[You grip a pale spear tightly in your palm, propelling your crumbling power armor forward.]
[Without hesitation, you charged straight at the enormous, terrifying worm-like monster.]
[A deathly pale Alpharius followed closely behind, gritting his teeth as he rushed out of his hiding place, running desperately towards the Shuttle without looking back.]
[You caught the movement in your peripheral vision. Alpharius sprinting, his face drained of color but his legs pumping with desperate speed. He didn't look back. Couldn't look back. Every second counted.]
[Good. Run, brother. Live.]
[You threw a poison fragmentation grenade at the enormous, terrifying worm-like monster.]
[The deafening explosion splattered a toxin, like leeches, onto the horrific body of the Slaughth, immediately drawing its attention.]
[In an instant, the individual worms, melted and corroded by the toxins, fell to the ground like a torrential downpour.]
[However, countless wriggling worms filled the gap that had just appeared on the enormous body, and giant arms formed from these ugly worms crashed down towards your head.]
[You immediately moved your magnetic boots and dodged into the nearby space.]
[At that moment, extremely savage psionic energy relentlessly invaded the depths of your brain, causing streaks of crimson blood to spurt from your mouth and nose.]
[You and Omegon let out a painful roar in unison.]
[You suddenly realize that your consciousness has become slightly loosened, and you can choose to withstand the psionic attack from the Slaughth aliens alone.]
[You made your decision without hesitation.]
["Hold on, little brother! Victory is just around the corner!" Omegon immediately took control of the powerful body.]
[He casually split the pale spear in two, and instantly hurled a short spear towards the head of the terrifying worm-like monster.]
[Even though the Pale Spear possesses the mysterious property of being indestructible, it has little decisive effect against a single, seemingly inexhaustible, aggregate of alien monsters.]
[The spearhead punched through worm-flesh. Bodies parted. But the creature simply flowed around the wound, closing it instantly. Killing individual components meant nothing when thousands remained.]
[However, thanks to his years of honed combat skills and powerful physique, Omegon managed to hold off the terrifying worm monster for a while.]
[Omegon fought with brutal efficiency. Every movement optimized. Every strike precisely placed. He couldn't kill the monster, but he could hurt it, slow it, buy precious seconds.]
[He repeatedly hurled the Pale Spear around the terrifying worm-like monster, then quickly retrieved it, and at the opportune moment, threw the last two poison frag grenades into the monster's body.]
[Amidst a burst of sparks and explosions, the boiling toxins rapidly seeped into parts of the terrifying worm monster's writhing body, greatly reducing its offensive activity.]
[Fire and poison erupted from within. The creature's movements slowed, became sluggish. Worms died in clusters, the toxin spreading through their interconnected mass.]
[However, at this moment, the suddenly intensified psychic power gradually tore your conscious mind apart.]
[This also made you let out an uncontrollable roar of anger.]
["Ahhh!"]
[The scream ripped from your throat, primal and wordless. Pain beyond description. Your mind was being murdered, piece by piece.]
["Brother!" Omegon caught the returning spear and shouted anxiously to you inside his body.]
[Just then, the roar of the shuttle's engines and the intense buzzing of its automatic cannons cutting through the air filled your and Omegon's ears.]
["Goodbye, brothers..." You, in immense pain, offered your final farewell to Omegon.]
[The words formed with tremendous effort. Each syllable carved from suffering. But you needed to say them. Needed Omegon to know.]
[It had been an honor. A privilege. To share consciousness with such a warrior.]
[At this very moment, repeatedly struck by cannonballs from automatic weapons, the terrifying worm monster, on the verge of death, has projected all its spiritual power deep into the depths of your mind.]
[Your field of vision gradually blurs, leaving only the terrifying worm-like monsters lying heavily on the ground and the Aquila Shuttle soaring overhead.]
[Everything faded. Vision dimmed. The monster's corpse, a mound of dissolving flesh. The shuttle above, beautiful and distant. Alpharius piloting, alive and safe.]
[Worth it. All worth it.]
[Your entire consciousness was violently torn into countless slowly dissipating fragments by the final surge of psychic power.]
[Your consciousness gradually faded away, leaving only a fragment of your spirit unexpectedly remaining deep within Omegon's mind.]
[You were completely engulfed in deep darkness.]
The world ended. Thought ceased. Awareness dissolved into nothing.
[Are you dead...?]
[The question echoed in the void. No one answered.]
[This simulation has concluded, fifty-six days spend.]
[The following are the options that can be retained in this simulation.]
[I. The Pale Spear (???)]
[Note: "This is an alien technological spear that Primarch Omegon accidentally found on a newly arrived, primitive planet during his childhood."]
[Note: "It is said to be a powerful melee weapon originating from the Necrons of the cosmos, but no dynasty's Necrons have ever been seen using a similar standard spear weapon... Therefore, the Necron origin of the Pale Spear is actually questionable."]
[Note: "Perhaps this alien weapon originated from another ancient alien race that has long since disappeared... Ding-dong, suspicion of the Old Ones origin theory is rising."]
[Note: "No matter where the Pale Spear came from, it couldn't stop Alpharius's envy and jealousy of Primarch-level weapons... He even used his brother's signature weapon for years, simply because he didn't have one."]
[Note: "Indestructible, unbreakable, and utterly invincible!"]
[II. Aquila Shuttle (Standard)]
[Note: "The Aquila Shuttle is the most commonly used small transport vehicle in the Human Empire, frequently used to transport various dignitaries and important figures. Its range within the atmosphere is sufficient to reach 2,400 kilometers."]
[Note: "While the Aquila Shuttle can be equipped with a heavy bolter, an automatic cannon, or a multi-laser, a small vehicle without a Void Shield is not a suitable combat unit."]
[Note: "'What's the point of not having a Void Shield! Real men can withstand anything!' an Inquisitor riding a shuttle declared confidently, currently en route to the Dark Angels Chapter for a covert investigation."]
[III. Pigment Control Sphere - Alpharius Omegon's Unpredictable Changes (Primarch)]
[Note: "This hemispherical pigment control sphere is an organ tissue created primarily using Omegon's organ cells, with Alpharius's organ cells as a secondary component."]
[Note: "It appears to have been blessed and enhanced by the Emperor himself..."]
[Note: "Its presence grants your skin tissue the ability to detect and resist various extreme radiations, such as darkening or paling the skin... Its special abilities are unknown even to the Emperor himself. It is said that under certain extreme circumstances, your appearance will undergo special changes, such as transforming into the likeness of Alpharius Omegon?"]
[Note: "'There are three Twin Primarchs... Is there anything strange about that?' Omegon smiled slightly and said calmly to the bewildered Alpharius."]
[Note: "Omegon gave you vague advice: For the sake of the big plan... a mixed bag of good and bad, a roundabout way of showing loyalty!"]
[Note: "A psychic prophecy from the Emperor: Cataclysm is coming; let us do our utmost."]
[This simulation has lasted for over 24 hours, and simulator wear and tear has not yet been accounted for.]
[Simulation cooldown time: 560 hours.]
[Current available cooldown time: 8,043 hours]
[Consume cooldown time?]
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