, I am just helping that Phoenix King, and his identity is similar to mine. Third, I have been following you for nine days, and I had seventeen opportunities to capture you, but I didn't, because I was curious about where you could run to alone, so I don't think I'm laughable either.”

“You! What are you going to do? This is a Necron matter, this thing is worthless to you.”

“Whether it's valuable...is not up to you, nor me, but the Phoenix King.”

“I won't hand it over to the Aeldari.”

“Alas, as if you have a choice.”

Occam shook his head, and at this moment, an inconspicuous red scarab suddenly crawled out of a crack in the ground, then opened its back to reveal a complex device, and instantly a wormhole flashing with dim green light appeared.

A Necron with a staff and a ghostly head poked half his body out, and then his gleaming eyes immediately locked onto Lana.

Then, a biological smirk vaguely appeared on the smooth metal face, and he waved his hand crookedly.

“Hi, Princess Lana, need any help?”

As a result, Lana looked as if she had seen a ghost, crossed her arms and took two steps back, almost falling off her Necron spider.

“Trazyn! How could you”

Occam didn't seem surprised at all, instead, he left his spot, walked to the shelf, picked up his cigar again, took a puff, and then said:

“Don't you understand? He has been waiting for you to leave this place...but I interrupted him, so he had to show himself; he is the oriole.”

“What—”

Trazyn turned his head and waved to Occam as well.

“Long time no see, Son of the Hydra, Mr. Occam the Unsubstantiated.”

“Hello, Overlord of Solemnace, Lord Trazyn the Infinite, long time no see, it is comforting to see you so healthy and still full of zest for life.”

Trazyn let out two dry laughs, then stepped out of the wormhole.

“Does Sotha know about this thing?”

Occam spat out smoke and shook his head.

“He doesn't know yet, he's busy using his power to slaughter the nobles of an entire dynasty.”

After hearing this, the light in Trazyn's eye sockets flickered slightly, and then he whispered in an almost self-deprecating voice:

“Isn't this going too far? You have to advise him...”

“Advise, ha, you overestimate my energy, and besides.”

Occam chuckled and flicked the ashes of his cigar.

“It's just a dynasty, are you afraid of attracting the Silent King? Or...can't you bear to see your kind being eliminated? I don't remember you having any compassionate ideas.”

“The Lais Dynasty...is slightly special.”

“The Overseers of the Oros Dynasty, right? If I'm not mistaken, that dynasty has a Flayer shard.”

Trazyn examined Occam, and after a moment of silence, said:

“Just like in the past, you are good at guessing, Occam.”

Then the Infinite One changed the subject.

“When did you develop this taste?”

Occam was taken aback, then held up the cigar.

“This? Your nose is sharp, Trazyn. I don't like this, but this isn't ordinary tobacco; it's the Eternal Court's imperial product. It is said that the plants used as raw materials only grow one leaf every thousand years, and it takes three leaves to make one of these, and only one world can produce it. The effect is indeed powerful, it can help me concentrate and speed up my thinking. Maybe Sotha knows that I work hard for him, so he brought me a few when he came back from the Royal Court.”

As he spoke, he pointed to a shallow golden mark in the middle of the cigar, which was the symbol of a burning phoenix.

“I like to call it Phoenix Brand.”

“Would you mind giving your old friend one?”

“Ha, if anyone else asked me, I definitely wouldn't give it, but who told us to be so familiar?”

Occam opened the storage box on his arm, took out one and threw it to Trazyn from afar. The cigar drew an arc in the air and was finally gently held between the Infinite One's fingers.

After examining it carefully, he nodded and put it into a small metal box on his waist.

“Hmm, thank you for giving me a very valuable collectible. Where were we?”