Forced Overthinking Is the Deadliest (Three-Thousand-Word Special)

Vennidar relayed Alvin's orders to the 35th Regiment of the Astra Militarum on the outskirts and the 47th Antrel Lion Regiment on standby.

The Astra Militarum is the Emperor's army. Although the correctness of orders may be questioned, regimental commanders and Commissar understand one thing better than anyone else: they can question, but orders must be carried out!

Soon, the 35th Regiment focused on the outer streets and began a bloody and brutal suppression tactic, and the entire situation became almost one-sided!

Unarmed civilians were powerless against the Astra Militarum. The dark mass of people was like wheat under a sickle, being harvested and felled in large numbers under the bloody suppression of the well-organized Astra Militarum. The blood almost gathered into streams, deeply seeping into the streets and into every crack of the stones!

Screams, roars, and wails rose and fell in waves!

At the same time, Stormtrooper from the 47th Antrel Lion Regiment, carrying gravity parachutes, rapidly parachuted from Valkyrie Transport and arrived at the combat zone!

Stormtrooper, as the elite of the Astra Militarum, possess unwavering discipline and extraordinary courage. They are often deployed to the most brutal battlefields, sparing no expense to secure every victory for the Emperor!

Each and every one of them is an elite among elites!

Furthermore, all of them are graduates of the Loyalist Academy, and their loyalty, courage, and ability are impeccable. They have undergone the most perfect training in human history. It is no exaggeration to say that every Tempestus Scions, if thrown into the Marvel Universe, would be a living... Captain America Pro Max version!

The originally chaotic situation became much clearer in an instant under Alvin's decisive orders.

The rapidly deployed Stormtrooper were wiping out the rioting civilians incited by the cult with astonishing efficiency. The Cultists hiding in the crowd tried their best to stop them, but unfortunately... this time, their enemy was the Tempestus Scions, the most elite and powerful special forces unit in the Imperium Astra Militarum!

Ruthless and efficient—those are the very words that describe Stormtrooper!

In just a few minutes, the Stormtrooper successfully shrank the encirclement by dozens of times, and the number of rioting civilians was reduced to several hundred, with almost all of the remaining civilians being cult members!

"Order the Stormtrooper to cease their attack."

Just then, Alvin suddenly spoke up.

If this isn't stopped soon, after the Stormtrooper finish clearing out the rioting civilians and cultists, their next target will be those conspicuous "Xenos" creatures!

After all, humans can't distinguish between the Ark Eldar and the Dark Eldar.

"Yes, Your Lord Alvin."

Although he still didn't understand the purpose of the order, Alvin's decisive command had earned Vennidar's respect, and he chose to trust the boy.

Alvin continued to observe the battlefield. The Stormtrooper were indeed the elite of the elite; their discipline and obedience were not just empty words.

The moment they received the order, the entire group of Stormtrooper seemed to move in perfect unison, instantly halting their advance and shifting into defensive formation.

Alvin lowered his binoculars, turned to look at the location of the Spirit Seer Kailanaris, and mouthed, "Now... it's your turn."

The two were quite far apart, yet the Spirit Seer still understood his lip movements and nodded slightly to Alvin.

The next moment, the Aeldari warriors, who had seemed to be slacking off in the battle, suddenly received orders and, led by the War-seer Reroll, charged toward their target!

Due to the suppression of numerous mortal sacrifices by the Stormtrooper and the Astra Militarum, Vanardan Firemark's Psychic Power was greatly diminished, making him unable to easily withstand Aeldari assassinations.

The dazzling light emitted by the laser blast gun instantly formed an overwhelming storm of energy pulses, both obscuring the target's vision and creating conditions for a decisive blow!

Vanadan Firemark had no choice but to use Psychic Power to defend against the enemy's suppressive fire, but again... the excessively bright lasers made it impossible for him to open his eyes.

It's this very second!

The War-seer Reroll, wielding a power spear, moved with ghostly speed, his figure concealed by the surrounding Aeldari warriors.

The kinetic spear, imbued with the force of Disintegration field, was like a death knell from the Grim Reaper, easily piercing through the Psychic Power defense before the target could even react!

Pfft!

The spearhead, dripping with blood, gushed forth from his chest!

Vanadan Firemark's face, covered in paint, seemed to show surprise, but a smile quickly appeared in his eyes.

Although this blow was enough to cause fatal damage!

However, the naturally cautious War-seer Reroll knew all too well just how troublesome those who sided with the Chaos Demons were. So, following the warning of the Spirit Seer, he drew his secondary weapon from his waist: a high-frequency vibrating monomolecular short blade!

However, a bizarre scene unfolded.

Just a second before Vanardan Firemark was about to be beheaded by the Aeldari War-seer Reroll, the cult leader suddenly turned his head and stared at Alvin!

Whoosh--!

The dagger sliced through the neck, easily severing the bone!

The War-seer Reroll severed the head of the cult leader, and blood gushed from the headless corpse like a high-pressure water jet, reaching several meters high!

Glug...

The cult leader's head rolled down the uneven steps like a ball, and when it finally came to a stop, its face was facing exactly in Alvin's direction!

Holding the binoculars, Alvin could clearly see that after the cult leader was beheaded, the facial muscles of his head, which had rolled off the ground, were still moving, as if a remnant of his consciousness was at work.

He forced out a smile that sent chills down one's spine and was utterly eerie. His lips moved up and down, silently uttering a sentence.

"As you wish..."

Alvin read that sentence aloud.

His heart skipped a beat, and his pupils involuntarily contracted. Sure enough, the Children of Vardan was a discarded pawn! Clearly... this matter was far from over!

This is still part of the great plan of the god of cunning and magic. Although he doesn't know what exactly Tzeentch has planned for him, he can at least figure out one thing.

That Tzeentch has completely entangled himself with him!

Alright, alright, first he was haunted by the persistent Khorne, and now it's Tzeentch's turn. If this continues, will Nurgle and Slaanesh be waiting in line to "favor" him?!

Oh, you idiot, why are you just watching?!

In Alvin's mind, it was as if a little figure was roaring madly, "Your Emperor Lord, I have shed blood for the Imperium! I have rendered meritorious service to the Imperium! My ancestors were from the Zhengtian Aquila Banner, so please do me a favor!"

"Lord Alvin! Lord Alvin!"

Suddenly, a booming voice pulled him back to reality from his "raging" fantasy. Before him stood Vennidar, his rugged, stubble-covered face anxiously staring at him. "The Xenos are about to retreat! Please give the order quickly!"

What order is being given?

Alvin, who had been disturbed, glanced at him indifferently.

This statement nearly stunned Vennidar; his mind went blank for a few seconds before he regained his senses.

Looking into Alvin's slightly cold eyes and his ambiguous smile, he seemed to suddenly "guess" something, and the words that were about to come out of his mouth were swallowed back down.

"No... no, it's nothing, Lord Alvin."

Vennidar was horrified, but dared not reveal the truth.

"Vennidar, it's normal that the Astropathic Message equipment can't transmit orders in time due to Warp interference, isn't it?" Alvin smiled, patted his shoulder, and said meaningfully, "Let me give you a piece of advice: some things... even if you guess them, don't say them out loud, otherwise I can't guarantee there won't be any unexpected problems. What do you say?"

Glug!

From Alvin's eyes, Vennidar seemed to understand something, and forced a smile, "Yes, you're right, Lord Alvin. It's all this damned Great Rift's fault... It affected the communication system, which is why the Xenos 'accidentally' escaped."

"Very good, Vennidar."

Alvin said meaningfully, "I will keep my word on the deal I agreed to. It's a pleasure doing business with you, Colonel."

"It's a pleasure doing business with you, Your Lord Alvin."

Vennidar lowered his head deeply. For a moment, he suddenly felt how dark the Imperium was, and that he was nothing but a novice in front of such a behemoth as the Merchant Dynasty!

He was now 100% certain that those suddenly appearing Xenos were inextricably linked to the heir of the Merchant Dynasty, and even... very likely, they were his private forces!

Otherwise, how can we explain why those Xenos deliberately avoided civilian casualties during the battle?

Yes, that must be it!

Vennidar became increasingly certain of his guess, and his gaze toward Alvin held a mixture of fear and reverence.

This is the result Alvin wanted.

He didn't need to explain much; the prestige of the Merchant Dynasty was enough to save him a lot of trouble.

From this day forward, whether it's Lucien, Vennidar, or even the entirety of Agamemnon, everyone will be speculating and wondering whether the Aeldari of today... are truly his power.

As Rogue Trader, I possess the privileges granted by the Emperor. As long as it is for the benefit of the Imperium, even engaging in appropriate diplomacy with Xenos and heretics is within the bounds of reason.

Even if the Inquisitor came, without evidence, he still couldn't do anything to him. That's the weight of "Valshius," the Imperial Blood Merchant that has continued for thousands of years!

Forcing yourself to fill in the blanks is the most dangerous thing you can do.

Bearing the name of Valshius, Alvin's actions, no matter how illogical, will always be scrutinized to determine his true intentions.

Actually, the real answer is quite simple.

But often, the more complex a person is, the less likely they are to believe that others are really that simple; that's the charm of the imagination.

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