Close Your Eyes and Witness a Miracle!

I was saved by "you" again...

Looking at the "Rose Knot" that seemed to have dimmed a bit, Alvin sighed inwardly. He wondered when he would be able to see "Winnie" again. They still had one more date to go.

On the other side, Sisters of Silence clearly recognized the "Rose Knot," but she remained vigilant, her sword pressed against Alvin's throat. She turned to look at Marshall, seemingly seeking his opinion.

"It's you?" Marshall stared at Alvin, whose handsome face, even in the darkness of the corridor, couldn't hide his aristocratic air. His brows furrowed slightly. "Alvin Valshius, why are you here?"

Do you know me?

Alvin was somewhat surprised that he had become so famous, but... being remembered by the Inquisitor was not a good thing!

"Ha, of course I know you." To his surprise, Marshall responded with a cold laugh, his expression seemingly hostile. "I investigated you. In the cult incident in the Central District, you seem to have had dealings with unidentified Xenos."

As he spoke, Marshall gave Sisters of Silence a look, and she withdrew her "Blank" aura.

"This is slander! This is slander against me!"

Alvin became agitated, his face flushed, and he shouted, "I am utterly loyal to the Imperium! I have shed blood for the Emperor, I have rendered service to the Imperium! Don't think that just because you are Inquisitor, you can slander an innocent person!"

"Alright, I don't have time to waste with you!" Marshall glared at him and said coldly, "Why are you here? Explain yourself!"

Isn't it obvious?

Alvin smiled, deflected the blade with his index finger, and politely nodded to Sisters of Silence: "Thank you for sparing my life, madam. If you don't mind, would you be willing to change jobs? For example... come work on my ship!"

Marshall's forehead veins throbbed, as if he had reached his limit, and he glared at him. "I don't have time to play with you right now, explain yourself!"

The Xenos army was closing in, and the remaining troops couldn't hold them off for long. They had to race against time; they had no time for idle chatter.

"Lord Marshall, my objective here is the same as yours." Alvin slowly rose, brushing the dust off his clothes. "I followed you all the way here, infiltrated ahead of time, and... resolved the problem!"

"Is the... problem solved?"

Upon hearing this, Marshall and Tasha were both stunned.

But Marshall immediately expressed skepticism, giving him a few glances. "How can you prove what you're saying?"

"I swear to the Emperor!" In the Warhammer Universe, swearing an oath is almost always effective. Of course, to prevent the other party from not believing him, Alvin added, "I swear on the honor of the Valshius Family!"

Inquisitor Marshall remained skeptical. "With your abilities, how could you possibly take down a Delta- level Psyker?"

It wasn't that he didn't believe it, it was just too outrageous!

Marshall could tell that Alvin was also a Psyker, but his level was probably low, even lower than his own. How could he possibly defeat Delta?

"Lord Marshall, sometimes dealing with a person doesn't necessarily require great strength, does it?" Alvin smiled slightly, with a hint of mystery, and said, "Besides, it's quite normal for Rogue Trader to have some strange tools, isn't it?"

Hearing this, Marshall was already mostly convinced.

Putting aside the fact that swearing an oath with the titles of "Emperor" and "Family" is already a rather solemn promise, combined with the reputation of the "Valshius" family and the foundation of an ancient Merchant Dynasty, eliminating a Delta would not be difficult.

But just to be on the safe side, Marshall crouched down and activated a special Psychic Power detection device. "Give me one minute."

Alvin stood to the side, his gaze fixed intently on Tasha, until she frowned and showed a hint of discomfort.

"Honorable Sisters of Silence, would you really like to consider working on my ship?" Alvin rubbed his hands together enthusiastically. "It's much better here than with those heartless Inquisitor, two days off a week!"

The Inquisitor, who was examining the man nearby, nearly choked. He turned and glared at him fiercely. "You shameless Rogue Trader, trying to snatch someone right in front of me, huh?"

Tasha glanced helplessly at Alvin, clearly indicating her refusal in sign language, and took a step back to create some distance.

Marshall quickly finished his inspection and nodded to Sisters of Silence: "He's right, there's no longer any high-intensity Psychic Power reaction here. The target has been eliminated, we can retreat!"

He turned and glared at Alvin: "You'd better behave yourself. Tasha has an important mission and can't go with you!"

Important tasks?

Alvin pondered for a few seconds. He vaguely remembered that after the Primarch summoned the Sisters of Silence, he had a fight with Marc Jacobs on the Luna?

"It's time to retreat!"

Marshall walked hurriedly.

When the group emerged from the passageway, they found that the Necron Warrior had already formed an encirclement. However, unlike the others, the Chaos faction was fighting and retreating, gradually withdrawing towards the ruins.

It seems they're determined to take that Psyker away, no matter the cost!

On the other hand, with the absence of the Chaos aspect, humanity immediately faced immense pressure, and its living space was being gradually compressed!

The Necron Warrior are equipped with Gauss Weapon that can fire energy beams resembling green lightning from their muzzles, disintegrating the enemy's body at the molecular level!

In just a few minutes, humanity suffered heavy casualties, with fewer than fifty survivors, including the Space Marine of the Brass Claws.

Seeing this, Marshall felt utterly hopeless. "It seems... we're not going to escape."

If the Necron Warrior hadn't yet completely surrounded them, they might have had a chance to escape if they fought back.

But now, they are surrounded by Necron Warrior from all sides, and with their small numbers, there is no way they can break through!

"May I ask you a question, Your Excellency Marshall?"

After stopping, Alvin turned to Marshall and said calmly, "What are your thoughts on the Xenos?"

"At a time like this, do you really have to ask such useless questions?!" Marshall snapped, exasperated. "All Xenos deserve to die, are you satisfied now?!"

"Then, what if it's Xenos that can save us?" Alvin seemed to be implying something, a slight smile playing on his lips. "I'm curious, what's your opinion on them?"

Marshall wasn't stupid either; he immediately guessed Alvin's idea. "You have a plan?!"

However, Alvin smiled but remained silent, not answering his question directly, lest he give them any ammunition.

That's how Imperium are.

There are some things you can do, but you can't say!

Because once it's spoken, it means you've given someone a pretext to use it against you.

"Damn it, you cunning brat!" Marshall bit his lip and glared at him. "I believe that as Inquisitor, it's acceptable to utilize the power of the Xenos when necessary and needed. This isn't a betrayal of the Imperium, but rather a way to better serve Imperium. Are you satisfied now?"

That's so damn good!

Marshall's tactful behavior completely astonished Alvin; he knew far more than that stubborn little Winnie!

"Please retreat into the passageway."

Alvin was the first to return to the tunnel.

Unaware of his intentions, Marshall had no choice but to gamble on Alvin, so he ordered all the remaining survivors to retreat into the tunnel.

Once the passageway was packed with people, Marshall asked nervously, "What's your plan? Tell me quickly, don't waste time!"

"Please have everyone close their eyes."

Then, Alvin made another request that seemed quite outrageous.

"Close your eyes and wait to die?"

Marshall was furious, but he was helpless against Alvin.

So everyone closed their eyes.

Alvin gazed into the darkness of the tunnel, a slight smile spreading across his face, "Now, it's time to witness a miracle... Count to three silently, then open your eyes!"

Heh, let those Chaos scum search slowly in this ruin. It would be a miracle if they found anything!

They went first!

"Sky-Shaking Unicron, Space Teleportation!"

Just as the spatial energy fluctuated, a speck of "dust" fell from who-knows-where and stuck to Inquisitor Marshall's clothes, seemingly shimmering with a faint... eerie green light amidst the surging energy around it!