Kill You Until You're Willing to Bow Your Heads!
It must be said that some people are born ingrates. They consider themselves Emperor's Children, yet they completely disregard the teachings of benevolence in the doctrine.
People like this need to be taught a lesson!
Alvin cast a cold glance at him, his eyes filled with a hint of mockery and sarcasm.
This country, and indeed this nation, always likes to play clever tricks, thinking that by manipulating the will of over two hundred countries, they can subdue him?!
Isn't that underestimating him a bit too much?
A population of just a few billion may seem like a huge number to people on Earth today.
But if this were in the Warhammer Universe, this population wouldn't even be enough to fill a small Hive City!
He disliked senseless killing, but—for this nation, it was a different matter.
Even at this moment, the representatives of the Magpie Country still failed to realize the seriousness of the situation, and even believed that they were the ones in control!
"Dear Mr. Alvin, we have no intention of challenging your authority as the High Councilor of the Holy Terra Alliance. However, this matter represents the common will of a vast population of 219 countries, accounting for over 90% of the total human population. You cannot ignore it, can you?" The hoopoe representative spoke eloquently, as if victory was assured, and confidently raised his head.
"You can certainly use your veto power, but politics is an art of compromise. Unwavering toughness may not allow you to demonstrate your power."
Unfortunately, Alvin was too lazy to waste words with him. Instead, he raised his hand and said, "MOSS, turn the camera around and make them all open their eyes wide to see clearly what's about to happen."
"Yes, sir!"
MOSS immediately relayed the satellite footage.
The image shows a country in the Middle East, and anyone with a discerning eye can immediately recognize it as the country of the hoopoe.
The hoopoe's expression suddenly became extremely interesting, as if it had been painted with various colors of pigment, in shades of blue, green, and yellow.
Switching between red and purple.
"Mr. Alvin, what do you mean by this?!" He was suddenly terrified, feeling that things were spiraling out of his control.
"Quiet!"
MOSS suddenly let out a cold shout.
Amidst the horrified gazes of the UN parliamentarians, the entire hall was suddenly flooded with numerous door-frame robots.
The cold, metallic blasts of the guns sent shivers down the spines of everyone present!
"What... what does this mean, Mr. Alvin?" Mike's face was somewhat grim, mixed with a hint of fear.
"Now, everyone be quiet!"
However, MOSS answered instead of Alvin, its cold and murderous voice echoing through the hall. "On behalf of the Holy Terra Alliance Council and the Adeptus Mechanicus Temple, I order all members to remain silent. Anyone who dares to disobey will be considered a traitor to the Imperium and will be immediately subject to the purge agreement!"
The use of force is the most direct indicator!
Even the hoopoe, who loves to talk nonsense the most, shut its annoying beak under the Door Frame Robot's emotionless threat!
They can threaten and tempt humans, but when it comes to artificial intelligence, this tactic is completely ineffective!
No one dared to challenge MOSS.
No one spoke in the room; the atmosphere was deathly silent and oppressive. Alvin slowly began, "I have always held high expectations for you and for humanity, but unfortunately, you have failed me."
His test was simple: all that was needed was for humanity to demonstrate courage, responsibility, cooperation, and solidarity. However, this simple test yielded results that greatly disappointed him.
"During the solar hydrogen flash crisis, you were fighting amongst yourselves; Devourer Civilization has arrived, you're still fighting amongst yourselves."
His eyes flashed with extreme displeasure, and his voice turned icy. "Until just now, you were still attacking each other over a little power, which disappoints me greatly."
"Ah--"
Bang!
Just as Mike was about to speak, an electromagnetic bullet grazed his cheek precisely and shattered the wooden planks behind him!
Mike's pupils contracted sharply, and a chill ran down his spine.
"Mr. Mike, United States. Representative, this is the first warning," MOSS said coldly. "If you dare to interrupt Mr. Alvin a second time, I will physically stop you and end your life. Please remember this."
"If I had to say, the only one among you who satisfies me is Mr. Zhou Zhezhi from Xia Kingdom." Alvin tapped the table lightly with his index finger, making a dull sound.
But this sound was like the death knell, tolling in the hearts of those who harbored evil intentions!
"After saying all that, there's only one thing I want to tell you," Alvin slightly raised his eyelids, landing on the hoopoe representative. "I'm very disappointed in you."
At this moment, in the hoopoe kingdom in the scene, the sky was suddenly ripped apart by streaks of meteors, and those huge metal Drop Pod, dragging flames, crashed into the ground!
The violent impact created layers of air currents!
The terrifying Stormfront destroyed homes, and the heatwave, carrying debris, instantly plunged the entire Hoopoe Kingdom into a sea of fire!
Amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd, Alvin said coldly, "Since you dare to challenge my authority, you must have considered the worst possible outcome, right? Then—? Let's start with you."
Immediately following, a group of warriors, each over two and a half meters tall and clad in heavy armor, strode through the burning flames and thick smoke, like Daemon descending from Hell, their dark figures reflected in the depths of everyone's eyes!
The invasion alarm blared, like a sharp arrow piercing through the smoke-filled land of the hoopoe!
A massacre with no resistance began to unfold on screen!
From landing to combat, the entire Magpie Country could be described as utterly powerless to resist. They couldn't even aim at those black warriors who came like the wind, moving with efficiency and speed!
Even heavy armored units like tanks couldn't withstand a single bullet from the enemy!
The bullet's power easily penetrated the tank's front armor, then melted the entire crew inside the cockpit from the terrifying heat!
Massacre!
The blatant massacre unfolded right before the eyes of the United Nations parliamentarians until the hoopoe representative snapped out of his daze and screamed!
"No, no!!!"
The hoopoe representative never imagined that the other side would actually carry out a massacre against his country over a mere disagreement!
"Shut him up, MOSS."
Alvin tapped his index finger, his brow furrowed; he was growing increasingly disgusted with this country.
"Yes!"
MOSS's precise shot left the hoopoe representative paralyzed on the ground. It deliberately spared its opponent's life because its master had only told it to shut up.
The hoopoe, lying in a pool of blood, watched in despair as his country was slaughtered!
The rest of the people wore expressions of shock and bewilderment. They had considered that Alvin might yield, or that Alvin might fly into a rage, but they never imagined that he would resort to such direct violence!
This is exactly the result Alvin wanted!
Since no one is willing to listen to reason, let's use a more direct approach.
"There's one thing you're absolutely right about."
Looking at the terrified crowd, Alvin calmly said, "Politics is the art of compromise; I wholeheartedly agree with that statement."
But the prerequisite is—you must possess the power to make me compromise.
Very quickly, in less than half an hour.
The hoopoe's kingdom was wiped out, yet this still did not meet Alvin's requirements.
Dark Angels are all too familiar with this kind of work; didn't they help the Emperor exterminate one race after another long ago?
How many people are in a mere human nation?
A bomb that fell from the sky completely wiped out any trace of the hoopoe's existence from the earth!
"You—you don't think you can make us submit by doing this!" At that moment, another voice rang out, glaring angrily at Alvin: "We will never submit to your violence! Go ahead and kill us all if you dare!"
These words seemed to awaken the fearful crowd, and a glimmer of light appeared in their eyes.
Right, he can't really kill all billions of people in the world, can he?!
"This is dictatorship!"
"It's terrorism!"
"We will never yield to violence! You can't make us submit! Your behavior is simply Daemon!"
"Very good, very courageous!"
Alvin nodded approvingly. "I like courageous people. Since you've said so, then I'll grant your wish. MOSS—tell them to slaughter one country after another, in the order these people are speaking, until they are willing to bow their heads, until they dare not waste any more words with me!"