The Master of Mankind in a Nightmare

Tzeentch the Greater Daemon finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he didn't die at the hands of "Greater Daemon of E." The worst outcome would simply be a few years later in his resurrection.

It's better than being killed by the "Living Saint" and dying completely!

Before dying, Tzeentch glanced at Greater Daemon unconscious Alvin and suddenly had a brilliant idea.

Even though He's dead, it seems like He can still cause some trouble for the Master of Mankind —basically, anything disgusting!

While he was still pondering, before the flames completely disappeared, Tzeentch's Greater Daemon erupted with Psykana Flame, like a crimson spear, piercing directly into Alvin's heart!

By the time Winnie realized what was happening, it was too late to stop it!

A Greater Daemon of rage instantly welled up in her pale blue eyes. Gritting her teeth, she glared furiously at the vanished Tzeentch: "You... deserve to die!"

"Ha ha ha ha..."

As it dissipated, Tzeentch let out a piercing laugh, mockingly surveying the Imperium's forces, Greater Daemon said meaningfully, "No one... can escape the fate woven into their destiny!"

"You've been talking too much nonsense!"

Being ambushed right in front of him was incredibly humiliating for Butzwig. He grabbed the giant axe he had thrown away and smashed the bird's head to pieces.

However, it is an undeniable fact that Alvin was struck by the Psychic Power magic of the Greater Daemon Tzeentch before his death!

Butzwig gripped his giant axe and turned to look at Alvin, hesitating... whether to eliminate the threat!

But Winnie, sword in hand, stood before the Venerable Dreadnought, saying indifferently, "No need to worry, the Emperor will be watching him, Tzeentch's plot will not succeed!"

With the "Living Saint's" endorsement, Butzwig's worries were somewhat alleviated. He looked at the unconscious human boy. "This child... is he important?"

"Yes, it's very important."

Winnie lowered her head, a rare hint of tenderness flashing in her eyes, and said softly, "His future is inextricably linked to the Imperium of Man. After leaving here, you are not allowed to tell anyone about me or him. This is the Emperor's decree!"

To be valued so highly by a "Living Saint," Butzwig nodded silently, and the surrounding Psychic Power flames gradually dissipated after Tzeentch's Greater Daemon.

Not many people witnessed what had just happened, and it seemed that the "Living Saint" had used some methods to prevent the others from hearing their conversation, which made Butzwig feel a little more at ease.

Some of the younger Astartes in the Space Wolves had never witnessed such a brutal scene before. They were so shocked that they were speechless, staring dumbfounded at the Venerable Dreadnought structure that resembled a monument.

As for Albert... to be honest, he's a little panicked now. If he heard correctly, didn't Butzwig shout something like, "Kill him and the Chapter Master?"

On second thought, Butzwig had repeatedly told him not to make his brother suffer.

If that day ever comes, just give him a quick death, don't bury him in a sarcophagus... But then, after being persuaded by the Chapter Master and the Apothecary, he agreed to bury Butzwig in the Venerable Dreadnought.

Fortunately, having vented his anger, Butzwig was too lazy to dwell on the matter anymore. He glanced at Albert, who seemed to be trembling, and gave a cold snort, "Aren't you getting over here yet?!"

Albert fears nothing and no one; he'd even dare to draw his sword and fight the Hive Tyrant. But when it comes to Butzwig... he's genuinely a bit insecure.

After all, in terms of seniority, Butzwig was only a company Company Commander before he was buried in the sarcophagus!

"They're here, they're here~"

Albert dashed over in a flash, managing to force an ugly smile onto his face, which was covered in fat and scars.

Looking at Albert, Butzwig sighed. This kid... at least he had some conscience; he hadn't forced him into the "Redeemer" group. Since his anger had subsided somewhat, there was no need to make things difficult for him. So, in as gentle a tone as possible, he pointed to the unconscious boy beside him. "Take the target back. Don't make any mistakes, understand?"

"Clear!"

Albert carried Alvin on his back, then hesitated, glancing at the "Living Saint" who was still standing there. "Aren't you... coming with us?"

Winnie silently shook her head, her gaze seemingly piercing through the eerie temporal currents of the Warp, looking towards a certain future. She whispered, "No, I still have my duty... Your duty is to protect him."

To encounter a "Living Saint" in the turbulence of the Warp is, in a sense, a manifestation of the "All-Father."

Albert clenched his right fist and struck it heavily against his heart, his expression filled with respect. "It is our honor to fight alongside you. May I ask... your name?"

Winnie paused for a few seconds, then slowly said, "He knows my name, so let him tell you... There's no need to publicize it. I am special."

Special?

Albert and Butzwig were both somewhat bewildered.

I don't quite understand what this "special" Living Saint means by that.

But Winnie didn't intend to explain. She gripped the blade burning with golden flames, turned and stepped into the fierce Warp Storm until her entire figure disappeared.

She is heading to the near future.

On that planet, she will once again... save Alvin Valshius!

From that very moment, their fates were inextricably linked by the Emperor; she was his alone... "Living Saint"!

"Let's go back..."

Butzwig lowered his head, gazing at the Tzeentch Alvin. Considering Greater Daemon's actions, he seemed to have guessed something, and spoke almost casually, reminding Albert, "Kid, remember to keep in touch with him more often; you might be pleasantly surprised."

Albert scratched his head. Although he didn't quite understand Butzwig's sudden comment, he knew his former Company Commander wouldn't harm them, so he nodded. "Okay, I understand."

Khorne, Tzeentch, Nurgle, Slaanesh!

In Alvin's dream, he seemed to be targeted by the four Chaos God in the High Heavens, and no matter how he tried to escape, he could not get away.

From Khorne's Scarlet Fortress, to Tzeentch's Crystal Labyrinth, to Nurgle's Garden of Nurgle, and then to... Slaanesh's Hall of Pleasure!

He traversed the realm of debauchery and sensual pleasures, ventured into the land of unrestrained lust and debauchery, and climbed the pinnacle of power, experiencing the supreme authority to rule over countless living beings!

But in the end... there was only endless emptiness.

In the emptiness that felt as if he had been hollowed out, Alvin wandered aimlessly like a walking corpse until he came to a snow-covered mountain peak, where he saw the radiant Golden Throne and the terrifying figure that looked like rotting flesh and withered bones.

The great Master of Mankind seemed to be watching him.

The next moment, Alvin suddenly woke up from his dream. The instant he opened his eyes, he saw an old man with a head full of white hair and deep wrinkles, staring intently at him.

"Who are you..."

Alvin instinctively asked a question.

Horn gazed at him intently, as if looking at a precious treasure, his face filled with fervor. "Child, I am your... grandfather!"

I'll ask for anything~ I'll ask for anything~ I'll accept anything! It's almost the end of the month, let's make a final push~ By the way, when will my recommendation arrive? I'm getting exhausted waiting.