When Things Went Wrong, He Really Had Become a Heretic Boss

How can I let my friend suffer a loss?

Rosales keenly noticed the fleeting look of pain on Alvin's face and immediately had a plan. "Lord Alvin, rest assured, this time your losses... I'll have that bastard Amos make up for them all!"

He doesn't have much money left, but Amos does!

Others might not know what was in Amos's warehouse, but he knew it all!

"This... let's forget it, Lord Rosales." Alvin was dumbfounded, inwardly applauding him, but outwardly feigning concern. "It's too dangerous. I absolutely cannot allow my friend to take such a risk because of my loss!"

He spoke those words with such righteous indignation!

Elsa, standing next to her, lowered her head, adjusted her thin-rimmed glasses, and barely managed to suppress a smile from her lips.

As a result, his "refusal" fell into Rosales's eyes and was naturally taken as a genuine expression of concern between friends.

Alvin... he was just so incredibly touching!

No, this time Amos has to bleed a lot, otherwise it won't be enough to make up for his guilt!

"It's alright, please trust me, Lord Alvin."

Rosales chuckled coldly, adhering to the principles of not letting his friends suffer losses and to screw over Amos, and patted his chest to assure Alvin, "I remember he still has a few sets of Terminator Armour in his warehouse. I'll get them for you when I get back!"

Wait a minute... isn't this a bit too arrogant?

Alvin rarely encounters someone even more extreme than himself.

This really broadened Rosales's horizons. He quickly stopped Rosales, telling him not to be so extreme, "Ahem... actually, I don't think it's necessary to take such a risk. If you really feel guilty, just get me a few MK10 sets!"

You've mistaken Amos's warehouse for your own front door?

They just walk right in like that, and they even want to "get" a few Terminator? Don't let Amos twist your head off before you even get what you're looking for!

"Hmm, you make a good point." Rosales seemed to have taken it to heart, nodding thoughtfully.

It's alright. Alvin breathed a sigh of relief, having listened to the advice. He had gone to great lengths to "stir up trouble" and plant a thorn in the side of the Dark Mechanicum. If it were to be pulled out so quickly, although there wouldn't be any real loss, it would be far too fast!

Unfortunately, he was relieved for only two seconds.

Rosales's thinking seemed different from ordinary people; he only grasped the key point of the last sentence. "You're still missing ten sets of Primaris Power Armor. Luckily, Amos has some in their inventory, so I'll just get them for you!"

I tried to persuade him for ages, but he wouldn't listen to a single word!

Alvin seriously suspected that he had been too good at bluffing, otherwise why did Rosales seem... a little too eager to trick Amos?

He could understand that Rosales felt betrayed by Amos and wanted revenge, but... wouldn't doing this get him killed?

Why don't we just empty their warehouse?

Alvin had completely given up and was just letting Rosales do as he pleased. It seemed that even if he tried to persuade her again, it would probably be useless.

"Oh, right, I almost forgot the important matter." Suddenly, Rosales seemed to remember something, adopting a mysterious air. "Lord Alvin, the Gene Seed I've prepared for you this time were specially selected by me; I guarantee they will satisfy you!"

"Oh?"

Alvin raised an eyebrow, quite curious. "Now that you mention it, I'm starting to look forward to it."

We've finally gotten to the main topic, so the time wasted earlier wasn't wasted.

He then turned his gaze to the seemingly extremely heavy metal box beside Rosales, his eyes burning with desire, and couldn't help but lick his lips. "Lord Rosales, this is it."

"That's right, I wouldn't dare entrust something so important to the Aeldari of unknown origin."

Rosales placed the heavy metal box directly on the table, and after a complex biometric verification process, forcefully opened it. "Your Lord Alvin, please look, all fifty Gene Seed from the Founding Legion are here!"

Inside the metal box, two rows of gene storage gland containers were neatly stacked.

The glass-like material allowed Alvin to clearly see the "flesh-like" substance immersed in the gene storage gland container.

This is the Emperor's greatest bio-genetic engineering achievement, the origin of the Space Marine!

Even though Alvin had experienced many worlds, at this moment, witnessing firsthand the greatest bio-engineering in the Warhammer Universe, he couldn't help but lose control, his heart pounding wildly as if being pumped with high-pressure gas!

"Your Lord Alvin, please allow me to introduce myself."

Rosales took in Alvin's reaction and immediately showed a satisfied expression. He then picked up one of the containers holding the gene glands. "This is Gene Seed I specially selected for you, from the 'Iron Warriors' Legion!"

"The Iron Warriors Legion excels in both defense and offense, making them the perfect bodyguards for you!"

Wait, Iron Warriors?

Isn't that Plankton's army?

This newly formed legion is known for its extremely repressive style, showing no regard for casualties on the battlefield, and excelling in positional warfare, sieges, and assaults!

As far as the Guardians is concerned, whether it is for future assaults or other purposes, it is indeed very suitable for him, just as Rosales said.

But Plankton was a member of the "Terra Grand Birthday Celebration" back then!

"Lord Rosales, I seem to recall Iron Warriors participating in the Horus Heresy?" Alvin's eyelids twitched wildly, a feeling that he was one step closer to the Vought: "Is the origin of your Gene Seed legitimate?" "Rest assured, these Gene Seed all come from the Loyal!"

Rosales clearly anticipated his concerns and immediately assured him, "I swear in the name of Omnissiah, these Gene Seed from the 'Iron Warriors' are free from any Chaos corruption!"

"Well, it's not impossible." Alvin rubbed his slightly throbbing temples, then looked at the ten gene storage containers listed separately inside the metal box. "What about the remaining ten Gene Seed?"

However, Rosales's face revealed a meaningful smile, which immediately made his heart pound.

"Could it be... Fallen Angels?" Alvin was genuinely terrified. If another Fallen Angels appeared, he'd be unable to clear his name!

Those four short words nearly scared Rosales to death; his heart seemed to stop for a second.

"No, stop talking, please stop talking!" This Grand Sage of the Dark Mechanicum was more terrified than when he was dying. He subconsciously looked around, afraid that a Dark Angels might suddenly appear out of nowhere.

"Your Lord Alvin, I don't know where you heard about this, but," he said in a low, trembling voice, "But absolutely never again, in any situation, mention those four words, or... it will be a terrible thing!"

The First Legion has no secrets; this is no joke.

It was a real threat!

No matter who you are, if it involves secrets or Fallen Angels, you can't escape even if you run to the ends of the earth!

There was once a story about an Alpha who was captured by the Dark Eldar and taken to Commorragh, deep within the Webway. There, he encountered another Space Marine had also been captured, and the two survived several life-or-death battles.

More than a hundred years later, Alpha finally let down his guard and revealed to the Space Marine that he was actually a Fallen Angels.

Suddenly, the Space Marine ripped off his disguise, revealing the insignia of Dark Angels, and roared at the bewildered "Fallen Angels": "Got you, you damned Fallen Angels!"

Whether the story is true or false is not important, but the First Legion's perseverance is not fake.

This is what frightens Rosales; he doesn't want to be captured and thrown into Caliban prison.

Alvin breathed a sigh of relief, his expression softening slightly. "As long as it's not... that's fine."

Startled and drenched in a cold sweat, Rosales lost interest in keeping him in suspense. Wiping the oil from his forehead, he slowly said, "Lord Alvin, the origins of these Gene Seed are rather complicated, but I can assure you that they, too, have not been corrupted by Chaos."

"Could it be Alpha's Gene Seed?"

Alvin's lips twitched slightly, as if he were playing a gacha game and feeling tense.

"No, that's not it." Rosales shook his head, his emotions regaining their composure, his voice filled with excitement and exhilaration. "They come from another legendary founding legion, called the 'Night Lords'!"

The Night Lords are a rather legendary legion, and their Primarch, Konrad Curze, is one of the very few tragic figures.

Even Konrad Curze was trapped in the prophecy from beginning to end, and was the only assassin successfully killed by the Officio Assassinorum, although whether this is actually true is still debated.

After all, Konrad Curze was a Primarch, and it would be difficult for him to be assassinated by the Officio Assassinorum unless he did so willingly.

Moreover, he himself is extremely skilled in assassination, so the Night Lords Legion's most proficient combat method is to use intimidation for psychological warfare, especially nighttime infiltration, sabotage behind enemy lines, and terrorist attacks, with extremely strong individual combat capabilities!

Thanks to the Night Lords's fighting style and Konrad Curze's personality, he is also jokingly referred to by many as the 40K Batman.

After listening, Alvin was filled with mixed feelings of joy and worry.

Fortunately, as Rosales said, the two founding legions he chose perfectly aligned with his future plans.

What's worrying is that the Iron Warriors and the Night Lords —aren't they all the main forces of the Grand Birthday Rebellion?

Oh no, now he really is the leader of a heretic!

Iron Warriors, Night Lords, Homunculus, Aeldari. Any one of these would be enough to get him shot ten times over.

Alvin felt as if he were one step closer to the Vought.

He said he wanted a more stable Gene Seed, but Rosales gave him these two with unclear origins instead?

The Gene Seed of the Iron Warriors are manageable; there are several sub-groups within the Imperium now. They can simply register their names there and get away with it even if the Inquisitor come. The real question is, what will the Night Lords say?

He didn't have a strong impression of the Night Lords, and couldn't remember the details clearly; it seemed like the whole group were traitors?

Alvin wasn't entirely sure whether there were any loyalist factions of the Night Lords within the Imperium.

It seems we can only wait until everything is over before asking the all-powerful Lord "Carroll" and then registering these two legions.

Otherwise, he always felt a chill on his neck, as if he were being stared at by the Vought.