Terminator's Righteous Iron Fist

While Garken was engrossed in his work as a gold miner...

Unbeknownst to them, several transport planes had already quietly landed, Valshius Family's Kill Team was closely following the Watchers' third Tactical Squad.

Last time at the Ecclesiarchy's Dome Temple, because the target they were protecting was kidnapped, they could only watch as that heretical scum slipped away right under their noses.

The Third Tactical Squad, seething with anger, immediately volunteered to participate in the extermination mission after learning that the target was Garken.

Besides the Third Tactical Squad, there's another big surprise waiting for that "Planetary Governor".

Tarlos, the "Terminator" who participated in the previous decapitation mission, also applied to participate in this mission, for a simple reason: he's holding a grudge!

Last time, that bastard ran away right in front of him, and he was ridiculed by his companions for half a month after he returned. This time, Tarlos was seething with anger and planned to give that damned heretic a Power Fist when they met, so that he would remember what it meant to be Angel of the Emperor!

So, in order to wipe out a mere heretic, Alvin actually put together a huge operation!

If this still doesn't kill you, I'll truly be impressed!

Alvin was full of confidence. To prevent any accidents, he specially put on a full set of "Armor of Vows" and casually picked up the Executioner Greatsword.

With Bio-armor inside and the Armor of Vows outside, he refused to believe that Tzeentch, that sixth brother, could possibly cause any more trouble!

Having made ample preparations, Alvin strode confidently, shielding the Terminator in front of him, and stepped into the tunnel.

"There are signs of human excavation." One of the Astartes crouched down to examine the tunnel carefully, then said in a deep voice, "This guy should be hiding in there."

"This bastard, he's come here to work as a gold miner?"

Looking at the obvious claw marks and digging traces on both sides of the tunnel, even Alvin, with his sharp mind, was a little overwhelmed.

Garken went through all that trouble, specifically coming to the entrance of the Tomb of the Necrons to dig up a grave, and this is all he got?

Wait a minute, does he not know that Necrons tombs are hidden in hyperdimensional space?

Thinking of this possibility, Alvin's expression suddenly became strange. He suddenly felt a little sorry for Garken. He had worked so hard to dig such a long tunnel, only to risk causing landslides, and it had served no purpose whatsoever. He wondered if he would break down if he were told the truth.

Hmm, killing someone by destroying their spirit. Not bad, I can try that later.

As they pondered, the team continued to advance deeper into the mountain, where the damp air felt somewhat oppressive.

Suddenly, a bright light burst forth ahead. Lyon clenched his fist and waved it. Two Astartes silently advanced and, at the corner, spotted their target.

"Come out! Come out! Get out here, you idiot!"

It was none other than the somewhat deranged Garken, frantically digging into the rock face.

He was covered in mud and looked nothing like Daemon blessed by Tzeentch; rather, he resembled a miner toiling away in the Underhive.

Alvin didn't quite understand; it was too abstract. How could a heretic who believed in Tzeentch have ended up like this?

No wonder Tzeentch ignored him; he was just too embarrassing!

Looking at the disheveled Garken, Alvin's pent-up anger and desire to vent suddenly felt hollow. He waved his hand listlessly. "Kill him."

"Shot!"

Lyon gave a low shout and issued the order.

Before Garken could even react, the roaring bombs surged forth like a torrent, illuminating the somewhat dim tunnel!

Crackle!

The explosive flash sent Garken staggering, eliciting a painful howl.

He turned around to his horror and discovered that, without him noticing, the passageway was now packed with people. Besides the towering Astartes, there were even numerous Kill Team flanking from other positions!

Just as he was about to fight back, he was knocked over by Stun Grenade.

Then, the Kill Team, as if they had seen a tremendous "achievement," all drew their monomolecular blades and recklessly stabbed at him!

Despite its ordinary appearance and seemingly no different from other swords, the monomolecular blade's single-molecule vibrations can easily cut through tank armor. With the meager blessing Garken received, it's simply not enough to withstand the stab of the monomolecular blade!

In the blink of an eye, Garken's two wings were forcibly "dismantled" by the frenzied Kill Team.

Before joining the mission, the members of the Kill Team knew very well that as long as they could gain the approval of this "young master," they would definitely be given important responsibilities in the future. So they all risked their lives to fight for a future.

This resulted in Garken being almost destroyed by the Kill Team before Astartes even got involved, merely by providing long-range suppression.

"Wait, wait, wait! This isn't fair!" Garken, already exhausted from the excavation, was suddenly ambushed. To make matters worse, the Kill Team seemed reckless. He became enraged and shouted, "I am a nobleman! I challenge you to a duel of honor!"

Elsa's eyes turned cold, and a terrifying, chilling killing intent surged forth. "You are not worthy!"

What kind of nobody dares to challenge the heir to the Valshius Merchant Dynasty?

Not to mention that he has fallen into Chaos and become a heretic scum, no longer a nobleman, even if he were still the Planetary Governor, he would not be qualified to talk about duels!

However, to everyone's surprise, after hearing Garken's "duel challenge," Alvin surprisingly nodded and said, "Alright, I accept."

These words immediately gave Garken hope.

If he can catch this kid, he can escape from here, lie low, and plan a bigger conspiracy!

"Young Master Alvin!"

Elsa's expression changed drastically. She bit her lip and stared intently at him. "You promised me!"

"Don't panic."

Alvin chuckled and waved his hand, then stared at him with amusement, waving for the Kill Team to return. "You want to fight me one-on-one, right?"

No, that's right!

For some reason, looking at the boy's "gentle" smile, Garken suddenly felt a little scared.

But since things had come to this, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree.

However, Alvin, who had been all smiles just a moment ago, suddenly turned cold, his eyes like an unyielding iceberg. "You thought I would say that, didn't you?"

The sudden change caught Garken off guard, and he stared at him with wide eyes.

Unfortunately, Alvin had completely lost interest in him. He turned and walked coldly toward the Terminator, a slight smile playing on his lips, "Mr. Tarlos, the rest is up to you. Consider it a small gift; I hope you like it."

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance." Alvin tilted his head slightly, giving Garken a cold look. "Beat this guy, and I'll fight you one-on-one."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Alvin!"

Terminator Tarlos removed his helmet, revealing an extremely ferocious smile.

Then, rubbing his massive Power Fist, like Daemon from Hell, he grinned and strode towards Garken.

He wanted to teach Garken a lesson in the iron fist of justice of the Imperium Angels!

I'm so weak, I need some votes to make up for it.