Alvin, the Inhuman

"Hundreds of thousands of nobles volunteered to repay the Imperium and the Emperor's kindness with their lives, fighting to the death against the Tyranid Swarm to buy time for our retreat."

General Droste, reading the report, his eyelids twitching wildly, veins bulging on his forehead. Finally, with a look of utter frustration, he threw down the document and cast a speechless glance at the young man before him. "You really think..."

"You've slaughtered so many nobles, and you think you can hide this excuse from the Ministry of the Interior and the High Lord?"

What about volunteering, sacrificing their lives for the Emperor, and fighting a bloody battle against Tyran to buy time for the civilians to evacuate?

Only a ghost would believe that!

Do they really think the Imperium's higher-ups are unaware of what kind of scoundrels these nobles are?!

"Is there a problem?" Alvin sat in his chair, completely unconcerned. After thinking for a moment, he added, "Oh, right, add one more thing: say they feel they have failed the Emperor's trust and are willing to defend the Imperium's territory and the glory of its nobles with their blood, worthy of the name Terra."

"Are you sure anyone will believe that?"

Dresster's lips twitched. Even a fool could tell that this excuse was far too crude!

Those nobles, who were usually cowardly and only knew how to enjoy themselves, could never possibly make such a righteous and awe-inspiring decision.

Unless Ogryn has eaten their brains!

Who doesn't believe it? Who dares not believe it?

Alvin glanced at him and said calmly, "If I say yes, then it is. Even if it isn't, it has to be. You submit the report, I approve the note, the Blood Lord signs it, Regent stamps it. Who dares to say they weren't willing? If he's so capable, let him come over here and kiss me in front of me, and see if he can say it himself!"

He believed he had done absolutely nothing wrong in this matter, and that neither the Ministry of the Interior nor the Vought could find fault with him, not even the High Lord!

If he really pushes me too far, he'll go and complain!

Who wouldn't complain? He'll complain directly to the Regent Yellow Skin, let's see whose backing is stronger!

"That's really something, too loyal."

Ross thought about it and realized that there was really no need to worry too much; this kid's background was incredibly powerful!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but let his lips curl into a wild smile, almost bursting out laughing. His entire face turned purple from holding it in, making him look extremely strange.

He had long disliked those nobles, and now that things had turned out this way, he was overjoyed; how could he possibly refuse?

Loyal, so incredibly loyal!

This deserves a thumbs up; it's a real venting of anger. Those damned parasites, they finally got what they deserved before they died.

I've made a small contribution to the Imperium!

"Oh, right, I almost forgot the most important thing." Alvin suddenly leaned closer, lowered his voice, and said, "Although I believe that as nobles, they should be prepared to give their lives for the Emperor..."

But just in case, I think it would be best to equip them with self-destruct bombs. That way, even if they can't stop the Tyranid Swarm, they can at least inflict some damage on the Tyran, making their deaths somewhat worthwhile, right?

"Hiss—" Ross gasped, staring at Alvin in shock, thinking to himself, "This kid is far too ruthless!"

"What? You don't think I'm too cruel, do you?" Alvin looked at the silent Ross, somewhat surprised. "Aren't you the Planetary General? You must do this kind of thing often, right?"

"I didn't! I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!"

Ross responded with a Third Company denial, his face full of disgust. "I would never do something so inhumane."

Inhuman— Alvin was speechless. It felt like this old man was making veiled criticisms; how could you talk about Emperor like that?

"Ahem—" Ross coughed twice, noticing Alvin's unfriendly gaze. "It's not that I think it's too cruel, the key is—we don't have that many manpower, and we also have bombs, don't we?"

"It's alright, I have it." Alvin patted his chest and said, "Leave it to me. Millions of suicide bombs, I can easily get this kind of stuff out."

Ross twitched the corner of his mouth, looking at Alvin's serious face: "You—"—are you really just Rogue Trader?"

What kind of Rogue Trader could carry millions of suicide bombs?!

"Otherwise what?" Alvin glared at him and said calmly, "You just need to evacuate the army, civilians, and large equipment such as factories as quickly as possible. Leave the rest to me."

"Oh-----"

Ross thought for a moment and added, "I think, to prevent them from rioting, I could send a supervisory team. What do you think?"

"Great idea!"

Upon hearing this, Alvin immediately gave a thumbs up. "You call me inhumane? You're just as bad!"

"Same to you."

Ross chuckled. He had long disliked those nobles and was eager to take advantage of their misfortune.

How could he possibly miss it?

Those Planetary Defense Force who are usually oppressed by the nobles would probably love this position.

The Warhammer Universe's overseer team is truly a "warse-monitor" in name only. If you dare to take even half a step back, you'll be met with the Commissar's Bolter.

Cowardice? Fear of war?

This kind of thing is absolutely impossible!

As a result, hundreds of thousands of nobles were beaten so badly by the Planetary Defense Force and the Cadian Shock Troops that they cried out in pain and were incorporated into suicide squads.

Similarly, the millions of noble guards, without firing a single shot, were all disarmed by the combined efforts of the Blood Angels, the Silver Templars, and the Chapter Punishers, and thrown into the Atonement Camp.

Someone might ask...

With millions of noble guards and hundreds of thousands of nobles, and seemingly possessing vast armaments, why didn't they dare to rebel?

The answer is actually quite simple.

Ross Planetary General commands tens of millions of Astra Militarum, including the elite Cadian Shock Troops, along with several Blood Angels cruisers and hundreds of Space Marine in orbit.

Faced with such a stark disparity, how could the nobles, who were used to nothing but pleasure, possibly retaliate?

Moreover, Alvin disrupted the nobles' plans in advance, and before they could react, he orchestrated a trap, taking away the decision-makers within the noble class. He then seized the opportunity during their panic to take control of the residences and factories of various nobles.

What will they have left to resist?

They were not justified in terms of morality, and they were also outnumbered in terms of manpower. Apart from surrendering and voluntarily joining the suicide squad, there were also those who stubbornly resisted. What awaited them was a bloody and cruel violent suppression!

And so, Alvin swiftly and easily resolved the noble problem on the Higanbana.

A massive portal was under construction. Gazing at the enormous, steel fortress-like gate, Alvin suddenly had a feeling of the Burning Crusade.

Of course, that door was just for decoration. The real "core" was Alvin, who would activate the teleportation to relocate the entire population, resources, minerals, and industry of the Higanbana Flower civilization to the Alien World, to the habitable planet under the Weyland Corporation.

After doing all this, Alvin wondered if he should tell Dante about what he had done.

Thinking of this, he picked up his pen and wrote a sentence on the blessed parchment, "Honorable Chapter Master Dante, Great Blood Lord, Lord of Baal, greetings, there is something I did not have time to tell you--"

He could already picture Dante's stunned expression when he saw the letter.

This is also why Alvin didn't use Warp Astropathic Message; he wanted to delay it by as much as possible to avoid Dante getting so angry he'd vomit blood.

So what if he killed hundreds of thousands of nobles? To Lord of Baal, it must be a trivial matter!