Phase One of the Spartan Program: A Warhammer-Style Modification!

The Space Marine program is imperative and requires thorough preparation. Otherwise, if we were to infiltrate the territory of the Styx Eight and try to rescue people right under their noses, especially since they are damned heretics, the difficulty would be far too great.

First of all, the name of the Valshius Family doesn't have much of a deterrent effect on the Styx Eight.

Rather, in Styx Eight's eyes, the so-called Merchant Dynasty were not much different from those Imperium nobles.

The Forge World Styx Eight possesses immense autonomy, as evidenced by its massive Diet Guard, numerous Divine Machine, and Forge World that can be found throughout the galaxy. It is also one of the few Forge World capable of producing Leman Russ Tank.

The gun barrel, recoil damper, and propellant are also high-quality products of Styx Eight. They have received a lot of praise for their excellent quality, accuracy, and durability in battles against Imperium Astra Militarum and Space Marine legions.

Therefore, even the Martian Mechanicus could not directly control Styx Eight. Moreover, these people were focused on excavating the technology of the Dark Age of Technology and researching ancient Xenos technology, which meant that no one knew exactly how much unknown dark technology Styx Eight possessed.

This has led to the fact that the technical assistants of Styx Eight often act in an extreme manner. For example, the frequent earthquakes in the Hongbei section of the Alert Star are caused by the technical assistants of Styx Eight recklessly excavating the "Blackstone" creations.

The arrogant and domineering Styx Eight naturally incurred the resistance of many forces within the Imperium, and his reputation became somewhat notorious and suspicious due to his problems during the "Horus Heresy".

Even so, with the ruling of the Imperium High Lord, the suspicious activities of Styx Eight could at most attract some accountability, but... that was all.

The Ordo Xenos dispatched dozens of Deathwatch Kill Team to invade the Forge World the Styx Eight and launch a devastating attack.

The final result was that all the data and files related to Xenos research in the Imperium Ministry of the Interior's database on the Styx Eight disappeared overnight, and a large number of Diet Guard blocked the Deathwatch, covering up those dark secrets.

Unless Ogryn bites their head off, nobody wants to mess with these crazy Koreans!

Regardless of whether or not anyone can be rescued, this operation is different from the past. There must be a bottom line: we must never let the fire spread to ourselves.

If the Gene Seed is gone, we can find another way.

But if they provoke those lunatics, the consequences, even for Valshius... would be difficult to bear.

"Young master, here are the documents you requested."

Elsa brought over the completed documents and refilled his teacup before quietly sitting down beside him.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Alvin originally wanted her to rest, but he couldn't persuade her otherwise, so he had to let Elsa sit.

As he perused the delivered documents, Alvin's brow furrowed, his expression growing serious as he fell into deep thought.

"Is the rebellion already very serious?"

Elsa asked curiously.

"No, Celerus's situation is better than expected." Alvin put down the data, but his brows remained furrowed, as if troubled by some unresolved matter. "The Diet Guard of the Styx Eight have kept the Orks outside the hive, and the Genestealer inside have been gradually eliminated from the Underhive."

"Then why are you frowning?" Elsa blinked, looking puzzled. Shouldn't she be happy that Celerus was doing well?

"That's how it should be under normal circumstances..."

Alvin sighed, smoothing his furrowed brow with his index finger, and said somewhat uneasily, "But I suspect even more that this is a conspiracy by the Genestealer Cult, a temporary opening created to lower the guard of the Styx Eight."

The Genestealer have been entrenched on Alert Star have been developing for two hundred years. The number of infected civilians and believers is conservatively estimated to be at least several billion to tens of billions, making up a large part of the population.

But the current situation is completely different from the number of Genestealer; each time it's only a very small number... It's like a step-by-step test and lure!

He worried that if Styx Eight couldn't restrain himself and stepped into the trap woven for them by "Revered Ancestor Dragon", then the entire Celerus Hive would be completely lost!

The fall of Celerus is not the main problem; the crucial issue is that the Forge Factory in the Celerus Hive contains a "Warlord-class" Titan... the Dominator Overlord!

If this thing is destroyed, not to mention the impact on the future counterattack situation on the entire Alert Star, the crazed Styx Eight Tech-Priest alone would be enough to cause trouble for everyone.

Don't underestimate the Tech-Aide's devotion to the Titans.

He had no doubt that if the Genestealer really destroyed that Divine Machine, the Tech-Aide of Styx Eight would really go crazy. Living as long as heaven and earth was a bit too much, but it would most likely let the Genestealer and the Orks see what the iron fist of Omnissiah was!

After much thought, Alvin couldn't come up with a good solution to Celerus's situation. He couldn't very well go and tell the Tech-Aide of the Styx Eight that the Genestealer's target was the Titans in their Forge Factory, could he?

Regardless of whether Styx Eight believes it or not, if he dares to say that, those crazy gear-wielding kids could slice him into Servitor Skull in the name of insulting Omnissiah.

This is really a headache...

Sure enough, the Alert Star is a huge cesspool. Once we receive the Gene Seed and implanted organs, and perform the Life Extension Surgery on the old man, we'll climb out of this cesspool as soon as possible!

Go to the Dark Imperium, that's where he can truly unleash his potential!

"Elsa, last night I asked you to contact Carroll. When will they arrive on the Alert Star?" Alvin temporarily put aside Celerus's question and turned to Elsa.

Elsa glanced at the time and whispered, "According to the agreed time, if nothing unexpected happens, Lady Carroll should have already arrived at the starport."

"Alright, let Nelgas go and greet him." Alvin nodded slightly; he had something very important that he needed to confirm with Carroll in person.

"I'll take care of it right away."

Elsa immediately got up and went to inform Nelgas.

I advise you not to go to Celerus.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the side; it was none other than the elusive Hilda.

"Next time you speak, could you at least give me a heads-up?" Alvin's eye twitched slightly; he was so startled he almost drew his Executioner Greatsword. He turned to Hilda, speechless, and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

Hilda plopped down in a chair, having already learned to cross her legs in just a few days, and gave him a lazy glance. "You can't even understand High Gothic?"

Here it comes, the familiar aggression!

Alvin smirked and rubbed his forehead. "Of course I understand. What I mean is, explain to me what you mean by telling me not to go to Celerus?"

"That's exactly why I told you not to go."

Hilda remained as straightforward as ever.

"... You have to give me a reason, right?" Alvin frowned, speechless. "Like, is it too dangerous? Or is there some other reason?"

"You'll regret this," Hilda said earnestly, looking at him intently. "You should know that I foresaw something you'd regret once you went to Celerus." "Something I'd regret? Tell me!"

Alvin immediately sat up straight and asked seriously.

His prophecy was false, but other people's prophecies were true!

Despite the existence of the Great Rift on the Alert Star, which makes prophecies extremely unstable, they are Aeldari, after all. Who knows what methods they might have to avoid the interference of the Curse Scar?

"That's all."

Hilda shook her head and said, "This is the most I can predict; I can't go into any more details."

"... This is supposed to be a prophecy?!" Alvin's eyes widened. The slight respect he had just felt vanished instantly. Was this some kind of joke?

"Otherwise what?" Hilda gave him a disdainful look. "If I could predict things that accurately, I would be a prophet by now. Why would I need to be sent to protect you?"

That's... very reasonable, flawless logic!

Alvin was speechless at Hilda's bizarre logic, and sighed, rubbing his forehead. "I shouldn't have had any hope for you, I was so stupid... So you mean, I'm not in any danger?"

Hilda's prophecy foretold that something he would regret would happen, but the scope was too broad to be sure of exactly what it would be. However, it also indirectly suggested that he himself would likely not encounter any unexpected events.

"It's hard to say."

Hilda continued to shake her head, indicating she didn't know. "There's Great Rift, the prophecies are being severely disrupted, and the future isn't static. If there are any fluctuations, the prophecy's outcome might be drastically different."

"So, you mean... there's great danger in the Celerus Hive?" Alvin asked in a deep voice.

"More or less." Hilda nodded, but her expression remained relaxed, seemingly without the slightest worry. "In short, you'll encounter great danger, so I don't recommend you go to Celerus."

After speaking, she paused for a few seconds, then said meaningfully, "You know what? I predicted that you would regret it, but... you will still go in the end. That's a prophecy. Don't you find it annoying?"

"What if I resolutely refuse to go?" Alvin's stubbornness flared up, and he sneered, "So what if I don't do as you predicted and just leave Alert Star directly?"

"Your Emperor was also a powerful prophet. Did he foresee his own failure?" Hilda said calmly, without any emotion. "The future is indeed changing, but... it will never deviate from the main storyline. Even if you don't want to go, someone will force you to."

"Just as you said, it's really annoying."

After listening, Alvin sneered, "Since you knew it wouldn't change, why did you tell me?"

"Because I inherited the prophet's mantle to see further into the future, to prove my father wrong, and that destiny can be changed." Hilda's tone was tinged with complexity. Her eyelids lowered slightly, obscuring her vision, as she softly said, "My father said you are special, so I want to see... if you can change the future."

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he detected a hint of sadness in Hilda's voice.

Your guest has arrived.

Hilda took a deep breath and returned to her normal demeanor, as if the emotions she had just displayed were merely his illusion.

Then, it vanished into the space and disappeared.

Alvin was left completely bewildered, pondering Hilda's words, until Elsa and Carroll entered.

"Young Master Alvin, how are you?" As soon as he entered, Carroll rushed up to him anxiously, pulling him left and right to look him over, as if afraid there was something wrong.

When Carol heard that Alvin had been assassinated by the Dark Eldar, he was terrified. Carroll was the only heir of his family, and if he died on Alert Star, he didn't know how he would face his old brother Horn!

"I'm alright, I'm fine, Lord Carroll." Alvin felt a surge of warmth in his heart. Carroll's concern was devoid of any personal feelings. He reassured him, "Thank you for Your Majesty's protection. The Dark Eldar didn't harm me."

"I heard you're going to Celerus?" After confirming he was unharmed, Carroll couldn't wait to advise him, "It's too dangerous there. I don't think going to Celerus at this time is a wise decision!"

"I understand your concerns, but..."

Alvin hesitated for a few seconds, but ultimately didn't reveal the prophecy. "But I have a reason to go. Please rest assured, I'm confident I can protect myself."

Just as Hilda's prophecy foretold, either he would go to Celerus voluntarily, or he would be forced to go to Celerus by an unknown fate!

He can't escape!

Looking at Alvin, whose mind was made up, Carroll sighed inwardly. He knew he couldn't stop him. "Actually, I can guess why you called me here."

How is the plan progressing?

Alvin was a little nervous, staring at him with wide eyes.

"Based on the information you left behind, Spartan Program has been initially successful. Ten people have already achieved super enhancements," Carroll said calmly. "Including Tucker, all of them have received Super Soldier Serum enhancements and, based on your biological data, have had basic template Bio-armor implanted."

The Spartan Program was a secret experimental project that Alvin entrusted to Carroll before his departure, modeled after the real Spartan Program, to create a specialized force. It involved developing a unique enhancement serum and Bio-armor based on the Warhammer humans!

Carroll, being Grand Sage specializing in biology, was able to complete the deciphering at an extremely fast speed and then individually modulate the code based on the different genes of each individual.

"Tucker? What's he doing in there?!"

Alvin was somewhat surprised, knowing that the Spartan Program carried a very high probability of death, and he had deliberately kept it from Tucker because he didn't want him to take the risk.

"It was Tucker's own request," Carroll sighed. "He believed that the warriors of Catachan shouldn't die on the training ground, but on the battlefield. I couldn't persuade him otherwise, so I agreed without telling you."

"Never mind... as long as he's alive." Alvin couldn't blame Carroll and could only accept the outcome helplessly.

"It's a pity. If I had more time, I was confident that I could integrate the enhancement potions of the Loyal Army with the Spartan Program to create even more powerful warriors!" Carroll's tone carried a hint of regret, clearly indicating that she was not very satisfied with the first batch.

That's enough.

Alvin's confidence soared. With the first batch of warriors produced by Spartan Program, he would have a continuous supply of more high-quality warriors!

Besides, the universe is so vast, who knows, one day he might encounter a real Spartan Warriors!

By then, the "super soldiers" produced by integrating numerous world technologies will grow into a force no less powerful than, or even more powerful than, the Space Marine!

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