The Show Was About to Begin!

What makes Tzeentch so disgusting is his omnipresence.

He is like Daemon who peers into people's desires, always able to strike at your weak points when necessary, making the Alvin aware of the trap, yet forced to enter into it.

But at least, it confirmed one thing for Alvin.

The escalating conflict between the Samhan Ark Eldar is undoubtedly orchestrated by Tzeentch in the shadows. The entire scheme is set up for Alert Star, and Tzeentch's attempt to intervene and alter the future outcome will inevitably lead to a showdown with this sixth man, Tzeentch!

Fortunately, Governor Lucien wasn't entirely foolish.

With Lucien's words in mind, Alvin was somewhat confident that even if things got too out of hand, he wouldn't be unable to handle it, since Agamemnon would be there to back him up!

The following day... all parties began to stir with activity.

The 47th Antrel Lion Regiment, aboard Valkyrie Transport, was ready to parachute in at any moment. Vennidar dispatched the 35th Regiment, which was stationed on the perimeter as ordered.

Soon, Alvin led the Kill Team and Elsa to the observation position, which was about two hundred meters away in a straight line in a tall building.

This is an excellent observation point. From a battlefield perspective, it ensures safety while providing a clear view of any movement in the target area, and evacuation will not be greatly hindered.

Clearly, the Vannadan Son Cult had spread the word before the speech began, and a large number of civilians had gathered there.

He finally saw Vanadan Firemark.

A strange-looking man, with an older appearance, surrounded by Psychic Power, and his face covered in paint, walked into the crowd step by step, and wherever he went... the common people automatically made way for him.

It's clear that the Vannadan Son Cult have a good reputation in Middle Hive, at least in the eyes of the common people, much better than those damned nobles.

Surrounded by the crowd, Vanardan Firemark subtly turned his head, his gaze drifting towards Alvin's direction.

But he quickly looked away, raised his arms and shouted, "In the name of the Children of Vardan, bring blessings to all beings!"

The speech began.

Sects that believe in Tzeentch often possess exceptional oratory skills and are full of seductive language. With a little Psychic Power, they can easily break down people's weaknesses.

His highly persuasive speech quickly won over the common people. At a glance, thousands of people became increasingly agitated by his words, gradually turning into accusations and Corruption against the corrupt nobles, the decadent Imperium, and the incompetent rulers!

One sound after another, like a raging storm, grew ever more intense!

"Lord Alvin, aren't you going to stop them?!"

Standing beside Alvin, Vennidar, could no longer bear it any longer. Veins bulged on his forehead. "These damned heretics dare to insult the Imperium!"

Looking at the street submerged by crowds, filled with emaciated commoners who seemed to have been drained of all their value by the nobles and were so weak that they could be easily blown over by a gust of wind, Alvin didn't know what to say.

He really wanted to say... were those people wrong?

No, the fault doesn't lie with those people, but with the Imperium nobles who live in magnificent palaces yet remain as greedy and corrupt as pigs. If it weren't for their greed, how could the common people have become like this?

Is it Tzeentch's language that is so seductive?

No, it's not.

To be precise, what truly seduces ordinary people is the most basic idea... to live!

"Your Lord Alvin!"

Vennidar's tone hardened further. "No, ignore it." Alvin's gaze turned slightly cold as he glanced at the agitated Vennidar: "Don't forget the orders Governor Lucien gave you."

Under Governor Lucien's orders, Vennidar could only sigh helplessly in the end.

The fervent, inflammatory speech continued. Alvin, as Psyker, could clearly sense that waves of warp Warp, stirred up by the crowd's heightened emotions, were seeping into the hive's fortress-like shield from the Great Rift like a turbulent current.

However, an unexpected situation occurred.

The Samhan Ark Eldar, who should have appeared, have yet to show up!

"Have the Astra Militarum Legion retreat."

Alvin's tone was icy as he issued his first order.

What?!

Upon hearing this order, Vennidar even doubted whether the person before him was truly "Chaos"!

In this situation, instead of ordering the Astra Militarum to stop the spread of the cult, he ordered the Astra Militarum to withdraw. What exactly is this successor of Valshius plotting?

"Colonel Vennidar, please give your orders." Elsa, who always appeared unapproachable like an iceberg to outsiders, spoke with a hint of pressure, "Please don't forget your place, Governor Lucien. You are here to obey Young Master Alvin's commands."

Vennidar's pupils were practically spitting fire. He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and whispered angrily, "Yes, sir!"

His current thought is to see what tricks this heir is planning to play!

Soon, the 35th Regiment of the Astra Militarum, which had surrounded the Helian District, withdrew. Apart from the Stormtrooper rapid reaction force currently in the air, the entire district was almost completely undefended.

Just then, a piercing shriek suddenly came from the sky.

The sound was like air being sliced by a sharp knife, and three streaks of blood-red light flashed by like lightning!

Gazing at the three streaks of light, Alvin's tense nerves finally relaxed, and a smile appeared on his lips, "They've finally arrived."

They're here? Who's here?

Vennidar was quite shocked; it was as if he had known all along that someone would come.

But what happened in the blink of an eye immediately caught Vennidar's attention.

Three figures leaped down from those three incredibly fast, crimson streaks of light. They were clad in scarlet armor, but judging from their attire and style, they were definitely not from any of the Imperium's forces!

They wore skull-like, enveloping helmets and streamlined armor, granting them exceptional agility. Their bodies were no different from humans, but they were far faster and more deadly!

The three figures were clearly battle-hardened warriors. After leaping from the flat, boat-like aircraft, their target was quite clear: they headed straight for the cult leader in the center of the crowd, who was spreading incitement and causing Warp turbulence. Thin beams of light shot from the muzzles of their guns!

However, when the light struck the cult leader, it was deflected by a certain stance.

As if he had already guessed, the Psychic Power around him suddenly intensified, surging and churning like a tidal wave.

Ominous signs in the Warp: flames and lightning intertwine, countless shrieks echo from the void, and a chilling wind carrying malice blankets the entire block!

The performance has begun.

Looking at the Aeldari warriors charging towards him, Vanardan Firemark opened his arms as if to embrace them, a strange smile creeping across his paint-covered face, "Great Lord of Change, your devout son, will put on a magnificent drama for you!"

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