A Death Foretold by Tzeentch?

Elsa, back at work, demonstrated exceptional abilities.

After Alvin left, she compiled and filtered the events that had occurred in the Celerus Hive the past eighteen days.

Finally, the important matters were selected and submitted to Alvin for review.

As expected, although Styx Eight managed to stabilize the situation as much as possible during the eighteen days he was away, the situation was still far from optimistic.

First, the Commoner Prince Cult finally couldn't hold back any longer. Under the call of "Revered Ancestor Dragon," they swarmed out and used the pre-dug tunnels to wreak havoc in the Celerus Hive. Taking advantage of their elusive nature, they destroyed the Shield Device in one fell swoop.

After losing his Shield Device, Celerus was immediately placed under immense pressure.

The Ork Boyz stormed into the hive like madmen, engaging in a tug-of-war with the Diet Guard, the Astra Militarum, and the Space Marine.

Of course, in addition to the Imperium, the Greenskin Orc were also fighting against the Genestealer and the Chaos Raptors Forces. It was precisely because of this that the Tech-Priest of the Styx Eight were able to catch their breath from the initial collapse of the battle lines.

"There's no time for leisure."

Looking at the battle report, Alvin could already sense the ominous atmosphere of impending doom between the lines.

The forces of Chaos, Heresy, and Xenos are closing in step by step, like an invisible hand gripping Celerus by the throat.

At present, the most important thing is to defend the "Dominator Overlord". Otherwise, once this Warlord-class Titan is corrupted by the Haarken Worldclaimer, Celerus will inevitably fall, and the resulting chain reaction could very likely lead to the collapse of the entire North Pacific region!

If the most important northern sector of Alert Star collapses, it is very likely that Alert Star will be completely controlled by Chaos before the arrival of the beloved Chapter Master Calgar, which would perfectly prove the declaration of taking Alert Star in eighty days!

What do you think are the chances of success if we break through?

Alvin's eyelids were half-closed, and his index finger tapped lightly on the table before he asked Elsa for her opinion.

The situation in the Celerus Hive has exceeded expectations. Not only is there still no news from Calgar, Haarken Worldclaimer has arrived ahead of schedule. All of this seems to suggest that he is getting deeper and deeper into a quagmire!

Just as Hilda had foretold, once he stepped into Celerus, he wouldn't be able to leave easily!

"Almost impossible, Master Alvin."

Elsa, standing beside her, carefully considered the feasibility and shook her head. "We've completely lost air support. If we try to leave the nest area for protection, we'll be shot down by the Chaos Wyverns and Greenskin Orc very quickly."

"What about the space orbit?" Alvin asked, still unwilling to give up.

"The family flagship is currently located on the asteroid, protecting the satellite communication base station." Elsa paused for a few seconds after saying this, then added, "Moreover, the Deadwood District where the family head is located is also surrounded by a large number of Genestealer."

Didn't I already tell them to leave as soon as possible?

Alvin paused for a few seconds. The Deadwood District shouldn't have been surrounded so quickly. Damn it, the "plot" had gone off track again!

"It's a health issue for the patriarch; he can't move around too much for the time being." Elsa's tone held a hint of worry as she softly said, "You don't need to worry too much. The Deadwood District is an important residence for nobles, with a large number of 'knights' there; nothing should happen."

I hope so.

Alvin rubbed his temples. Ever since he arrived on Alert Star, nothing had gone smoothly!

The current situation, even with a little analysis, is clearly terrible!

The Imperial Navy and space support were all intercepted by the Chaos Flagship; forget about providing support.

The planet's air support was also cut off, the forces of the various ground nesting areas were fragmented, and the administration could not be unified. The Ecclesiarchy, the star governor, and the Adeptus Mechanicus were all fighting their own battles. It was utter chaos!

It's no exaggeration to say that it's a complete mess, and the fact that the Chapter Master, Calgar, is still missing!

"We can't just sit here and wait to die." Alvin crumpled the paper, his eyes suddenly flashing with a sharp light, and said in a deep voice, "Go and inform Tucker that I have an idea and hope to meet with Drakris."

"Yes, I'll take care of it right away, Young Master Alvin."

Elsa knew the importance of it and immediately turned and went out.

In the study, Alvin sorted out his thoughts, his brow furrowed. There was something he didn't say aloud.

The reason he was unwilling to leave Alert Star was because Alert Star importance determined its value, and it absolutely could not fall into the control of Chaos!

Otherwise, once the Alert Star is destroyed and the Great Rift expands completely, blocking the only path to the "Dark Side," then neither Valshius's "Ancient Oath" nor the "Treasure" left behind in the Black Zone, as mentioned by Horn, will ever be recovered!

Unless it's possible to circle the Milky Way, but considering the threat from "Tyran," even with that much time, the success rate is extremely low.

But the plot spiraled out of control time and time again, making him completely unwilling to place any hope that the Imperium could save this crucial planet.

Suddenly, just as Alvin was pondering how to break the deadlock, he sensed something unusual.

He frowned slightly, his gaze drifting towards the shadows in the study. "I'll give you three seconds. Either you come out here, or I'll blow you to pieces!"

Books on the shelves fell one after another, fluttering in the inexplicably rising cold wind, and an extremely ominous stench spread.

In the area centered on Alvin, it was as if lightning flashed, and Psychic Power surged like an undercurrent beneath a reef!

"Hehe, please don't be so nervous, Your Highness His Highness Alvin."

A figure emerged from the shadows behind the bookshelf, and as it drew near and was illuminated by the candlelight, a familiar face was revealed.

"It's you, Coleman Scott."

Looking at that face, Alvin's eyes immediately darkened. "How dare you sneak into my study? Do you really think you can do whatever you want just because you have the protection of Evil God?"

Last time, he delivered the invitation on behalf of the "Tzeentch Cult".

This time, he actually appeared in the study again, and without anyone noticing. If he hadn't sensed that slight abnormality, he probably wouldn't have been able to find out.

With that thought in mind, Alvin quietly pulled out the "Spear of Song" from his Personal Space, preparing to "transform."

However, Scott clearly saw through his intentions and said with a smile, "Please don't get agitated, Your His Highness Alvin. Just like when I came to see you last time, I've come with 'goodwill' this time as well."

"Bona fide?"

Alvin chuckled coldly, deciding to drop the pretense and gripping the Spear of Song tightly. "I don't believe that the followers of the Lord of Change have any 'goodwill.' Don't you think it's laughable?"

I can assure you that I will never lie to you about anything I say.

Scott removed his felt hat, sat down in a chair, and smiled like a familiar old friend, "You see, I didn't lie to you last time, and I won't lie to you this time either. This is a special favor bestowed upon you by 'Our Lord'."

"Telling the truth doesn't mean you won't lie."

Alvin saw through his little trick at a glance, Spear of Song, imbued with Psychic Power, said, "Sorry, I'm not going to listen to your nonsense!"

As he spoke, he hurled the "Spear of Song," imbued with Psychic Power, toward Scott's face!

Swish!!!

A dazzling light pierced through the space in an instant!

Carrying a powerful, unstoppable gust of wind, it pierced through the seat like a streak of light, then broke through the wall and plunged straight into the courtyard.

A terrifying surge of Psychic Power erupted in the Garden of Nurgle, tearing the flowers to shreds.

However, as the smoke cleared, Alvin, expressionless, turned to look at the window where Scott was sitting, a half-smile on his face, almost mocking. "Too bad, Your His Highness Alvin, I came here with good intentions, specifically to warn you."

What warning?

Alvin remained expressionless, raising his hand to recall the Spear of Song, his body radiating a dense killing intent.

"Haarken Worldclaimer's Hell will tear your heart apart!"

Scott put his felt hat back on, gave a polite bow as if to be a gentleman, and smiled in a nauseating way, "I look forward to the moment you fall into Chaos and embrace Chaos, Your Highness Alvin."