Are You Trying to Become a Second Vandire, Alvin?!

"Is this the result you wanted?" Winnie found herself a little confused, tilted her head, golden hair falling from her temples, and blinked her pale golden eyes. "Couldn't you just send people to wipe them out? Why go through all this trouble?"

CEC Harmony Mining Corporation may indeed be a behemoth in this world, controlling vast amounts of resources, military power, and economic power.

In the eyes of this Living Saint, CEC Corporation was not even as good as a rebellious Planetary Governor, at best on par with Underhive gangster, and not worth the trouble.

"Because I want divine seals, more divine seals."

Alvin stated his thoughts. "There isn't just one Divine Seal, nor is it limited to Earth. I need CEC Corporation to help me collect the Divine Seals."

This answer, however, made Winnie frown slightly, even more confused. "What do you need so many for?"

In short, the Divine Seal is an "extraterrestrial biological screening device" set up by aliens. When a civilization reaches a certain level, it will be activated to completely exterminate that civilization to prevent it from threatening their existence.

Aside from mind control, Winnie couldn't imagine what other use this thing could have.

"Of course, it's very useful." Alvin slowly rose from his seat, walked to the porthole, and gazed at the starry sky outside. "Although the Divine Seal is dangerous, as it can lure creatures into unconscious aggregation, there's no denying that it also has an advantage."

"What are the advantages?" Winnie asked.

"It involves very advanced technology," Alvin said calmly. "Infecting humans into Corpse Mutant is not as simple as it seems. From gene recombination, neural manipulation, to energy catalysis, these intricate bioengineering techniques are something we must master."

"And most importantly," he turned to Winnie, his eyes burning with a fire, "The mental control of the Divine Seal, if it can be used in reverse, can provide an extra layer of protection for the new legion."

"The new Legion?"

Winnie paused for a few seconds.

"Not bad." Alvin nodded and said softly, "Since we entered the Black Zone, I've increasingly felt that our current legion is insufficient to deal with the threats from the Warp. So, a long time ago, I thought of establishing a legion specifically to deal with the Warp and the Daemon."

A legion specifically designed to deal with the Warp and Daemon?!

Winnie's pupils constricted sharply as a horrifying thought surged through her mind, causing her voice to rise dramatically. "You, you want to... create a 'Grey Knights'?!"

The Grey Knights are a secret legion established by the Emperor specifically to deal with the Warp and Daemon; their codename is "666"!

Their existence is a secret to the outside world.

The Grey Knights are specifically responsible for arresting and banishing Daemon associated with the Warp, including Chaos Sorcerer, and their presence often leaves nothing but desolation.

There's a joke that goes like this.

The Vought is here; you might still have a chance to survive. But if you see the gray-clad warriors, you'd better lie down and wait to die.

Because of the Grey Knights' stealthy nature, any human or Astra Militarum who witnesses their presence is subsequently ruthlessly eliminated.

What exactly do you want to do?

Winnie took a deep breath, unusually cautious in her tone, and looked directly into Alvin's eyes, as if trying to find the answer in them.

What do you mean?

Alvin's bangs fell down, obscuring his face and making it impossible for Winnie to see his eyes.

"Grey Knights," Winnie said gravely, "You should know very well that this has—crossed the line."

"I'm just trying to better protect myself."

Alvin said in a low voice.

Isn't that enough?

Winnie couldn't help but speak, her voice trembling with excitement. "Your power is already immense, I—"

I was worried about you.

"Not enough!"

Alvin's voice was resolute. He looked up at Winnie, his eyes filled with determination. "Far from enough. This is simply not enough to face the threats we are about to confront!"

"Really, isn't that enough?"

Winnie's eyes held a hint of sadness as she gazed intently at the man who had stood by her through life and death, rising from a scavenger to the head of the Merchant Dynasty.

According to the information she knew, the Punisher Legion had already expanded to a full three thousand people, completely violating the regulations of the Astartes Temple regarding the size of interstellar Chapter, and it was still expanding!

Heaven knows what Alvin is really planning. Could it be that he intends to restore the world to what it was when the Emperor was still alive?

Is it the legion system of the Great Crusade?

But Winnie did not stop them.

Besides the three thousand-strong Punisher Legion, this man also has a Night Lords's Personal Guard of over a hundred men, a company of Ultramarines, and the Blood Angels Death Company on the verge of madness!

Not long ago, with the addition of Inquisitor Aldrich, a new squad of 100 "Deathwatch" hunters was formed.

This is just the number of Space Marine!

If you also include the Imperialis Militia, the "Iron Man" legion, the Eldar are allied with him, and the elusive Necron, the war potential of this force is so great that even the High Lords of Terra would probably issue a kill order to the Officio Assassinorum if they knew about it, let alone a small CEC company!

This is no exaggeration.

Even if a Rogue Trader family is personally granted a trading license by the Emperor, it may possess four major legion seeds, hundreds of Imperialis Militia, several Iron Man legions, and have unclear relationships with various forces such as the Eldar, the Necron, the C'tan, and the Dark Adeptus Mechanicus.

Who can feel at ease?

Who can trust us?

It could very well be another rebellion, one that, like the Horus Heresy of the Ecclesiarchy, could split the Imperium apart!

This is also what Winnie is most worried about.

She witnessed firsthand how Alvin rose from an Underhive scavenger to his current position, a powerful force capable of shaking the very foundations of Imperium and even splitting it apart in the blink of an eye!

What exactly do you want?

Winnie asked, her eyes filled with worry.

She was genuinely worried that Alvin would be consumed by ambition and ultimately follow in Vandire's footsteps.

"What are you worried about?" Alvin asked, looking directly into Winnie's eyes.

"I'm scared." Winnie's eyelids drooped, her eyelashes trembling slightly. "I'm scared that you'll become like Vandire."

I'm afraid you'll go down this path of no return.

What if I say yes?

Alvin said half-jokingly, "The Imperium is too corrupt now. The only way to change this situation is through the most ruthless methods. What would you do?"

If Aldrich were to hear this, the Vought's fleet would likely swarm out the next day and nip him in the bud.

The Imperium will never allow another Vandire to emerge.

"I don't know." Winnie shook her head blankly, her mind a jumble of thoughts, like she couldn't find a thread to pull. She bit her lip tightly. "But I don't want you to go down this path."

"Don't worry, I'm not that stupid." Alvin stepped forward, stroking Winnie's delicate face, and smiled. "I don't care what happens to the Imperium. I'm just a Rogue Trader. If the sky falls, the Primarch will hold it up. What does it have to do with me?"

Feeling the warmth of her fingertips, Winnie's mood improved considerably. She opened her large, pale golden eyes and imprinted Alvin's face in her mind. "Really?"

"Really, when have I ever lied to you?"

Alvin turned to look at the starry sky, his voice low and somber, and said, "I just—don't want Elsa's story to repeat itself on you."