The Automated Confession Device

From a scavenger who had left his Underhive to the last heir to inherit the family bloodline, it must be said... the experience was truly exhilarating for Alvin.

Hmm... as long as they're not from the Knight Family, it'll be fine!

Alvin wanted to ask more questions, but Aruman told him that he was not qualified to relay the information and that some details about the "Valshius" family would have to be told to him personally when he met the family elder.

Left with no other choice, Alvin had to suppress his curiosity, while feeling uneasy about the family elder he had never met.

Fortunately, he recovered quickly.

Regardless of whether he is a noble or not, with the "Navigator" system, his future achievements will never be lower than those of any noble!

"By the way, Priest Aruman, how's Tucker? Is he badly injured?" Alvin composed himself and asked with concern.

Aruman glanced at him and said indifferently, "Tucker led an elite squad to infiltrate Upper-hive, intending to destroy the planetary orbital defense cannons so that support forces hovering in space orbit can be quickly deployed."

This passage contains a truly enormous amount of information.

Alvin, who was just recovering from his injuries, suddenly felt a bit dizzy. After carefully sorting out his thoughts, he asked, "The Imperium's reinforcements... have they already reached space orbit?"

"They are not reinforcements from the Imperium."

Aruman shook his head and said, "It's the Sword of Redemption's of the 'Valshius,' Conqueror-class Cruiser. As for Imperium reinforcements... we'll probably have to wait a while longer."

After analyzing the current situation, Alvin couldn't help but worry. "Could a single 'Valshius' suppress such a large-scale cult rebellion?"

Why suppress a cult rebellion?

However, Aruman wore a mocking expression and said calmly, "In your uncle's eyes, this planet isn't even as valuable as a single hair of yours. All he needs to do is move you around, isn't that enough?"

Upon hearing this, Alvin opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

In the eyes of the Imperium nobles, it was indeed as Aruman said: even the value of an entire planet was not as valuable as a single hair on some people's head.

Moreover... given Losel's situation, directly relocating the important target is indeed the easiest and safest approach.

Don't overthink it.

Aruman seemed to see the inner turmoil in Alvin's heart and slowly comforted him, "As long as there is even the slightest possibility, the Imperium will never give up its territory. I'm only talking about the worst-case scenario."

As for what the worst-case scenario is, that's not up to him to decide; it depends on that person's choice.

"There's one more thing... I need to ask you."

Aruman hesitated for a few seconds, then finally decided to ask, "Have you... seen Inquisitor Winslet?"

Even now, he still clings to a last glimmer of hope.

What if Inquisitor Winnie, like Alvin, is simply lost and not dead?

But soon, when Alvin handed over the Rose Knot from his bosom, Aruman's last hope was shattered, and he even swayed and fell to the ground.

"It's over..."

Aruman's face was filled with bitterness, his eyes filled with despair. "Inquisitor Winnie is dead, which means... there's no turning back. This planet will be Extermination Order!"

"It shouldn't be that bad, right?" In fact, Alvin wasn't very confident either, and said somewhat guiltily, "I've heard that the review process for Extermination Order is usually very strict."

"That's in contrast to ordinary Inquisitor," Aruman said, sounding somewhat dejected. "Do you know... who Winnie Winslet's teacher was?"

"Uh... I don't know."

Alvin shook his head. He and Winnie hadn't discussed this matter when they stormed Ironstone Town.

"Her teacher was Charles Gransol, who once ordered the extinction of thousands of planets in one fell swoop," Aruman said. "Now, do you understand what I mean?"

"..."

My goodness! Thousands of planets were wiped out in one fell swoop?

Alvin gasped. He could call this the most fanatical Inquisitor imaginable; even Satan would tumble from Hell throne in the presence of this man.

"How about... we keep it from him for now?" Alvin suggested. Although it was highly unlikely that they could fool him, a seasoned Inquisitor could at least buy them some time!

"This is the only way now..."

Aruman suddenly felt that his peaceful days had been disrupted ever since he met Alvin.

He was just an ordinary Tech-Priest, so how did he suddenly become either Merchant Dynasty of Valshius or a mad Inquisitor?

"I'd like to go out for a walk, is that alright?"

Looking at the lifeless Aruman, Alvin couldn't sit still any longer and asked a question.

"Okay, but I need to come with you."

Clearly, Aruman was afraid, terrified that Alvin would disappear again in the blink of an eye.

Alvin naturally had no objection to this.

Once he left the room, he noticed that the entire settlement was teeming with people, with countless survivors crowding into the narrow corridors and passageways.

A shadow of gloom hung over everyone's face.

The lifeless eyes seemed to have completely lost all hope, and a suffocating atmosphere permeated the entire corridor.

Soon, as he passed a room, Alvin saw a group of people under close guard by the Department of Justice inspectors. They were dressed in rags, looked emaciated, and resembled skeletons, which was terrifying.

Those people all wore helmets on their heads, with electrical circuits connected to the top of the helmets. The people wearing the helmets had blank faces, as if they were mentally impaired, and their eyes were unfocused, staring blankly at a certain place.

"Automated Confession Device."

Seeing that Alvin's gaze lingered for a long time, Aruman explained, "It can effectively suppress the rampage of Psyker. If you weren't wearing that necklace, you would have been arrested here by the Department of Justice inspectors and forced to wear that thing."

"I remember, this thing isn't only worn by Psyker are prone to going berserk and unstable, is it?" Looking at the dozens of Psyker present, Alvin felt a chill run down his spine.

Every Hive World has a different attitude towards Psyker, but one thing they all have in common is... an extreme aversion to Psyker. However, it's truly terrifying that some, like the Inspectors of the Department of Justice, wear helmets regardless of whether they are good or bad, or stable or not.

"You're right, but that's normal."

Aruman sighed, pointing towards the Upper-hive, at the Great Rift that had been torn open, and said, "With such a large crack torn in the physical universe, even the most stable Psyker could become a hidden bomb at any moment. Therefore, the actions of the Department of Justice inspectors are completely understandable."

With that, his crimson electronic eyes fell on Alvin, and he chuckled in a low, hoarse voice, "If you weren't 'Valshius,' I would have thrown you in here without hesitation."

Alvin expressed his understanding.

Putting yourself in someone else's shoes, nobody wants a ticking time bomb lurking nearby, right?

After observing for a long time, Alvin was still somewhat uneasy. Pointing to the Psyker inside, he asked, "This thing... does it completely isolate the Psyker from the influence of the Warp and suppress their rampage, once worn?"

"Of course, are you questioning the omnipotent Omnissiah?" When the topic turned to his area of expertise, Aruman's confidence swelled, and he declared proudly, "I swear by Omnissiah, there will absolutely be no problem!"