Using Black Goo as Bait!

The torture inflicted by the Primaris Space Marine, Company Commander Albert, lasted for nearly seven days, allowing Alvin to experience firsthand the unspeakable pain that even a nobleman could endure!

From the moment he opened his eyes each day, Elsa would drag him to the training ground, where he would be subjected to swordsmanship training, firearms training, combat training, and so on, all from Albert.

After a long and arduous training session, Alvin was finally able to catch his breath and immediately asked Elsa for permission to go out for a while.

Elsa wanted to follow, but he firmly refused.

After all... this is something that can't be done in the open.

Fortunately, after consulting with Horn, Elsa reluctantly agreed to Alvin's request to travel, on the condition that he not leave the Upper-hive and that he bring a tracking device.

It's not for surveillance; the main function of the positioning device is to allow Alvin to immediately deploy Teleportation Beacon when he encounters danger, so that Astartes in space orbit can provide assistance.

After leaving the Governor's Mansion, Alvin deliberately circled around a few times to make sure no one was following him before arriving at a Forge Factory.

Deeper into the Forge Factory, a Servitor Skull emerged from the shadows, emitting a red scanning beam. "Visitor confirmed... Alvin Valshius, please follow me."

The Servitor Skull led the way, with Alvin following closely behind.

Led by the Servitor Skull, we arrived at an extremely secluded room. After verifying and opening the gate, we found ourselves inside a Laboratory.

Alvin strode inside and met an "old friend": Lord Rosales, the Grand Sage of the Dark Adeptus Mechanicus.

"Your Excellency, Grand Sage, good afternoon."

Alvin gave a very elegant bow, a standard aristocratic gesture.

In the past few days, aside from being tormented by Albert as usual, he spent the rest of his time learning a lot about aristocratic etiquette from Elsa.

"I've heard about the assassination attempt." Rosales put down his research, turned to look at Alvin, and after confirming that he was alright, his tone softened slightly. "To actually get Chaos to send a Daemon assassin, I knew I hadn't misjudged you."

This alone proves that Alvin's value is far greater than that damn Planetary Governor's!

"I should be thanking you. If it weren't for your gift, something terrible might have really happened this time." Alvin still felt lingering fear as he recalled the assassination attempt that day.

If it weren't for the "Armor of Vows" that blocked the assassin's first wave of attacks, he probably wouldn't have had time to react before meeting the Emperor Lord.

Looking back now, I'm so glad I didn't give up on the Armor of Vows because of the "cross-dressing" issue!

"I like fair trades. Trading an unwanted suit of armor for knowledge of Necron seems worthwhile to me."

Rosales gripped his scepter, letting out a somewhat sinister laugh, and then said, "There's something I think you might be interested in. I went to explore that Necrons tomb you mentioned, but unfortunately, I didn't find any hyperdimensional space. Presumably, the owner of that tomb is currently asleep."

Well, well, well, as expected of Tech-priest, he always knows how to find new ways to court death!

Alvin couldn't help but give him a thumbs up. It was fortunate that the Necron tomb hadn't awakened, otherwise, they would have had to fight another battle!

"Don't worry, I know what you're worried about." Rosales looked at Alvin's strange expression and naturally guessed his thoughts. He smiled darkly, "I'm not foolish enough to provoke an unknown overlord, at least not before I'm fully prepared."

That's good. Alvin breathed a sigh of relief. He was so afraid that the Tech-priest would lose his temper and wake up the Necron.

God knows what level of Necron slumbering in that tomb truly is.

Who knows, it might even turn into a "dynasty," and then things will get really interesting!

"When I sent my Servitor to explore the outer perimeter, they discovered something interesting."

Rosales said meaningfully, waving his scepter to project an image. "It seems this guy is plotting to awaken this slumbering tomb of the Necrons."

In the video, Alvin suddenly saw a very familiar figure: Garken Hadley!

After that bastard escaped from the Ecclesiarchy Temple, he was relentlessly pursued by the Space Marine, but to no avail. Who would have thought he'd end up in the Necrons!

Moreover, it seems they are trying to find an entrance to the hyperdimensional space and awaken this sleeping tomb of the Necrons!

Alvin, seething with hatred, glared at Garken and gritted his teeth, saying, "Thank you very much this time, Lord Rosales. I will have someone take care of him!"

"You're welcome. As a collaborator, I don't like unstable factors." Rosales also disliked Garken.

After all, he had been tricked by this guy for a long time and ended up getting nothing, but instead losing two Daemon Engine. He was hoping someone would take care of this trouble!

"Your Excellency, the Grand Sage Rosales, thank you very much for the information you provided." Alvin took out a glass container the size of a fingernail from his clothes, carefully handed it over, and said with a smile, "As a token of my gratitude, I hope this... will satisfy you."

"This is?"

Rosales used his Prosthetic limb to hold the tiny container close to his eyes, examining it closely. The container contained a viscous, black liquid. His voice suddenly became urgent. "This thing... where did you get it?!"

What could excite a Grand Sage of the Adeptus Mechanicus so much must be the most advanced biotechnology of the Engineers from the Alien World... Black Goo!

Rosales scanned the liquid in the container and was shocked to discover that the substance actually contained... extremely complex biological genetic programming. According to calculations from the Servitor Skull, even a single drop was enough to alter the genes of an organism!

In today's Imperium, this is absolutely taboo!

It's no exaggeration to say that although he doesn't have a deep understanding of biological genetics, if he were to take it back and hand it over to Grand Sage in the Dark Adeptus Mechanicus who specializes in genetic biology, he could definitely obtain astonishing knowledge in return!

"Your Excellency Rosales, this substance is called 'Black Goo,' and its primary function is to modify the genes of living organisms."

Alvin smiled and cast his bait; now, all he had to do was wait for the fish to take the bait.

Rosales clearly guessed Alvin's intentions, but he didn't mind taking the bait. Suppressing his burning desire, he looked at Alvin and asked, "What... do you want?"

"Consider this Black Goo a gift."

Alvin wasn't in a hurry and said with a smile.

"No, you understand what I mean." Rosales wasn't satisfied with such a tiny bit of "Black Goo"; he wanted more to seize greater benefits within the church. So he stated bluntly, "I need one hundred milliliters of 'Black Goo,' and as a price... what do you want?"

"I want..."

Alvin paused slightly, then, under Rosales's pleading gaze, slowly said, "Ten uncontaminated Gene Seed, and data on Space Marine modification surgery!"

Just a few more chapters, and we'll be heading to the next world soon!