Leaving Alert Star!

After Abaddon's Chaos army was wiped out in one fell swoop, the situation on Alert Star eased considerably.

Whether it was the Orks or the Genestealer, they seemed to have gone into hiding, essentially going into a "lurking" state. Clearly, the Imperium of Man had lured the enemy deep into their territory and wiped out the massive Chaos Fleet in one fell swoop, making the other two major powers quite wary.

But there is one thing that both sides tacitly agree on.

The Alert Star will not remain peaceful forever. The current calm is merely an illusion. Once Chaos returns, the dormant Genestealer and Orks will once again reveal their healing teeth!

After returning to the Central Sector, Alvin dealt with Agamemnon's affairs, discussed the distribution of profits, and incidentally left behind a hidden "Space Bridge" teleportation device.

In case he encounters a desperate situation in the Black Zone, he can sacrifice the pawn to save the king; at worst, he can abandon the spaceship and bring back important family members.

After giving a few words of advice, Alvin led everyone to the starport, just in time.

Because of the need for maintenance and resupply, and the fact that they had just encountered Alert Star and were experiencing a rare period of calm, the "Sword of Sword of Redemption" simply made its way to the starport in Agamemnon.

In previous space wars, the Sword of Redemption served as a protector of its companion planet, and thus suffered some damage.

Earlier, Holman had been in such a hurry that he hadn't stopped to resupply or repair anything along the way, so this was a good opportunity to give it a good overhaul.

From a distance, the enormous flagship resembled an island, hovering in the center of the vast starport, where approximately several thousand Tech-Priest were offering their final sacred prayers for this ancient vessel.

Actually, it involves reciting binary scriptures that no one can understand while applying "holy oil."

To ensure the safety of navigation, these seemingly tedious and even unnecessary superstitious practices are precisely the most important aspect.

In other worlds, this might not be of much use, but here in the Warhammer Universe, where all sorts of monsters and demons roam, idealism and faith are truly effective!

It was precisely because of these events that Alvin's scheduled departure date was postponed by three days.

Fortunately, these tedious procedures are now complete, the flagship resupply is finished, and the latest "Bastion-class Energy Shield" has been upgraded along the way.

The only thing Alvin regretted about this trip to Alert Star was not being able to obtain the STC Template for the "Bastion-class Energy Shield".

According to Drakris, that thing was stored in the most important Forge Factory on the Styx Eight. He had the authority to use and manufacture it, but he couldn't steal it.

Otherwise, the Forge Grand Sage would have discovered it.

"Forget it, as long as it works, who cares who it belongs to?"

Alvin shook his head, dismissing the idea; the STC Template was something he had never dared to touch before.

Before stepping onto the family flagship, he looked back at the Alert Star one last time, his heart filled with emotion.

Perhaps, when he returns after this voyage, the Alert Star will have become a complete Purgatory, engulfed in flames of war!

"Thinking about Elsa?" Tucker, who was beside him, noticed that he had suddenly stopped and made that connection.

"Not entirely." Alvin didn't completely deny it, his gaze fixed on Alert Star: "We don't know how many years it will be before we can come back. I just wanted to take a few more glances."

For him, Alert Star was a place that left a deep impression.

Here he encountered several difficult and desperate situations, and was even nearly corrupted by "Khorne". It was also the first planet he arrived at since leaving Losel.

Although they gained a lot, they also lost Elsa.

He knew very well that the Nachmund Campaign would last longer than he had imagined, perhaps for several years or even a decade.

I wonder if they will encounter the "Regent's" Expeditionary Force when they return.

"Alright, let's go back."

Lamenting the passing of spring and autumn was not Alvin's habit; he quickly rallied and stepped into the cabin.

"Welcome back, Your His Highness Alvin."

Alvin had barely stepped into the combat cockpit when he heard the greeting from the "Sword of Redemption" Machine Spirit.

After being away for so long, hearing "Machine Spirit's" voice suddenly felt slightly unfamiliar, but he quickly recovered. Thinking of Elsa, who had been beside him when he left, he felt a little downcast. "Yes, I'm back."

Seemingly sensing the weariness in his voice, "Sword of Redemption" kindly inquired, "Would you like me to schedule an appointment with Apothecary? I sense you seem a bit down."

"No need, I'm not that fragile."

Alvin shook his head, refusing "Machine Spirit's" suggestion. "Where is Grand Sage Carroll? I need to see him."

"Grand Sage Carroll is waiting for you in the prayer hall, Your Highness," the Machine Spirit said.

"Okay, I'll go see him now."

Alvin dismissed Tucker, letting him lead the others away, and took the elevator alone to the prayer hall.

Valshius's prayer hall remained as tranquil as ever.

The Emperor's statue stands at the highest point, and the banners of honor of the Valshius Family hang on the beams and pillars of the magnificent hall.

"Your His Highness Alvin, it's a relief to see you back safely." Carroll gripped the scepter, her crimson mechanical Cybernetic eye scanning him, and she seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief. "We were all very worried when we learned you were surrounded, but thankfully, you were protected by the Omnissiah and the Emperor."

"Thanks to the protection of Omnissiah and the Emperor, I am safe and sound."

Alvin nodded slightly, then asked directly, "Grand Sage Carroll, how is my grandfather?"

"He's improved a lot." Carroll nodded and smiled, "Thanks to the 'Stasis Field' you sent, Horn's vital signs are at least for the time being, so we don't need to worry too much. As for the rest... I can't guarantee anything, but I can assure you that I will do my best."

?

After all, what truly endangers Horn is the toxins in his body, but solving this problem is a matter of luck.

Alvin wasn't too worried about that.

With the "Navigator System" around, he will one day find a way to save Horn and Elsa.

"Very good. Have the family members and all departments prepare."

Alvin took a deep breath and said slowly, "We... need to prepare to leave the Alert Star."

"Yes, Your His Highness Alvin."

Carroll lowered her head, her tone unconsciously taking on a hint of reverence.

After returning from the Alert Star, Alvin keenly sensed a different aura than before, whether it was due to his high position or his experience of battle.

The Alvin before them seemed to finally... become like a true ruler of the Merchant Dynasty!

Carroll was pleased with this; she figured if Horn woke up and saw how promising his "grandson" was, he'd be just as happy.

Alvin quickly arrived at the command bridge.

He sat in the command center, the nervousness of first-time command of the entire warship gone, replaced by composure.

His gaze fell upon the Star Whisperer, and he nodded slightly. "Please guide us according to the Astronomican."

The Star Whisperer, wearing his distinctive helmet, remained silent and nodded.

Soon, a slight tremor spread throughout the entire warship, followed by a loud command transmitted from the communication array to every point.

The outer decks were raised and the ship's portholes were closed.

Gellar Field enveloped the entire warship, followed by the roar of the Warp Engine. The massive "Sword of Redemption" cruiser, accompanied by violent tremors, sailed out of the Alert Star starport and instantly entered Warp the moment it reached orbit!

"Target: The Dark Imperium!"

"Estimated sailing time: ninety Terra days."

However, a very interesting scene unfolded in the lower-level cabins.

As the lowest-ranking slaves, they were often required to perform the most menial tasks on warships, such as cleaning.

One of the slaves looked curiously at the other, who was also a slave. "Hey, are you really that reluctant to part with the Alert Star?"

Most of the slaves who were bought were eager to escape from Alert Star.

This guy, however, was quite strange. He stood by the ship's porthole, staring intently at the Alert Star, as if he couldn't bear to leave.

The slave lowered his head dejectedly, glared at the slave who had asked the question, and silently slipped into the rest room.

If he had tears in his eyes, he would have loved to weep uncontrollably.

Alert Star... This slave was none other than the Necron Lord Torzak, who had disguised himself Human Skin and infiltrated the area!

Who would have thought that this mighty Necron Lord would disguise itself as the lowest of slaves?!

"Damn you, Trazyn, you just wait!"

Torzak was on the verge of tears, curling up in a ball in his dirty, cramped cabin, feeling utterly wronged.