Bluffing, Then Bluffing Some More!

Although Alvin was not clear about what the Emperor was about to assign him, he could imagine that it would be anything but ordinary.

Otherwise, he would never have allowed Winnie to hand over the Gene Seed of the "Grey Knights," a secret Chapter specifically designed to deal with Warp Chaos Daemons.

Even conservatively estimated, it's a complete mess!

It's a classic Warhammer game, a must-try, but if possible, Alvin would prefer his journey to be a little calmer, without so many storms.

As one of the first Grey Knights candidates, the number of recipients is approximately three thousand.

These individuals were carefully selected, undergoing rigorous screening from the genetic embryo stage to determine those possessing the most resilient qualities and pure soul characteristics.

All of this is thanks to "Arno".

After being left in the Biohazard world, he has been regularly supplying high-quality test subjects to the Punisher Legion.

And now they need to send out candidates for the Grey Knights.

These candidates, during the artificial cultivation stage, were injected with Compound V and the perfect-grade T-Virus. Those who awakened "Psychic Power" potential were selected and subjected to corresponding tests.

Ultimately, out of tens of thousands of recipients, only a little over twenty passed the "Divine Seal Network" test, resisting the corruption of the Chaos illusion solely through their own willpower.

Whether it was fate or the favor of the world's will, Wesker, as the oldest among the recipients, actually passed the test of the purity of his soul and the corruption of Chaos.

What follows is the much longer process of biological gene organ implantation.

Winnie herself served as the instructor, teaching these people the "holy Psychic Power" to fight against Chaos, including purifying the Daemon Psychic Power flames, constructing an anti -Warp barrier, and most importantly, the <Daemon Codex> that the Grey Knights could use to banish the Greater Daemon of Chaos and even the Daemon Prince.

This contains the true names of thousands of Daemons. Only by reciting the true names of these Daemon can these Chaos fragments be banished from the Realspace.

Daemon cannot be completely killed; there is only one way to exorcise Daemon.

In addition to the above, they also need to learn close combat, including the proficient use of multiple weapons such as halberds. Only when they can fight a novice Daemon alone without any protection can they be considered to have completed the training.

Secondly, there is the Aeldari Battle Witch, Hilda, who targets the Prophet, and teaches the Aeldari runic arts, which can be used to resist Daemon and amplify Psykana Power.

To ensure the combat effectiveness of this force, Alvin even went to find Odin, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Oh."

Odin, seated on his throne, stroked his beard with a cold laugh, making no attempt to hide his disdain. "What about what you promised me last time? You're not trying to get something for nothing again, are you?"

Last time?

Alvin shrugged, racked his brains for a while, and then realized what it was.

"Well, there was a bit of an accident last time." He scratched his head awkwardly, a little embarrassed. "Who told the Tyranid Swarm mothership to be so fast? Next time—I promise, I'll get it for you next time!"

When he borrowed troops and the Bifrost last time, he promised Odin that he would bring him the Mother Nest of the Tyran, but in the end he broke his promise and blasted the mothership to pieces.

"Nothing you say will work this time!"

Odin, furious, glared and waved his hand dismissively. "Get out of here! I don't want to see you right now!"

He didn't believe a word Alvin said. That kid was incredibly shrewd, taking advantage of Asgard's future needs to exploit them like sheep, taking advantage of them to the bitter end. Who could tolerate that?

"No, Odin!" Alvin, displaying his shamelessness, stubbornly refused to leave the hall.

He grinned and said, "This time I promise I won't borrow any troops, nor will I borrow your Bifrost!"

What do you want?

Odin frowned, sensing that this kid was up to no good, but he couldn't quite figure out what he was planning.

"May I borrow your Valhalla?"

Alvin frowned, rubbed his hands together, and said, "Don't worry, this time it's not free, I can pay!"

Odin raised an eyebrow, glanced at the shameless Alvin, and said speechlessly, "I can lend it to you, but you need to make this clear first. Are you going to try to fool me with some 'forever' or 'future' thing again?"

Once or twice is one thing, but this kid always turns white (referring to a specific type of white hair), who can stand that?

Absolutely not!

Alvin patted his chest and assured him, "I'll pay you in cash this time, no delays whatsoever!"

This sentence sounds exactly like something a construction foreman would say.

"Listen-"

Odin was completely baffled. He stood there dumbfounded for a long time, having never seen this kid before. Why was he being so agreeable? Could there be a trap?

"That Tyranid Swarm hive you mentioned last time, can you get your hands on it?" he asked tentatively.

"It'll be a bit difficult." Alvin shook his head and said frankly, "But I should encounter them in the near future, and I can give it a try then, but I can't guarantee success. I'm sure you know how troublesome the Tyran are from the people who participated in the last war, right?"

"Um."

Odin nodded.

He had inquired with the legion commanders who had participated in the war before, and the answer he received was that if this disgusting race were to invade Asgard, their sheer numbers alone would be enough to destroy the entire realm of the gods!

"How's your search for the homeland we mentioned earlier going?" Odin changed the subject. He could clearly feel his power waning, and he needed to find a way out for Asgard as soon as possible.

"Yes, plenty!"

Alvin chuckled and said, "You can move anytime you want; places are easy to find!"

This is the truth.

He now owns five worlds; finding a place to live in Asgard is a piece of cake for him.

But the problem is...

Alvin stopped there.

The real difficulty lies in the "World Tree"—who would want to see the fish they've raised for so many years, ready to be slaughtered, suddenly escape their control?

"No rush, no rush."

Odin said he wasn't in a hurry, but the worry between his brows betrayed his true thoughts.

"Actually, I have an idea, but I don't know if I should say it---" Alvin stroked his chin, looking hesitant.

"You brat, trying to show off in front of me?" Odin glared at him, annoyed, and snapped, "Say it or don't!"

"Hahahaha-." Alvin chuckled, then leaned closer mysteriously. "Let me ask you first, what do you think is the root cause of Asgard's inability to break free from the 'curse'?"

What else could it be?

Upon hearing this, Odin's brows furrowed with anger, but it wasn't directed at Alvin. His gaze subtly shifted to the ethereal yet undeniably real sky outside the temple, the meaning clear—the World Tree!

"I was just thinking, if—I mean if—" Alvin smiled slightly, "Could the so-called 'curse' also be understood as another kind of 'mark of slavery' etched on the soul?"

"That understanding isn't wrong either."

Although Alvin's words were harsh, they were all true. Odin merely frowned, but didn't get angry.

He sighed, "We are indeed their slaves—kept here in captivity."

Ragnarok in Asgard, from another perspective, is like domesticated poultry, which are harvested periodically when the time is right.

What exactly are you trying to say?

Odin was in a bad mood, and his tone was slightly harsh.

"Would you mind changing slave owners?"

Alvin smiled. After all that buildup, it was finally time to get to the point.

The true intentions are revealed!

He finally revealed his fangs.