The Biggest Mistake Was Getting the Intelligence Wrong!
After rappelling to the deepest point, Alvin noticed that the fog was even thicker than up there, and there were dismantled Daemon-infused Armor everywhere.
"Have they run out of ideas?" Looking at the cleaned-up area, Alvin was puzzled, feeling that things weren't as simple as they seemed.
But time was of the essence, leaving him little room for further thought.
"Keep moving forward."
Alvin and the others continued deeper into the fog-shrouded area.
During this time, they also saw the factory of the Daemon-infused Armor. The flames from the Warp burned countless tormented souls and infused their resentment into the twisted Daemon armor, which eventually became what they saw!
After ordering the place to be destroyed, Alvin and his group continued deeper into the area.
"Cough cough-cough cough." Aldrich's cough worsened, and he even became unsteady on his feet.
"It's alright, don't worry about me—" His lips were pale, his eyes bloodshot, making him look somewhat frightening, but his gaze was unwavering. "My life means nothing—cough cough, Nomad Port must not—be destroyed."
Although Alvin was reluctant, the thought that Lloyd was deep inside, conducting a secret Chaos Ritual, made him swallow back the words he was about to say.
However, as they were moving forward, they suddenly heard a loud thud behind them, like a heavy object falling to the ground.
Alvin looked back and saw Inquisitor Aldrich collapse to the ground, unable to hold on any longer.
"Your Inquisitor Aldrich?" He rushed over to help him, but was stopped by the quick-thinking Ilya.
"Don't go over there!" Ilya's eyes flashed with wariness as she stared intently at Aldrich, who lay on the ground seemingly unconscious. "I have a bad feeling. You absolutely mustn't go over there!"
Alvin followed her advice and sent a Dark Angels to help Aldrich up.
The Dark Angels from behind walked over, knelt down, put his arm around Aldrich's shoulder, and pulled him up from the ground.
But this very action caused everyone present to experience a sudden cardiac arrest!
Sizzle!
The sound was chilling, as piercing as tearing cloth!
But what was even more terrifying was that Aldrich, who was helped up by the Fallen Angels, had a bloody and mangled face, which looked like willow catkins, as horrifying as a vengeful ghost. The skin on his face was even stuck to the ground!
It turned out that the eerie and unsettling sound just now was the sound of his entire face being forcibly ripped off the ground!
When his skin was ripped off, several strands of flesh, pulled into thin threads, remained stuck to Aldrich's face.
Upon closer inspection—it was actually an "eyeball"!
His eyeballs were also stuck to the ground!
Looking at Aldrich, whose face had been "skinned off" and whose eyeball was hanging out, the bizarre sight made Alvin feel nauseous and almost vomit.
What's going on?!
His mind was filled with questions. Since they came down, their group hadn't encountered any attacks. What exactly happened to Aldrich in such a horrific way?
"Cough cough!"
Suddenly, another cough echoed through the thick fog!
The sound was like a heavy hammer, striking the heart of everyone present. Alvin's pupils suddenly contracted, and he turned to look at the source of the cough!
The person who coughed was none other than the Fallen Angels who had just helped Aldrich!
Powerful!
From the moment Ilya drew her sword to the moment she unleashed it, it was almost a fraction of a second. Without hesitation, the blade slashed towards the coughing Fallen Angels!
However, while she was fast, Reinhardt was even faster, his Power sword striking out and precisely intercepting the attack!
At the same time, the Fallen Angels around them drew their Bolter and pressed them against Ilya's head. "What do you think you're doing? He's our comrade!"
"What are you doing?" Alvin was shocked by Ilya's sudden behavior and quickly told her to stop.
"He's been infected!" Ilya's eyes were wary as she stared at the Fallen Angels, slowly explaining, "Although we don't know the exact reason, he developed the same symptoms after contact with the Inquisitor. For safety's sake, killing him now is the best option!"
At this moment, the Company Commander stepped forward, pressed Reinhardt's sword down, and turned his gaze to Ilya: "Sisters of Silence, I agree with your opinion, but this is our own matter!"
Ilya's gaze was icy as she shielded Alvin behind her, her muscles tense, preparing for the worst. "Are you going to protect your comrade and put Lord Alvin in danger as well?"
The Company Commander was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the expressionless Alvin, and hurriedly knelt down. "No, we absolutely did not have such an idea, Lord Alvin!"
And you?
Alvin's gaze was indifferent as he swept over the surrounding Dark Angels: "Pointing a gun at me, do you want to kill me?"
He could understand the Dark Angels's desire to protect his comrades, but that didn't mean he could allow these people to point guns at him!
The Dark Angels who had been holding guns also put down their weapons, knelt on one knee, and bowed their heads.
Looking at the kneeling Company Commander, Reinhardt, and the silent Dark Angels, Alvin said in a completely unwavering voice, "This is the first and last time. Otherwise—you'll all go back to where you came from."
Do you understand?
"Yes, Your His Highness Alvin!"
Cold sweat beaded on the Company Commander's forehead inside his helmet.
"I will report this matter truthfully to your Chapter Master. As for the punishment—let him decide."
Alvin paused for half a second before continuing, "Now it's your turn. Any thoughts?"
"Your His Highness Alvin, while I believe that directly eliminating the threat is effective, it would also put us in a more passive position," the Company Commander stated bluntly. "We will not protect our comrades. I think a more effective approach is to observe his condition after infection; this will help us figure out exactly what happened."
"Then how can you guarantee that he won't affect His Highness Alvin?" Ilya questioned.
"From this moment forward, immediately isolate Aldrich and any soldiers he has been in contact with," the company commander said in Company Commander voice. "Your His Highness Alvin, please stay with the priest; he will chant Lectitio Divinitatus and simultaneously deploy an isolation shield!"
"Okay, let's do it that way."
Alvin nodded, agreeing with the Company Commander's plan.
As they continued deeper into the area, the soldier also described his symptoms.
From initial weakness and powerlessness, to excruciating pain throughout his body, and then, like Aldrich, suddenly collapsing to the ground and falling silent.
This time, however, no one touched him.
Soon, it seemed as if twisted flesh grew from the armor on his body, gushing out from the gaps in the armor's joints, and he stood up unsteadily.
Before Ilya could make a move, the company Company Commander drew his Plasma Gun and vaporized the soldier instantly.
Just when they thought the crisis was over, another coughing sound came after the soldier was vaporized.
It came from the crowd!
"Cough cough!"
"Cough cough---·Cough cough!"
"Cough cough!"
Alvin's pupils constricted sharply. The number of infected people had increased dramatically this time, reaching dozens, almost encompassing the entire company!
Only then did he realize that they seemed to have fallen into a trap. Everyone here, except for himself and Ilya, had been infected by an invisible virus!
"Cough, cough--"
Coughing could be heard incessantly.
Within minutes, the infected people became increasingly ill, and what was even more terrifying was that their skin and bones seemed to be slowly dissolving!
We've been tricked!
Alvin's face turned extremely ugly; this was definitely not "Vashtor's" ability!
The Creator Vashtor is the realm of Chaos Knowledge and Mechanics, capable of fusing Daemon and machines to forge Chaos Artifact and even terrifying Daemon fleets!
However, it absolutely does not have the ability to create "viruses"!
Gazing at the flower garden shrouded in thick fog, overgrown with dilapidated, ugly, and repulsive plants, he gritted his teeth and uttered a name from his chest.
"Nurgle!"
The Father of Plagues Chaos God symbolizing disease, plague, decay, and rebirth. He is also a life god symbolizing the cyclical order of things moving from decay to new life!
But judging from the Evil God Lloyd worships, and from the Daemon-infused Armor here, they should both be creations of "Vashtor," so how could they suddenly become "Nurgle, the Father of Plagues"?!