We're Accomplices Now

Completely unaware of the terrifying scene he was about to face, Alvin shuddered inexplicably.

"Strange, why do I have this ominous feeling?"

He scratched his head in puzzlement. Could it be that Lloyd had gotten into some trouble again?

!

He cleaved the bullet in two with a single sword strike, then leaped into the air like a lithe dragon, wielding a greatsword taller than himself. He swatted away the well-trained soldiers like flies, and Ilya landed just in time to witness this scene that sent chills down his spine.

"You need to take care of yourself." After stammering for a while, Ilya finally managed to squeeze out this sentence, nearly driving Alvin crazy.

"I'm perfectly healthy!" He glared at Ilya, annoyed. "But you, go easy on them. These people have been fooled by Fernando."

"Don't worry, I've controlled my strength." Ilya, carrying the Executioner Greatsword, showed none of the composure expected of the Sisters of Silence: "They'll only be seriously injured at most; they'll recover in a few months."

Watching the Defense Force had been swatted away and embedded in the wall, Alvin's lips twitched. In the end, he couldn't be bothered to argue with her. "Forget it, let's keep going. Don't waste time on them."

The Defense Force she encountered along the way barely had a moment to react before being sent flying by Ilya's sword.

Or they might be suffocated by Psychic Power.

Snap!

With a powerful Psychic Power blast, the guards at the door were sent flying, and the gates of the Fernandi family were now wide open before the two.

"Be careful." At that moment, Ilya blocked his way, looking at the seemingly ordinary road with an extremely serious gaze. "I can sense a very deep and evil Psychic Power within!"

"Please stay away from me."

Feeling dizzy and almost letting out a sharp explosion, Alvin endured the discomfort and took several steps back, moving away from Ilya.

"Oh, sorry—" Ilya said apologetically, "I was a little too nervous and forgot to control the range of the 'domain' for a moment."

As the Blank Realm contracted, Alvin finally felt much better. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and gave a wry smile, "Is this the Sisters of Silence? I only interacted with her for a few seconds, and I already felt like I was going to die."

The domain of the Blank is too suppressive to Psyker and ordinary people. He even felt that if Ilya wanted to kill him, she probably wouldn't even need to use a finger; she would only need to stand there for half a minute!

No wonder, even Primarch as powerful as the traitorous Magnus, one of the most skilled in Psychic Power, could only flee in terror when surrounded by thousands of Sisters of Silence.

This feeling is just too painful!

The soul was as if it were being swallowed up, its connection with the Warp completely severed, much like a drug addict undergoing internet withdrawal and rehabilitation.

It could be hundreds of times more serious!

The two maintained a distance of several meters between them as they entered through the Fernando Family gate.

However, what puzzled Alvin was that there wasn't a single person in the entire family; it was as if they had all vanished into thin air, which was rather strange.

Moreover, there is almost no light. Even if Alvin uses a lamp, the light is compressed within a one-meter range by an invisible force!

"I have a bad feeling—" Ilya spoke again, gripping the Executioner's Greatsword tightly, "There seems to be something around us—watching us closely!"

Alvin, hiding outside the Blank Realm, had the same feeling. "I thought it was just my imagination."

So you feel that way too?

From the moment he stepped inside, his sixth sense had been frantically warning him, every nerve pounding wildly, as if indicating that the seemingly peaceful house was far more complex than it appeared!

Suddenly, a figure darted out from the shadows in the corner and pounced on Alvin!

Ilya remained on high alert and reacted with lightning speed. She took a step forward, using the momentum to intercept with her Executioner Greatsword, slashing out in a perfect arc!

Egg!

The thing was cut in half, but the remaining half was still alive, roaring as it lunged at Alvin.

Seeing this, Ilya drew her crossbow from her waist and fired a high-explosive bolt, which struck the creature in the head.

An explosion brought it to a complete halt.

"What is this?" Alvin crouched down and shone his light on the ground, finally seeing clearly what had attacked him—a suit of armor filled with rotting flesh and blood.

"It possesses the power of evil sorcery?" Ilya also felt strange. "That's not right. Logically speaking, a creature imbued with Warp Sorcery should be annihilated the moment it gets close to me, but it seems different..."

"It's neither purely Daemon nor purely mechanical." Alvin frowned as he found twisted cables among the shattered armor. "Let's keep going; there should be more of these."

Using his memory, Alvin found the elevator that led to the "Shadow Dome," and the two rode it deeper and deeper.

Then they heard what sounded like fighting ahead!

"Let's go take a look!" Alvin and Ilya ran and soon arrived at the battlefield.

In the very center of that circular auction house stood the long-lost Inquisitor Aldrich, wielding Bolter in one hand and Power sword in the other, fiercely fighting against the relentless onslaught of Daemon armor.

Those Daemon armors all poured out from the abyss-like opening in the very center of the auction hall.

"Help!" Alvin gave the order, and Ilya leaped out, her Executioner Greatsword flying up and down. Her agility and weight were perfectly displayed, a combination of skill and power!

"What are you doing here?" Aldrich asked, wiping his sweat and panting.

"I was just about to ask you that, what are you doing here?" Alvin was also surprised, never expecting that Aldrich, who had disappeared for so long, would actually barge in here!

"No time for details!" Aldrich urgently, pointing to the abyss-like well. "Lloyd's down there. I'll hold these things off, you hurry down and stop him!"

"Me?" Alvin was taken aback.

"What else?" Aldrich winced in pain, clutching his abdomen. Only then did Alvin notice that the wound on his abdomen was still bleeding.

"Now it's just you left!" Aldrich said, panting. "Lloyd is communicating with an Evil God called 'Vashtor.' You must stop him as soon as possible, or more 'Daemon-infused Armor' will be awakened, and then every creature in the entire Nomad Port will become his sacrifice!"

"Vashtor?!"

Alvin suddenly realized why the monsters he had encountered along the way were all products of the symbiosis of machines and flesh!

"Enough talk, I'll buy you a chance!" Aldrich took a deep breath, drew his Power sword, and stared at the evil, blasphemous creatures with a death-defying resolve. "You take Sisters of Silence and go deeper to stop Lloyd's plan. I'll fight my way through for you!"

"Can you... do you do it?" Alvin expressed serious doubt, wondering if Aldrich, in his current condition, could even manage it.

"Who do you think I am?" Aldrich sneered, his Power sword flashing blue light, a fierce glint in his eyes. "I am Aldrich von Braun, Inquisitor of the Ordo Hereticus. Countless Daemon have fallen by my hand. You think a mere Daemon creation can stop me?"

"I do have another idea--"

Alvin hesitated for a few seconds.

"You have a plan?" Aldrich had just braced himself for a fight to the death, almost deflated upon hearing this, giving him a resentful look. "Why didn't you say so earlier?!"

"I'm just afraid of you," Alvin laughed awkwardly. "You're Inquisitor, what if you come after me?"

"Use what you have now!" Aldrich gritted his teeth, glaring at him. "You've been the Vought's prime suspect for a long time, what difference does one or two more make? Do you have to wait until I'm dead to use them?!"

"Okay, I recorded it!" Alvin finally relaxed and patted him on the shoulder. "You said it yourself, from now on we're 'accomplices'."

"I'm begging you, please hurry up!"

Veins bulged on Aldrich's forehead; if the situation hadn't been so inappropriate, he probably would have shot Alvin in the head!

Then, to the bewilderment and shock of Ilya and Aldrich, they saw what was behind Alvin...

Suddenly, a large number of interstellar warriors emerged!

The arrival of dozens of Space Marine instantly turned the tide of the battle. In front of these Black Armored Warriors, these Daemon-infused Armor were like straws, falling down in droves!

"Wait a minute, why do these Space Marine's Power Armor look so familiar?" Aldrich was stunned, his mind briefly blank.

The black-painted armor was fine, but the insignia on the shoulder armor looked like a longsword pointing vertically downwards, enveloped by unfolded white wings.

For a fleeting moment, Aldrich broke out in a cold sweat, his neck stiffening as he turned to look at Alvin beside him. "These people, could they be—"

"The Fallen Angels."

Alvin patted him on the shoulder and smiled, "Now, we're accomplices. If you don't want to be taken to the Stone Fortress, you'd better keep my secret, Aldrich — Your Inquisitor."

Aldrich had never regretted it so much.

He should have died here instead of witnessing the existence of Fallen Angels!