Making You Fly for Acting Tough!
Alvin dismissed the prophecies spoken by the followers of "Tzeentch" as utter nonsense. Perhaps due to preconceived notions, his trust in "Tzeentch" was practically nonexistent, equivalent to zero!
Who knows, is Tzeentch plotting something grand again?
Or is this also part of the plan?
In short... you can't believe a single thing about it!
Seeing Alvin's disdainful expression, Scott remained unperturbed, simply saying, "Your His Highness Alvin, you seem to... have a great misunderstanding about my master."
"I don't think it's a misunderstanding." Alvin gripped the "Spear of Song," searching for another opportunity.
This old man has repeatedly treated his mansion like his own Garden of Nurgle, coming and going as he pleases. If he keeps letting him linger, where will he put his pride?
"Heh, Your His Highness Alvin, you seem to have forgotten..." Scott's appearance became somewhat strange, as if many faces and dozens, even hundreds, of voices were emanating from him, their different tones blended into one, eerie and bizarre. "My lord may be the Master of the Twisted Path, the Lord of Change, and the Deceitful Strategist, but... he is also the 'Weaver of Fate'."
"Yes, I almost forgot about it if you hadn't mentioned it."
Alvin's eyes were full of sarcasm as he sneered, "The Deceitful Strategist, the Weaver of Fate, the Master of the Twisted Path you speak of, only knows how to hide in the Warp, like a rat in a gutter. Every time you fail, you just say, 'It's all part of the plan.' Is this what you call fate?"
Who doesn't know?
Tzeentch's so-called conspiracies, regardless of success or failure, always end with the phrase, "It was all part of the plan."
In the entire Warhammer Universe, if I had to pick the most annoying character, it would probably not be Nurgle, but Tzeentch... This guy is not only stubborn, but also a real "funny guy"!
Sometimes, the other three gods of the Warp don't even mind joining forces with the Imperium to stab this "sixth brother" in the back!
This shows just how bad Tzeentch's reputation was.
"If you say... death is my destiny."
Alvin took a half-step forward, his eyes burning with a fierce light as he stared directly at the twisted Scott: "Then, I will gladly accept my fate, but even death cannot plunge me into Chaos, and you... heretical scum, you have only one destiny, your soul will burn in Purgatory!"
Sky-Shaking Unicron, merge!!!
Driven by his will, the belt activated the Spark Core, and a deep purple metal armor instantly covered his entire body, making him look like a god of war!
The power of the Primal Kong flowed continuously into his body, allowing Alvin's immense energy to be injected into this armor from the core of his belt!
Spatial teleportation!
Swish!
To Scott's astonishment, Alvin's figure instantly leaped in front of him!
Wow, so fast!
Scott's pupils contracted sharply, clearly not expecting Alvin to have a trick up his sleeve!
Without warning, and without any indication from the Warp!
This is not an instantaneous jump using Warp, so Scott's Psychic Power prophecy does not issue any warning whatsoever.
By the time he noticed it with his naked eye, his vision was already filled with the "Spear of Song," which was filled with immense Psychic Power and thus shone with dazzling light, like a shooting star piercing through space!
The spearhead magnified in the pupil!
"No!!!"
The intense warning of death sent chills down Scott's spine. His face contorted with horror as he hastily used the hundreds of tongues he had been given to chant obscure and blasphemous syllables!
That's high-level witchcraft!
Wisdom originating from the Warp, the unparalleled realm of the gods, instantly enveloped the study!
The malice of the Warp surged forth, carrying the power of the gods, as if to halt the thrusting spears!
One inch, two inches!
The Spear of Song was abruptly stopped by a force, causing the surrounding spacetime to distort, as if it were being slowed down and then slowly reversed!
The books that fell from the bookshelf are flying back to their original positions one by one, and the broken walls and cracked ground seem to be experiencing "regression"!
As he watched the scene unfold before him, Alvin's heart nearly stopped beating.
He had imagined the limits of Psyker, but he never expected that Scott could make time within his range... reverse!
What should have been a sure-win attack suddenly reversed the situation, and the fear on Scott's face turned into a ferocious sneer.
"Did you see that?"
He spread his arms, and countless voices proclaimed. "This is the power of our My Lord! Even the terrifying spectacle of turning back time can be achieved!"
"Shut up!"
Alvin's pupils were suddenly filled with a crimson light, a murderous intent that seemed to have become tangible, instantly filling the entire study!
"I'm going to kill you, and even... Tzeentch can't save you!!!"
Don't forget... Alvin is also a Psyker. Under the influence of his intense and surging emotions, an even more turbulent surge of Psychic Power bursts forth from the Warp as if a dam had been breached!
Kill him!
Kill him!
Kill him!
The intense killing intent caused the spear, which had previously shown signs of stagnation, to suddenly be injected with a powerful kinetic energy!
"You dare to act tough? I'll make you fly!"
With a roar, Alvin slammed the Spear of Song deep into Scott's chest!
Boom--!!!
The reversed time suddenly returned to normal!
Dragging the long, blood-red, flowing spear, he blasted Scott away, sending him crashing into the Garden of Nurgle outside, where he was pinned to the ground by the spear!
The immense impact tore all the blooming flowers in the Garden of Nurgle to shreds, which then fell like raindrops amidst the howling wind!
Spatial transfer!
Alvin stepped on him, gripping the blood-red spear embedded in his chest, his voice chilling. "Now, tell me... did your master foretell that you would die by my spear?!"
Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, a person pinned to the ground convulsed in agony, unable to utter a sound.
"It seems there was no prophecy."
Alvin sneered, pulled out the spear that was embedded in his chest, and was about to end his life when he aimed at the head and thrust it out.
The billowing smoke and dust were dispersed by a gentle breeze!
The person lying on the ground had changed from "Scott" to... him, Alvin Valshius!
What?!
Alvin's pupils constricted sharply. He exerted all his strength, forcibly stopping the thrusting spear, his face showing utter horror. "Why... why did it become me?"
His hand holding the spear trembled uncontrollably, and his mind went blank.
However, "Alvin," lying on the ground, suddenly grabbed the spear tip and glared at him. "Why did you stop? You're the one who should die, you coward! Coward!"
The spear, pulled by "his" immense strength, slowly pierced his brow. Alvin, however, was so shocked by this scene that his mind went blank. Instinctively, he pulled the spear away, took two steps back, and his pupils trembled slightly. "You, you're an illusion!"
"Ha ha ha ha..."
Looking at Alvin, who was lying on the ground, his face filled with terror as he retreated, the "Alvin" stared at him with resentful eyes. "You'll regret this, you'll definitely regret this... Alvin Valshius!"
Chapter Two will be later. Last night I went to deal with some relatives' affairs. They went crazy and smashed someone's car. This morning I helped them with the paperwork for a mental hospital... Ugh.