Your Titan Is Great, but It Belongs to Me Now!

Drakris was completely stunned.

The Iron Man Legion belonged to Alvin; at most, he was conducting research secretly. How did this huge, black accusation get pinned on him?

"Alvin, don't think you can escape the Vought like this!" Drakris roared furiously, his voice low and hoarse. "If the Vought really takes notice of me, you won't get away with it either. If we die, we die together!"

He had thought that his hysterical, outrageous threats would make Alvin back down.

However, reality seemed to be different. Alvin remained calm, his eyes holding a hint of an enigmatic, meaningful smile, "Lord Drakris, you are supposed to be Grand Sage, how can you not even understand something this simple?"

"What... what do you mean?" Drakris was stunned. Looking at Alvin's calm expression, he felt a sudden panic. "Alvin, I'm warning you, I have recordings of your Iron Man Legion here. If anything happens to me, you won't escape the Vought's judgment!"

This is where his greatest confidence comes from, holding the image of that Iron Man legion.

"Oh, then go ahead."

A hint of mockery flashed in Alvin's eyes as he waved his hand dismissively. "Lord Drakris, turn right and walk 500 meters to the right, that's Inquisitor Marshall's residence. Remember to go there early."

This action immediately stunned him.

Drakris gaped, feeling like a clown brandishing what he thought was a threatening knife, unaware that to others he was just a ridiculous clown covered in paint!

"You... you're not afraid?!"

He stared at Alvin in utter shock.

This shouldn't be happening. Shouldn't Alvin be the one who's truly panicking? Why... does he feel like he's the one who's more panicked?

"Mr. Drakris, I seriously doubt whether your brain is filled with engine oil." Alvin looked at him like he was an idiot, sighed, and said, "You said you're going to expose me?"

As he spoke, he slowly rose from his seat and walked step by step toward Drakris: "You are welcome to try, but the result... may not be what you expect."

"Do you think the Vought would risk offending the Regent, the Primarch, and Robert Guilliman, the leader of the Ultramarines?"

"Or do you think... your so-called testimony is more credible in the eyes of the Vought than that of Marius Calgar?"

"Or do you think that a few words or a video are enough to bring down the heir to a great Merchant Dynasty?"

With each word he uttered, Drakris's pupils dilated violently, his back felt as if it were being bent under the weight of something, and he couldn't help but back away.

"Report me? Go ahead, you'd better have ten times the guts!"

Alvin's eyes flashed with disdain as he sneered, "Agamemnon, Ultramarines, Inquisitor, Brass Claws, Iron Hands... they're all my men. What do you have to fight me with?"

"You, you... you're framing me!!!"

Drakris was devastated. He never expected to be pushed forward and made a scapegoat!

"Slander? You're right."

Alvin pressed further, his voice icy. "I'm framing you, what can you do about it?"

"Colluding with the Dark Mechanicum to attempt to leak Imperium secrets, nearly causing the fall of Celerus, and secretly researching the Iron Man —these crimes... are enough to turn you into Servitor, aren't they, Drakris...?"

If you're so capable, go complain to Holy Terra!

Of course, the prerequisite is that you have to survive and reach Holy Terra. The Warp is so dangerous, it's quite normal for something to go wrong, right?

"I... I don't believe it!" Drakris glared at him fiercely, as if grasping at a last straw. "You say I'm guilty, and that's it? Are the Inquisitor blind?"

"Yes, whatever I say goes."

Alvin, a mocking smile playing on his lips, chuckled and took two steps back, opening his arms wide. "If you don't believe me, you can try... and see if they believe you or me."

That's the allure of power.

Excuse me, but this time... Alvin is the one who truly belongs to the "privileged class"!

No, I didn't. I'm not.

Drakris was completely speechless, frozen in place as if he had lost all his strength, and sat blankly in the chair.

As a member of the Imperium's high-ranking political officials, he knew all too well the sordid and dark things that happened there.

Indeed, as Alvin said.

The Vought is powerful, but the Grand Inquisitor is not stupid; he would not risk his life to question someone approved by the Primarch.

Of course, it cannot be denied that a small number of obsessed Inquisitor believe that the Primarch also needs to be investigated.

But the consequence, naturally, was that he vanished without a trace, disappearing without a trace.

Watching Drakris gradually sink into despair, Alvin's eyes narrowed slightly, and he sneered inwardly.

He managed to convince Drakris largely by invoking the titles of Ultramarines Chapter Calgar and the Regent, which was enough to fool the Grand Sage of the Mechanicus. Otherwise, why would the man believe him?

As for Chapter Master Calgar, he had already figured out how to handle the aftermath.

Presumably, one hundred energy devices would be enough to open a large-scale "Space Bridge," which should satisfy Calgar's needs.

He had already planned to hand this over to Calgar at a suitable time, and now that he had the connection with the Regent, it was a way of returning the favor. In the future, he would be a man with a powerful backer.

Background?

Well, whose background can be as powerful as his!

Looking at Drakris, who seemed utterly dejected and as if his spine had been ripped out, Alvin's lips curled into a slight smile, "However, considering our past collaborations, I don't mind giving you a chance; it's just a matter of whether you're willing to take it or not."

Killing Drakris would be easy, but he wanted to squeeze every last drop of value out of the bastard!

If this idiot wasn't still somewhat useful, Alvin would have killed him long ago. Just thinking about how this fool almost killed Elsa, Tucker, and others makes him want to throw him right in his face!

Drakris reacted quickly, immediately realizing that this might be his last chance.

"Lord Alvin, it was all my fault before, please don't hold it against me!" He was practically kneeling down, his voice filled with humble pleading. "I swear to you, I'll do anything to save my life!"

"Very good, I like intelligent people, Mr. Drakris."

Alvin crossed his legs, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said calmly, "First, I need two large Stasis Field. Any problem?"

"No, no," Drakris gritted his teeth, steeling himself to nod. "Give me a few days, and I'll get it for you right away!"

"Secondly, I need three complete Forge Factory and five hundred foundry workers," Alvin said calmly.

Drakris's heart trembled, his fists clenched painfully, and he said shakily, "Alright, I'll prepare three Forge Factory and hand them over to you!"

He only had ten Forge Factory in total, and he threw away three of them in one go. It would be a lie to say he wasn't heartbroken.

However, to save his life, Drakris was willing to risk everything.

Finally, looking at the pitiful-looking Drakris, Alvin made one last request. "One last thing, if necessary, I need the authority to command the 'Dominator Overlord'!"

"What? No! Absolutely not!"

Drakris, who would agree to anything, nearly had his mental array burned out upon hearing this.

"No, absolutely not!" He shook his head violently, looking at Alvin in terror, and said with a hint of humility and pleading, "Lord Alvin, this really won't do. The Dominator Overlord is the property of Styx Eight, and it can't be deployed to battle so casually!"

"Lord Drakris, you don't mean... I'm discussing this with you, do you?"

Alvin's eyes were half-closed, his face expressionless, looking like a fossil shrouded in a chilling shadow. "I'll say it again, and I hope you understand. I want the 'Dominator Overlord' access. I don't care what methods you use, or what price you pay... If you can't do it, don't blame me for not giving you face."

Drakris suddenly felt as if he had jumped into a bottomless abyss!

His face was long and contorted with grief, as if all his strength had been drained. He lowered his head helplessly. "You must promise me that you absolutely cannot let anything happen to the Dominator Overlord, otherwise I really won't be able to explain it to Styx Eight!"

"Don't worry, I'm not some kind of Daemon."

Alvin patted him on the shoulder with a smile, "Besides, the Dominator Overlord still belongs to your Styx Eight. I'm just borrowing it when necessary. Nothing will happen."

Requesting some monthly votes~ I'll take a few days off, then start adding more chapters.