The Final Trump Card, All Restraint Abandoned!
Looking at Alvin's solitary figure facing the Burning Hive City, Marshall, as Inquisitor, felt a surge of silent admiration deep within his heart.
He is the Imperium's "executioner," Inquisitor who walks in the shadows and darkness, upholding the bottom line and order. He has also witnessed firsthand how cowardly nobles, who betrayed the glory of the Emperor, fell into the dark abyss of Chaos!
But it is precisely because of this that he can understand how many people like Alvin are there in the vast and bloated territory of the Imperium!
The Imperium has no shortage of loyal people willing to die for it, but it has even more greedy and cowardly people. Moreover, given Alvin's position, even if he chooses to retreat, no one will blame him!
As it turns out, the glory flowing within Alvin, originating from countless ages ago, has not been disgraced!
"I see."
Marshall, his expression serious and solemn, said in a deep voice, "On behalf of the Vought, I assure you that I will bring reinforcements from the 'Knight Family' as quickly as possible!"
I believe you.
Alvin glanced back at them, then walked alone toward the Hive City until he disappeared from sight.
"Do you really think that he alone can change the situation in Celerus?" At this moment, the squad leader of the Brass Claws finally couldn't hold back and asked the question that had been bothering him.
That's not a few hundred, a few thousand, or tens of thousands of people!
Instead, it is millions of Genestealer, dozens of Daemon Engine, and thousands of Chaos Raptors Space Marine. Such a huge gap and disadvantage cannot be reversed by the efforts of one person or by any technology!
Unless, of course, you can conjure an entire army on the spot!
"I don't think he can change the situation either." Marshall paused for half a second, then slowly said, "But... I believe he can pull off a 'miracle'!"
Do miracles really exist?
The squad leader of the Brass Claws sighed bitterly.
"As long as you believe, it will exist!"
A glint of light flashed in Marshall's eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "Now, it's our turn. Head to the Deadwood District as soon as possible!"
This is the North Pacific District. To reach the Deadwood District, it's like crossing a continent, and it's especially dangerous on Alert Star.
Moreover, in addition to the raging Stormfront, the current wasteland of Alert Star is now filled with countless Greenskin Orc and their garbage cities!
Under such circumstances, traversing a continent to fetch reinforcements was obviously an extremely difficult task, but... they had no choice!
Seven days, that's the limit!
They must traverse the continent of the North Pacific region within seven days to reach the Deadwood District on the dark side of the Alert Star and bring back the Knight Family!
Now, he's all alone.
Gazing at Celerus engulfed in flames, Alvin's expression seemed to be gradually consumed by madness. He licked his dry lips, his pupils flashing a chilling crimson. "Now, no one... can disturb me!"
As he made his way towards the Hive City, images of Elsa's every smile and gesture flashed through his mind like a slideshow.
At the same time, the hallucination of "Tzeentch" from that day seemed to flash before his eyes again, with "Elsa" pinned to the ground by a spear.
"Prophecy?"
Alvin sneered coldly, "Bullshit prophecy! I don't care about any prophecy. The people I want to protect... don't even think about taking them away from me, not even the Four Gods!"
This time, he wants it all!
Before he knew it, he had already stepped into the Middle Hive.
Scattered Genestealer, peeking through the cracks in the ruins, discovered the intruders and, rubbing their mutated limbs, swarmed around them with ill intent!
Surrounded on all sides, Alvin showed no sign of panic. He remained rooted to the spot, his cold gaze sweeping over the corrupted people. "Sorry, I'm in a bad mood right now. If you know what's good for you, you'd better get out of here now, and I can let it go."
Unfortunately for him, the Genestealer surrounding him sneered, "Look at the clothes he's wearing, this guy's a nobleman!"
Kill him!
"This is the decree of the Emperor!"
The next moment, shouting "For the Emperor!", the Genestealer, who had four arms or similar arthropods, roared and charged towards Alvin!
In their minds, they had already begun to fantasize about how to "divide" this guy up!
However, just as they swarmed forward!
Alvin lowered his eyelids, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and his chilling, indifferent voice suddenly echoed through the ruins, "You've all courted death, so don't blame me... Nightblade, it's your turn to step in!"
Boom!!!
With a thud, a massive shadow, carrying a chilling aura, descended like an abyss, swallowing up the Genestealer.
It was a huge steel body, about ten meters tall, made entirely of machinery, and deep blue in color. Judging from its appearance alone, it had a resemblance to the "Valkyrie".
"A knight?!"
Those with more knowledge could immediately recognize its "identity" from its enormous mechanical body!
Unfortunately, you guessed wrong.
Alvin's eyes were icy, his lips barely moving. "Kill them, Nightblade."
"Nightblade... Yes, sir!"
A deep, thunderous sound rang out, and Nightblade moved. With its massive body, it simply crushed those Genestealer!
With a single iron fist, several people were smashed into a bloody pulp. Facing the chaotic Logging gun in the hands of the Genestealer, they were completely unable to cause any damage to Nightblade. Even if they hit the surface of the armor, they could only scratch a little bit of the paint!
"Heretics! Die!!!"
Nightblade roared like thunder, drawing his massive Chainsword. Amidst the deafening roar, the bloody and cruel execution began!
The rapidly spinning blades swept across the battlefield, becoming the last scene that those Gene-infected saw!
The shredded flesh and blood fell like a torrential rain!
In an instant, the entire battlefield fell silent, while Nightblade, the instigator, stood quietly by, raising his hand to shield Alvin from the rain of blood falling from the sky!
"I've come to save you..."
Alvin no longer concealed himself, brazenly stepping through the sticky, bloody mud, closing his eyes, and silently chanting in his heart. "In the name of the Navigator, use me as a beacon, begin... teleportation!!!"
[Teleportation mode activated!]
[Confirming cross-dimensional "beacon" anchor point]
[Dear Navigator, worlds designated "Xenos," "Biohazard," and "Transformers" are rapidly approaching from different dimensions. Please be aware of spacetime disruption.]
In an instant, the deserted, ruined streets were enveloped by beams of light descending from the sky!
Within each ray of light, countless figures emerged, accompanied by a unified, synchronized sound, continuously pouring forth!
"Transformers army, assembled!"
"Biohazard Legion, fully assembled!"
"The Bioroid army is assembled!"
"The First Auxiliary Army of Holy Terra, totaling 190,000 men, has all arrived in the combat zone!"
"The Punisher Legion, here on orders!"
"Honor Guard... arrival!"
Gazing indifferently at the legion that had been teleported across dimensions in an instant, Alvin turned his gaze to the burning Hive City: "Now, it's my turn!"