The Bloody Conference!

Under the intimidation of the Blood Guard, the nobles' restless ambitions were clearly suppressed.

Upon hearing Alvin's words, the clever and cunning nobles immediately felt a sense of foreboding, their eyes widening in disbelief. "You, what exactly do you want to do?!"

What do you want to do?

Alvin tilted his head and said calmly, "It's simple. Of course, we hope that all the nobles can contribute their share to resist the Tyranid Swarm and buy time for the subsequent relocation of people and industry."

"You're breaking the law!"

An elderly, bloated, and obese nobleman, his face pale and trembling, shouted, "We are nobles, we should be the first to evacuate! Why should those lowly commoners and beasts be allowed to leave before us?!"

"Oh?"

Alvin glanced at him, his eyes filled with undisguised disgust. "The lowly people and beasts you speak of can produce bullets for the Imperium, repair factories, and mine minerals, contributing to this war. So, tell me—what can you do for this war?"

He had tried to test them before, but unfortunately, none of the nobles performed to his satisfaction.

It would be fair to say that killing them all wouldn't be an exaggeration!

In fact, Alvin did not despise nobles, after all, he was also of that class. But he had seen what a real noble should look like!

In Losel, the greedy nobles, despite the cult and Chaos, never bowed their proud heads, using their lives and blood to block the erosion of the Chaos Star, buying crucial time for the rescue.

The Knight Family, who exploited the common people to the point of ruthlessness, were also the ones who stood on the front lines when facing the formidable enemies of Chaos and Xenos, proving their noble honor with their blood.

A true triumphant return!

Unfortunately, true nobles like these are far too few in the Imperium; most are like this group before us, cowards who fear death!

They enjoy the rights and status granted by the Imperium and exploit the common people, but when they are needed to stand up, they all cower like turtles!

As Alvin said, a nobleman as stupid as a pig is not as valuable as a slave laborer who Underhive. Because, during wartime, slave laborers can carry shell boxes to transport shells to the front lines, or they can produce explosives and shells in factories at the rear.

But what could these nobles possibly do?

Are they expected to produce supplies, or are they expected to go to the front lines to fight Tyran?

No, they will only cower in the back, like ants crawling on the wounds of the Imperium, constantly sucking blood to fill their fat, bloated bodies!

"We, we are nobles!"

Clearly, the Noble Lords did not realize that they were of no value whatsoever in Alvin's eyes, and they continued to clamor to appeal to the High Lords of Terra!

"We must appeal to High Lord!"

"That's right, treating nobles like this is illegal and heretical!"

"Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you're Rogue Trader. We are nobles, and you must prioritize our safety according to Terra law!"

"That's right! Even if the Blood Lord were here, we would still be the first to evacuate. We are nobles of the Imperium, and you must abide by the laws of Terra, or you are heretics! You are blaspheming the Emperor!"

"Noise!"

Alvin sneered, and without hesitation, drew his Bolter, aimed at the fat, big-eared, pig-like fellow, and fired a shot.

Bang!!!

The bomb exploded, ending the life of this fat, big-eared nobleman, splattering his brains and blood onto the expensive carpet.

"Sue me? You'd better be alive to sue me first!" Alvin turned his gun on the remaining people, and fired a bomb at each of them who had dared to shout earlier!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Inside the meeting hall, the nobles were shocked.

They never expected that this kid would act unpredictably and suddenly flip the table!

Without a word, guns were fired, and in just half a minute, more than a dozen nobles fell into pools of blood, their heads blown to pieces!

White and red viscous substances were spilled on the carpet, and those Noble Lords who were usually high and mighty were terrified and trembled. Some of the more timid ones even became so frightened that their legs became wet and emitted an unpleasant stench.

These nobles deserve a strong response!

Aren't they the ones who love to use their power to bully others? Alvin will show them what real fighting style is all about!

Might makes right!

Who agrees, and who disagrees?

Alvin gripped his Bolter, his eyes blazing with murderous intent. He grinned maliciously at the trembling nobles. "Don't say I didn't give you a chance. Anyone else who objects, step forward now, or you won't have another chance later."

Who objects?

Who dares to object?

The nobleman who was clamoring for opposition just a second ago had his head blown off by a bomb, his body lying there in the hall, his blood still warm. Who would dare to voice their objections now?

"Very well, since no one has any objections, then it's decided." Alvin nodded with great satisfaction. "Since you are all Imperium nobles, it is only right that you contribute to the Imperium in times of crisis and set an example by taking the lead, is that alright?"

The nobles were on the verge of tears, their faces ashen.

"Ah, Your Highness Count Alvin, I—I beg you, please let my family's children go!" A more sensible older nobleman, already knowing death was inevitable, knelt down and kowtowed, pleading, "The children are innocent! I can stay and fight to the death for the Imperium, but please let the children leave!"

"Innocent?" Alvin sneered, his eyes icy as he looked down at them, his gaze sharp as knives. "From the moment they were born, they enjoyed the honors brought by their families, lived a life of comfort and luxury, and received offerings from commoners. Now it's their turn to prove themselves, and you're telling me they're innocent?!"

He descended the steps one by one, stood before the kneeling old man, and said coldly, "I'd like to ask you, is there such a good thing in the world?"

The old man's face was ashen, his lips pale, and a venomous resentment shone in his eyes. He stared intently at him, hysterically shouting, "Don't force us! If we don't cooperate, you won't succeed either!"

"Threatening me?"

Alvin appeared to be smiling, but the chill in his eyes made even Tucker, who was standing next to him, tremble.

He slowly turned his head to look at the other nobles. "You don't necessarily share the same idea, do you? It's alright—I'm a very magnanimous person; feel free to raise any opinions directly."

"That's right!"

"Don't push us too far. Old Knight Jazz is right. If you push us too far, we won't be pushovers!"

"Young man, don't really think that just because you have the Blood Lord's command, you can control the entire Higanbana."

Hundreds of thousands of nobles have submitted to you!

"We don't want a lose-lose situation either. If you let us go this time, we can assist your plan. Otherwise, you won't be able to take away a single piece of the entire Higanbana industry!"

"Exactly! We have millions of Guardians; even if it really comes down to a fight, we're not necessarily afraid of you!"

"Did you see that, young man!"

Old Knight Jazz, who had just kowtowed, slowly stood up like a venomous snake, and sneered, "Don't think that just because we have the Blood Lord's orders, we're truly afraid of you. This is the Higanbana, our territory. If you really push us too far, we'll just drag everyone down with us!"

Smack!

However, Alvin suddenly slapped Old Knight Jazz across the face.

Several front teeth flew out of the old man's mouth. His mind went blank, half his face was swollen, and he stared at Alvin in disbelief. "You, you dare to hit me?"

"Old man, do you think I'm afraid of your threats?"

Alvin grinned maliciously, squatted down, and patted his face. "You didn't actually think I called you all here specifically to discuss something with you, did you?"

Sir Korja's heart sank, a sudden sense of foreboding washing over him. "You—what are you going to do?!"

"Let me correct you, it's not 'what to do,' it's 'already doing.'" Alvin said, like Daemon.

He grinned, revealing his pearly white teeth. "Old man, learn your lesson in your next life, don't be so naive."

While we were chatting, I sent people to visit each of your families one by one. Judging by the time—by now, there's probably not even a fly left. What do you have to threaten me with?"

What era are we living in? Who would give them the opportunity to threaten them?!

Alvin, a master of ancient Eastern political intrigue, orchestrated a treacherous banquet for a group of nobles in the Higanbana, a scene reminiscent of the 40K era!

"You, you, you---"

Sir Korja turned pale and tried to speak several times, but couldn't get the words out.

Threaten me? Sorry--·

Alvin slowly rose, shook his head, gazed at the trembling nobles, and sighed, "What a pity, even my grandfather could guess what you're thinking with his ass. There's nothing new about it."

"Your His Highness Alvin, please spare me!"

"Your His Highness Alvin, I was wrong, I was wrong! I'm willing to donate all my wealth, just please spare my life!"

"Your His Highness Alvin, it was all a misunderstanding! I was just joking!"

In an instant, the nobles wept bitterly, as if their own mothers had been killed, kneeling down and desperately kowtowing, apologizing, and begging for mercy.

"Not a single tough nut to crack"

Alvin's eyes were indifferent as he turned and left, waving his hand dismissively. "Kill them all, leave no one alive!"

In an instant, the sound of Bolter echoed throughout the conference hall!

The Blood Guard, armed with Bolter and tactical daggers, utterly and overwhelmingly slaughtered hundreds of high-ranking nobles in the entire conference hall!

This night, for many years after the Battle of Stygian Shield, was celebrated by the great nobles of the Imperium.

It was called the Bloodstained Conference!