Yellow Skin's Prophecy

When Alvin slowly woke up, he saw Winnie Winslet, a beautiful woman with long, wavy golden hair, wearing a black robe with gold trim.

"Am I... dead?!"

Alvin was dumbfounded. He was afraid she wasn't really dead, otherwise why could he still see Winnie, who was already dead?

You are not dead.

Winnie shook her head and said calmly, "I rescued you from Khorne's Ladder Fortress. This is the Warp."

Looking around, Alvin stared at her in horror and roared, "Tzeentch, don't try to fool me!"

This is definitely a conspiracy by that Tzeentch villain, Tzeentch!

"Winnie is dead. Don't try to fool me with that kind of trick!" Alvin was on high alert, quietly gathering his Psychic Power, preparing for a desperate fight.

"I really am Winnie Winslet..." Winnie was a little helpless, unsure whether to praise his vigilance or slap him to wake him up.

"How can you prove it?" Alvin still couldn't believe it. After all, there were too many strange things in the Warhammer Universe, and one wrong move could lead to being trapped.

"Can this... be proven?"

Winnie drew her Knight Sword from her waist, and blazing golden flames instantly swept out, burning and driving away all the covetous Warp Daemon around her.

The golden flames gave Alvin a warm feeling, as if he had felt it there before. He froze for half a second, a word suddenly popping into his mind. He stared at Winnie in disbelief. "You... you've become Living Saint?!"

"Um..."

Winnie nodded slightly, which was considered an answer to his question.

Holy crap, he's practically Living Saint!

Alvin was so excited he almost lost control of himself.

"Ahem, you haven't forgotten our agreement, have you?"

Adhering to the principle of "if you become rich, don't forget me," Alvin hurriedly stepped forward, ignoring Winnie's slightly annoyed expression, and shamelessly said, "We've been through thick and thin together. Now that you're successful, you can't forget your brother!"

Winnie was furious at this guy's shamelessness. She stared at him coldly and asked, "So what do you want?"

Hehe~

Alvin rubbed his hands together excitedly, unaware that he looked like a fly, and continued shamelessly, "I don't ask for much. Look at you, you're practically a 'Living Saint' now. Why don't you come back with me? There's a Hell Dragon over there, how about you help me cut it down?"

If we could bring back a Living Saint, it would scare the mastermind behind the scenes to death. Just thinking about it is exhilarating!

What Hell Dragon?

One sword strike and I'll slice you to shreds, splitting you in two vertically!

Unfortunately, Alvin's dream was decisively rejected by Winnie: "No, I am the Emperor's messenger, and I only carry out the Emperor's orders. The cult on Losel... is your problem to consider, not mine."

"No, you're already here, it's just a small favor. We're already this kind of relationship, can't you just help me out?" Alvin was getting impatient. He'd finally caught the Yellow Skin, and he really wasn't going to let it go without giving it a good beating!

How could Lao E not know about Losel's situation?

The enemies in this wretched place are enough to form a mahjong table, and there's also a Necron Dynasty of unknown size below. Wouldn't it be reasonable not to send a Living Saint to help?

I need to reiterate this to you.

Winnie's tone seemed somewhat helpless as she glanced at him with her beautiful eyes. "We have no relationship whatsoever. The promise I made to you was made in my previous life. Now... I am merely an agent of the Emperor power, understand?"

Alvin looked at Winnie, taking in her helpless expression, and then, recalling what had just been said, his brows furrowed. "Huang... cough cough, you mean, the Emperor Lord won't let you help us?!"

Winnie almost laughed in exasperation at those words. She retorted irritably, "Do you think you're that important? The only reason I'm here is because the Emperor is trying to stop Khorne's plot, not to save you!"

Alvin chuckled sheepishly. He had thought that the Emperor Lord had specially sent a Living Saint to Khorne's lair to rescue him, but now it seemed he had been overthinking it.

Seeing his apparent disappointment, Winnie hesitated, a conflicted look flashing in her beautiful eyes. After a moment's hesitation, she said, "You... In short, Losel's problem is something you need to solve yourself. I can only remind you... be careful of the mastermind behind it all; his purpose isn't that simple."

Anyway... thank you.

Alvin quickly recovered and looked at her sincerely. "You saved me both times, thank you so much."

"Live well, Alvin." Since becoming Living Saint, Winnie seemed to be able to see fragments of the future. Her eyes reflected the boy's face as she said worriedly, "You must live well, you understand?"

In fact, she didn't tell Alvin the truth.

The intrusion into Khorne's lair, ostensibly to stop a conspiracy, was not wrong, but the key element... lies with Alvin!

In the future she... no, it should be the Emperor's vision, there are three Timeline. In one of these Timeline, Alvin is about to have his head chopped off by the Greater Daemon Skara when, due to intense resentment and anger, he is ultimately Corruption by Khorne's power!

Thus... he directly Ascend to Daemonhood to the status of a "Daemon Prince"!

To prevent this future, Winnie is awakened by the Holy Emperor on the eve of her death and given a new mission.

Of course, Alvin couldn't be told any of this.

"I will... and you too." Although he sensed something strange in Winnie's gaze, Alvin assumed it was a long-awaited reunion and grinned, "Since you can't help, when are you planning to go on a date with me?"

Upon hearing this, Winnie's previous goodwill towards her vanished instantly.

His eyes held a murderous intent, like unyielding, millennia-old ice, staring intently at Alvin until he felt a chill run down his spine, his teeth clenched. "I was just kidding, I was just kidding!"

"You should go back."

Winnie sneered, deciding to teach this guy a lesson.

Snap!

A resounding slap from the Psychic Power.

With lightning speed, Alvin was slapped back into the physical universe.

However, when he opened his eyes, he saw the Terminator Armour and was immediately dumbfounded. "How long have I been asleep? How come the Terminator is out here?"

The Astartes piloting the Terminator Armour was grabbing a Daemon under Khorne's Khorne, pinning it down, and slapping its ugly face down on it.

The scene of blood spurting wildly from the Power Fist, accompanied by the Terminator's maniacal laughter, looked absolutely amazing.

Yes, that's how you hit them! Give them a good beating!

Alvin, who had just suffered enough resentment at the "Khorne" place, felt incredibly satisfied watching it.

Before long, the Terminator had meticulously smashed the Khorne Daemons into a chewy, bouncy meat paste; it was so elastic it could probably be used as a basketball.

Turning our gaze, we see the Astartes of the "Watchers" Chapter staging a one-sided, crushing massacre!

Immediately following, the massive Warp Rift torn open by dozens of out-of-control "Psyker merged with the Warp Rift in the Upper-hive, expanding into a dark scar several hundred meters in diameter that stretched across the sky, like a gaping wound in the heavens, flowing with a torrent of malice originating from the High Heavens!

The demonic army, composed of Pink Horror, shriekers, and Flamer of Tzeentch, surged into the Realspace from that "scar" like a dense tide.

The Daemon on land were mostly composed of Khorne's Cultists, Bloodletters, Flesh Hounds, and blood grinders, forming a vast, blood-red ocean that submerged two-thirds Mid-hive the Central Plains!

It's clear that even though each Astartes Acolyte could fight a hundred men, they couldn't withstand the sheer number of enemies. Even ants can kill an elephant if there are enough of them, let alone those who weren't ants!

"You're awake, kid?"

Tucker wiped the sweat from his brow, spat out a mouthful of blood, turned to look at him, and grinned widely. "Two pieces of news. Good news: you can stay and fight alongside us. Bad news: the Warp Rift has opened, and the upcoming battles are going to be very exciting!"

Alvin was completely dumbfounded.

Aren't these two pieces of bad news?!