Old Luo: I Shouldn't Have Come to the Guard Star!

Alvin always manages to surprise him!

But this "surprise" was a bit too big, so much so that Rosales was stunned for a full half minute, his brain's processor almost turning into smoke!

Humanity, the Dark Age of Technology, Technology?

These words, when put together, would be enough to cause a huge uproar in any faction. It's no exaggeration to say that they could make the Imperium, Chaos, and the Mechanicus fight to the point of mutual destruction and even burn the stars!

"What... what did you say?!"

Rosales stammered, desperately wanting to confirm that Alvin wasn't joking. "Dear Mr. Alvin, you... you're not lying to me, are you?"

Very well, he instantly became "Dear Mr. Alvin," and he admired Rosales's speed in changing his tune.

"Of course, have I ever lied to you, Lord Rosales?" Alvin understood perfectly well that this guy was afraid of being lied to again, so he smiled and said, "Please rest assured, I can swear to you and to Omnissiah that the source of this information is absolutely genuine!"

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end, then Rosales's hoarse voice came through. "Can you tell me your source?"

Clearly, he still harbored doubts.

After all, something this important shouldn't have been leaked even by the fanatical Tech-priest of the Adeptus Mechanicus. How did you, a "country bumpkin" from Losel, find out about it?

Alvin understood Rosales's concerns, but to drag the Dark Adeptus Mechanicus into the fray, he was determined to go all out. "Then why don't you guess... how a scavenger from the Underhive like me learned about the Necron Dynasty?"

Yeah, how did he find out?!

The Necron Dynasty, the Blackstone Creation —these are the Mechanicus's top secrets. Aside from a select few, even the Merchant Dynasty wouldn't possess such power, would it?

Rosales fell into a deep silence. The computational matrix in his mind was working at high speed, analyzing every possibility, but in the end... an almost impossible, even extremely "bold" idea, seemed to be out of control, and directly occupied his mind!

After eliminating all impossible options, no matter how incredible the remaining possibility may seem... it is the real answer!

"Is it... a revelation from 'that person'?"

Rosales used very careful words, not daring to offend in the slightest.

Although they are the Dark Adeptus Mechanicus, it doesn't mean they believe in Chaos. The reason is simply that they have different understandings of the doctrines and Omnissiah.

However, this is precisely why the Dark Adeptus Mechanicus's understanding of "that" Master of Mankind differs from that of the Martian Mechanicus. They are well aware that that lord is a genuine... god!

From the perspective of other races, that being is essentially no different from the four Evil God of the Warp, and may even be more terrifying!

After all, if you insult the four Evil God, they will most likely ignore you, but... if you insult "that one," it could really bring disaster upon you.

In Rosales's eyes, Alvin's experience could not be described as nothing short of miraculous!

A scavenger who Underhive single-handedly stormed into the Forge Factory, killed those blessed by Khorne, survived an attack by Hell Dragon, then led his men to Khorne's chosen ones, was abducted to the Warp by the Tzeentch Greater Daemon, and miraculously returned unscathed—what could this be but a miracle?!

Combined with insights that clearly contradicted his experience, Rosales couldn't imagine any other possibility besides being the "Chosen of the Gods of the Emperor" who had been given revelation.

As always, Alvin maintained a mysterious smile in response to Rosales's speculation, a "guess what" expression on his face.

However, to Rosales, this mysterious expression only confirmed his suspicions: this kid had definitely received a revelation from the "Emperor"!

Throughout the entire ordeal, Alvin remained silent. In fact, a simple rhetorical question from him was enough for Rosales to conjure up a plausible "explanation" for him.

It feels so good to be seen as someone who's trying to take advantage of others!

For the first time, he realized how useful the title of "Emperor Lord" really was. Alvin decided he would use it more often in the future, wouldn't you say...?

Having completed his "self-strategy," Rosales felt even more awe for the young man before him, unconsciously using a respectful form of address. "Respected Mr. Alvin, what do you wish to trade for this message this time?"

If he finds these creations from the Dark Age of Technology of humanity, will he still need to put up with "Amos" when he gets back? He'll be so arrogant and push his luck, he'll teach Amos a lesson!

"I need a strong force to Diet Guard."

Seeing that the other party had finally fallen into the trap, Alvin revealed his true intentions and made a Lion demand. "At the very least, it must be enough to wipe out an entire platoon of Space Marine."

"..."

Rosales had anticipated this kid's ambition, but he never expected it to be this great. His eyes twitched wildly as he exclaimed, "You're going to betray the Imperium and join Chaos?!"

Elsa is so tired.

She suddenly regretted it; she shouldn't have stayed and insisted on listening to some secret. Now look what happened—her heart almost jumped out of her throat!

When she was with Horn, she had witnessed some deals, most of which were the kind that, if discovered by the Vought, would be labeled as radical or heretical, and dragged out to be executed by white phosphorus for at least three days! But... compared to young master Alvin, Lord Horn seemed far too loyal. If the Vought found out about this conversation, it would at least be Extermination Order!

I'm so tired, so incredibly tired!

Elsa, listening nearby, was terrified, while Alvin remained calm, shaking his head with a smile, "How could that be, Your Excellency Rosales? You mustn't be talking nonsense. My loyalty to His Majesty is known everywhere, from the Segmentum Obscurus to the Segmentum Solar. I can assure you with my own conscience!"

What is conscience...?

Rosales twitched his lips and said helplessly, "Mr. Alvin, your request is too much. It's just a guess. Even if I believe you, how can I convince the people above me to believe your story?"

He believed Alvin was the Emperor's Chosen, but this was just hearsay; why should the higher-ups believe him?

Sending a large number of Diet Guard into Alert Star for such a vague and uncertain matter—any discerning person could see that this wretched place was a quagmire, and once you were trapped in it, it wouldn't be easy for you to pull yourself out.

"I completely understand your concerns, so..."

Alvin suddenly leaned closer, his imposing presence carrying a certain air of authority, and said meaningfully, "To prove what I said, Lord Rosales, how about we make a bet?"

"Bet?"

Rosales was somewhat bewildered; how did things suddenly escalate to a bet?

"That's right, it's a bet, Mr. Rosales."

Alvin snapped his fingers, a mysterious smile on his face, "If you lose, besides agreeing to my conditions, you'll also need to grant me a small request. If I lose... I'll give you fifty kilograms of 'Black Goo,' how about it?"

Fifty kilograms of Black Goo ... Rosales pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly. "Alright, but I want to hear first what kind of bet you want to make with me?"

"Prophecy."

Alvin uttered two words concisely and forcefully.

"A prophecy?!" Rosales looked at him in surprise. Prophecies were not unusual, but only if they didn't occur on the Alert Star.

The expansion of the Great Rift tore the Alert Star's celestial dome apart with Curse Scar, causing Warp turbulence to obstruct Psychic Power prophecies. This is why the Orks invasion was not detected in advance.

To obtain prophecy from the Alert Star... only "revelation" will suffice!

Only Psyker as great as the "Emperor" could forcefully ignore the Stormfront and Ethereal turbulence of the Warp and accurately predict a certain segment of the future!

Rosales instantly understood the deeper meaning behind Alvin's bet: he wanted to use "prophetic revelation" to prove the authenticity of that message to the Dark Adeptus Mechanicus!

"Alright, what kind of prophecy do you wish to make?"

Rosales didn't mind helping him out in this regard.

"The Samhan Ark Eldar will publicly assassinate the leader of the Vannadan Son Cult, who worships Tzeentch."

Alvin's gaze was deep as he spoke slowly and deliberately, "Furthermore, the Genestealer infiltrated the Alert Star, the Commoner Prince Cult, will, in the name of 'Revered Ancestor Dragon,' join forces with the Orks Warboss Kroldaka to conquer a nesting area."

"!!!"

Rosales felt a chill run down her spine!

He thought Alert Star was chaotic enough, but who knew that the Tzeentch Cult, the Ark Eldar, and the Genestealer would all suddenly appear!

Damn, that's way too dangerous!

For a fleeting moment, he even considered whether he should just forget about the Blackstone quest and run away as soon as possible!

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P. S.: The chapter content is correct, only the numbers are wrong. The editor is on break; I'll go find the editor to correct it when they return to work.