Nightmare

After a moment of hesitation and shock, Alvin quickly snapped out of it.

He gripped the "Spear of Song" tightly, surging Psychic Power once again covering its tip, his eyes flashing with a chilling crimson light. "I almost forgot, your specialty is the so-called illusion."

However, "Alvin," who was lying on the ground, swayed and leaned against the edge of the Garden of Nurgle fountain, and slowly stood up.

The horrifying wound in his chest, pierced by the "spear," was still gushing blood, which gathered at his feet into a gurgling stream, like an invisible erosion slowly spreading and encroaching upon the entire Garden of Nurgle.

"The one who should be dying is you, Alvin!"

Alvin pressed one hand to cover the wound on his chest, dragging his badly injured body, limping like a zombie.

Each step he took landed on thick, sticky blood, leaving behind crimson, glaring footprints.

His eyes were filled with resentment, hatred, and disgust. In a hoarse voice, he growled as if questioning, "Why... how could a selfish coward like you survive until now?!"

"Shut up!"

Alvin gripped the spear tightly, his pupils filled with blood.

Driven by a force, the spear, infused with Psychic Power, was plunged fiercely into "Alvin's" mouth!

The throat tongue that was churning and making sounds was pierced directly by the spear tip.

Thick, foul-smelling blood gushed from his mouth, followed by a look of astonishment on Alvin's face.

"You don't understand me at all." Alvin's gaze was calm; his brief, fleeting moment of distraction had quickly faded, and he had regained his composure. "Did you think that by impersonating me, you could destroy my will?"

"Alvin," whose throat and tongue had been pierced, was unable to make a sound.

"You're underestimating me a bit too much, aren't you?"

Alvin lifted him into the air, looked at the identical face, and revealed a hint of mockery in his expression.

One thing he had to admit was that he was indeed shocked and hesitant for a few seconds when he first saw his own face.

But he quickly regained his senses; this wasn't him at all, but an "illusion" created by Psychic Power!

The Four Gods shouldn't be the Tzeentch, the ones who love to play tricks.

It involves exploiting the weaknesses in people's hearts to gradually break down and dismantle their inner defenses, and then dragging them into Chaos.

But clearly, this tactic didn't work well for him.

Alvin may not be as resilient as many Inquisitor, but he has an unparalleled advantage: his understanding of the Warhammer Universe!

That's why he was able to wake up from the illusion created by Tzeentch in just a few seconds!

"Tell your master that he shouldn't try to show off this shameful trick in front of me."

Alvin sneered and unleashed all his accumulated Psychic Power at once.

Boom!

Terrifying flames instantly ignited "Alvin".

"Do you like it? This execution method was specially prepared for you." Alvin watched coldly as he was lifted into the air. "Like those witches burned at the stake in the Middle Ages, I'll make you repent for your deeds in the flames of Psychic Power!"

Amidst the burning Psykana Flame, "Alvin," who had been pierced into the air by a spear, seemed to feel no pain whatsoever.

The corners of his mouth curled up in an exaggerated arc, almost reaching his ears, looking extremely eerie and full of a chilling meaning!

Then, he was completely engulfed by the flames and burned to ashes.

"Bluff."

Gazing at the ruins reduced to ashes, Alvin coldly lowered the "Spear of Song."

However, at that moment...

Amidst the ashes of the burned remains, a gentle breeze sketched out a portrait.

Despite being mentally prepared, Alvin still couldn't control the burning rage within him the moment he saw the portrait!

The portrait depicts Elsa.

Her once full body had inexplicably become withered and thin, like a frail skeleton.

Her once smooth, flowing hair had completely withered away, and she looked like a dried-up corpse, devoid of any sign of life. But her bright eyes, filled with indescribable complex emotions, gazed at him quietly.

She opened her lips, as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

"Fuck you!"

Enraged, Alvin's eyes were bloodshot, revealing a chilling murderous intent.

Like a ferocious and ruthless beast, his rage, as real as fire, stimulated every nerve in his body. His right hand gripped the "Spear of Song," his knuckles bulging and veins standing out. Driven by that angry energy, he thrust the spear at the portrait of the ashes and remains!

Boom!!!

The ashes of the wreckage were easily shattered by a single spear thrust!

Even though the portrait disappeared, the lingering unease and chilling feeling in my heart never dissipated.

Alvin stood rooted to the spot, repeatedly telling himself that it was just an illusion!

It was a fantasy created by "Tzeentch" to break down his mental defenses; it was not a fact, and it could never have happened!

But what if...?

Suddenly, Alvin swayed, feeling a splitting headache.

Here we go again. Ever since he stepped onto the Alert Star, he has often had headaches.

But this time was different from the past. It was as if a red-hot steel needle had pierced deep into the cerebral cortex, accompanied by violent churning!

Pain, despair, hatred, resentment and other negative emotions are like a huge whirlpool, dark and deep, dragging him into the abyss within, plunging him into complete Chaos!

At this crucial moment, Alvin, with his strong willpower, forcefully broke free from the shackles of fantasy!

His face bulged with terrifying veins, and the projection of his soul in the Warp emitted a dazzling light, like a burning sun, releasing an unparalleled and immense impact!

Boom--!!!

With that violent explosion, the illusion that had been haunting Alvin's eyes finally vanished completely.

But, just before his fantasy vanished, he seemed to hear a mocking laugh.

Alvin didn't have time to think it through before he felt extremely tired, his mind wandered, and he couldn't concentrate.

Just then, a loud bang from the side abruptly pulled him back to reality.

Alvin managed to focus his attention and looked up at the source of the sound, only to find that it was the Aeldari Battle Witch he hadn't seen in a long time.

"What happened?" Hilda's red hair flew wildly, her face filled with vigilance, her sword blade enveloped in surging Psychic Power, as if it would erupt at any moment. "I sensed your Psychic Power. Has an enemy invaded?"

"Yes, the enemy."

Just as Alvin was about to recount what had just happened, his pupils suddenly contracted sharply.

He glanced around and realized that he was still sitting in the chair in the study, and that there had been no enemy at all.

The entire study remained exactly as it was, without a trace of the fierce battle!

It felt as if everything that had just happened was a "nightmare"!