In the Emperor's Name, Burn the Heretics!
The sudden assassination attempt caused a commotion among the crowd, but it was quickly quelled by the inflammatory voice of Vanadan Firemark, who used highly persuasive language to shift all the blame onto the corrupt Imperium!
They were greedy nobles, a corrupt Imperium!
The initially fearful crowd, under the influence of those seductive words, once again gathered around the cult leader. Anger, hatred, loathing, jealousy, and other negative emotions burned fiercely like wildfire, attacking the barriers between the Warp and the Materium!
"That's right! That's exactly it!"
Vanardan Firebrand's face, painted with oil paint and illuminated by distorted runes, seemed to have undergone a hideous transformation. His voice remained high-pitched as he waving his arms excitedly. "Rebel! Rebel! Tear those greedy nobles to shreds!"
The three carefully selected Aeldari warriors, who were the first to carry out the beheading, were already seasoned veterans. Seeing that the element of surprise had been lost, they drew their blades and moved swiftly and nimbly, like fluttering butterflies, once again closing in on the cult leader.
"Hahahaha... It's useless!"
As Vanadan Firemark gazed at the three approaching streaks of crimson light, he simply swung his hand, unleashing a torrent of Psychic Power that surged forth like a raging wave, crashing against them.
Boom!
With a single blow, dozens of civilians were crushed into mincemeat.
However, the Aeldari warriors' attack was once again repelled, and the three figures, in a very disheveled state, crashed into the house and were buried by the collapsing ruins.
Just then, several more crimson figures appeared suddenly, like ghosts. One of them was tall and wielded a spear with a sharp and terrifying force!
"Too slow! Too slow!"
However, Vanadan Firemark still foresaw it. He turned around, clenched his fists, and unleashed a torrent of Psykana Flame. The shockwave from the explosion forcefully sent the several Aeldari flying.
Looking at that tall figure, a sinister smile twisted his face, "The Samhan's Warlord, you certainly think highly of me, but... it's not enough!"
The Aeldari warriors remained silent, using ranged weapons such as Shuriken in conjunction with power blades, attempting to find an opportunity to kill with a single blow. Among them, the War-seer Reroll, the best of the best, took the lead.
The spear gleamed, striking like a meteor!
When!
Like metal clashing, it stirred up layers of air waves.
Even as the surrounding crowd was torn apart by the aftershocks, their blood and flesh splattered everywhere, the fervor on their faces remained undiminished. They roared "Children of Vardan" and surged toward the cult leader in an endless stream!
Psychic Power screamed, collided, and exploded!
The Aeldari warriors were cautious and conservative, seemingly constrained in every way. Although they knew exactly how to weaken the Aeldari leader's power, their actions suggested they were doing everything possible to avoid harming the innocent.
Do the Aeldari care about human lives?
No, that's not it. Alvin knew very well that the Aeldari were so conservative most likely because of the prophet Samhan, who adhered to the idea of "cooperation" with humans.
If too many people are slaughtered, the already obsessed Imperium will inevitably turn its spearhead completely towards the Aeldari!
This is both to preserve Alert Star, a place of vital importance to the Aeldari's future, and to demonstrate the possibility of negotiation to the Imperium of Man for future cooperation.
Yes, that's possible.
Aeldari warriors found it difficult to approach the cult leader, let alone assassinate him, and the situation seemed to have reached a stalemate!
In just a few minutes, the situation suddenly became chaotic!
Cults, heresies— Vennidar was completely bewildered. What was going on?
"Lord Alvin... what should we do now?"
Vennidar was horrified by the sudden turn of events.
But what caught him even more off guard was that, according to satellite reports, the Helian District, along with seven or eight surrounding districts, formed a strange symbol when viewed from above!
Anyone with eyes can see the current situation.
The Helian District was pre-marked with distorted and blasphemous runes, forcibly "binding" all the people to them, and using their incited emotions as an external "amplifier" to enhance their Psychic Power!
In other words...
To defeat cult leaders as quickly as possible, we must start from the "root cause".
What is the "root cause"?
The entire Helian block, and even the surrounding seven or eight blocks, were filled with tens of thousands of civilians. They were the "Root," the inexhaustible wave pouring out from the Warp, a wellspring of power filled with anger and resentment!
The Tzeentch used tens of thousands of people as pawns.
If we compare the current situation to a game of chess, then the tens of thousands of people before us are the pawns that have crossed the border river, ready to die for their cause!
Great Rift stretched across the sky, radiating an eerie glow.
Alvin seemed to sense, amidst the surging Psykana Shriek, the Evil God from the depths of the Warp, within that Crystal Labyrinth, casting a playful gaze upon him, as if anticipating... his choice!
At that moment, he seemed to sense a gaze.
Following that gaze, Alvin saw an Aeldari wielding a golden staff, clearly of extremely high status— the Spirit Seer Kailanaris?
Alvin paused for a moment, then guessed the other person's identity. The Spirit Seer Kailanaris was quietly watching him, as if... waiting for his answer.
What's the answer?
He knew perfectly well what was going on. Turning his gaze back to Helian, Alvin had already made his decision. He sighed softly, "Notify the Astra Militarum and the 47th Antrel Lion Regiment to suppress... the rioting civilians, at all costs."
Tzeentch, this was the only choice left for him!
Evacuate the public in advance?
No, even if the civilians are evacuated in advance, it will not change the outcome. The Children of Vardan has been operating in the Hyperion Sector for many years, and his doctrines have long been deeply rooted in people's hearts. Unless the Astra Militarum and the Department of Justice are ordered to join forces and use coercive means to remove the civilians.
But once the crowd is dispersed, who can guarantee that the Children of Vardan won't go into hiding and seek another opportunity to stab the Imperium in the back when it's at its weakest?
Nobody dared to gamble!
This is precisely why Alvin had to do it!
Allowing the Tzeentch cult to run rampant is far too dangerous. Just as the Aeldari prophesied, it must be eradicated!
He is not qualified... to save those tens of thousands of people.
But he has no right to abandon trillions of lives on the entire Alert Star because of tens of thousands of people and ridiculous pity!
Sometimes, you have to admit it.
The Inquisitor's actions, though extreme, were the most correct choice in the obsessed Warhammer Universe!
The Spirit Seer is also waiting for his decision.
Aeldari warriors cannot be tainted with human blood, but... he, as the supreme commander, can do so.
Didn't you hear my command?
Alvin's cold, chilling gaze, seemingly suppressing rage, fell upon Vennidar: "Vennidar, at all costs, wipe out those rioting civilians, and curb and reduce the cult leader's Psychic Power priests!"
Slaughtering tens of thousands of civilians seems like a simple task.
However, Vennidar knew very well the pressure, guilt, and pain he would have to bear to make such a decision, which was almost inhuman and utterly depraved.
Not just anyone can be Inquisitor.
Not everyone is so obsessed as to make the right judgment in an extremely chaotic situation.
At the very least, Vennidar had to admit that he lacked the courage, even though he had long seen how to solve the problem, he still dared not bear the consequences.
"Tell everyone, the order... came from me."
Alvin's face was cold and stern, his voice firm and resolute, without the slightest wavering. "In the name of the Emperor, burn the heretics. If you must harbor resentment, then remember my name... Alvin Valshius!"
"Yes, Alvin... Your Excellency."
Involuntarily, Vennidar lowered his head, clenched his right fist and pounded it against his heart, an indescribable feeling burning like a raging fire!
He looked at the boy and a feeling suddenly welled up inside him.
This is someone truly worthy of being followed!