Dark Angels? No, Fallen Angel!

Alvin was unwilling to think about the strange scenes in his dream, or rather, he was too lazy to delve into their deeper meaning.

Since there's no way to escape it anyway, we might as well take it one step at a time and deal with it when the time comes.

Then he looked around.

"Wait, wait a minute---Why am I here?!" After waking up, Alvin felt extremely unfamiliar with everything around him.

The dilapidated wooden house, the old and messy furnishings, he even saw several pottery jars with a historical and cultural feel, including a wooden bowl used to hold medicine, which also had several chips.

In the corner of the room, there were several bags of rice that had already gone moldy.

This is clearly not his battleship.

It looks more like the dwelling of a backward, primitive agricultural civilization—could it be that I've traveled through time again?!

The idea lingered in Alvin's mind for only a few seconds before he dismissed it.

No, he should still be in Warhammer.

The reason is simple: Alvin checked the Navigator and found that his spacetime location was still in the main universe, and he had not traveled through time a second time.

But that's a bit strange!

Before he lost consciousness, he was clearly thrown into the shadows by Kor'vash, and should have been back on the ship by now. How did he end up here?

What kind of place is this?!

A jumble of chaotic thoughts, like a tangled ball of yarn, troubled Alvin.

He was wrapped in thick strips of cloth, which somewhat hindered Alvin's movements, but after he lowered his head, he fell into a long silence.

These strips of cloth... weren't disinfected!

It's not even fair to say they weren't disinfected; these strips of cloth were even moldy, with some still bearing dried bloodstains and emitting an indescribable stench.

Very good.

Alvin sighed and removed the strips of cloth.

He was sincerely grateful for his extraordinary constitution; otherwise, those moldy, smelly, and blackened strips of cloth alone would have been enough to infect his wounds and cost him his life!

The house was just a few pieces of broken wood, a "room" barely cobbled together, and it was drafty everywhere. He suspected that even a slightly stronger wind could blow the dilapidated house away.

After removing the strips of cloth, the herbs inside were revealed.

It seems someone carried him here after he lost consciousness and gave him some basic treatment.

Although simple, it is undeniably effective.

Alvin had regained his mobility and, upon inspection, discovered that his Power sword, Bolter, noble attire, and almost everything else he was wearing had been taken.

The only things left are the bound Navigator System and the "Sky-Shaking Unicron" belt.

Unfortunately, Sky-Shaking Unicron was shattered in the battle with the Daemon Prince Lorca, and to repair him, he must seek out Sentinel Prime Di.

"No rush—" Alvin wasn't in a hurry either. Losing the things wasn't important; he wanted to figure out where he was first.

Although the effects of his injuries are still present, he has Personal Space with a large amount of emergency equipment stored there, specifically to deal with such situations that might arise.

Therefore, even if he encounters danger, as long as it doesn't involve the "Primarch," he is still somewhat confident.

Surely we can't possibly encounter the Primarch again?!

Alvin shook his head, quickly banishing the thought from his mind.

What kind of international joke is this?

Encountering this once is bad enough; God help me, please don't encounter it again.

After taking out a simple outfit from his Personal Space and changing into it, Alvin pushed open the wooden door and went straight out.

It was already late outside, and the area was an open space. Many people, dressed in rags, emaciated and with ashen-faced, sat around the fire, seemingly having lost all hope.

A cast iron pot sat on the fire, simmering something inside, steaming and emitting a delicious aroma.

No one questioned Alvin, who never came out of the house.

Alvin frowned slightly and observed carefully. He found that the people here all had the same expression, completely devoid of life. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they were just walking corpses.

"Hello?"

He tried asking one of the older men.

The old man raised his head, his gray and cloudy eyes staring at him for a few seconds, but he didn't answer. He just pointed to the big pot, indicating that he should go and get something for himself.

"Sir, may I ask where this is?" Alvin persisted, unwilling to give up.

Unfortunately, the old man no longer wanted to speak. He lowered his head and remained silent, like a stone statue.

Left with no other option, Alvin turned to ask the others, but the result was almost the same: no one was willing to talk to him, and everyone had an expression on their face that showed they had lost all hope for the future.

Just as Alvin was feeling puzzled, he suddenly saw a burly figure emerge from the distant forest.

This is Kamas.

The imposing figure spoke, and as it drew closer, it came into full view of Alvin.

On the other person's shoulder was the carcass of a dead beast. Alvin didn't recognize it, but judging from its fierce fangs, it must have been a carnivorous beast.

The man looked as if he hadn't trimmed his beard in a long time, so much so that half of his face was covered in a beard. But what was most striking was the scar on his face that stretched from his brow bone to his jaw, almost traversing his entire face.

Despite his advanced age, his eyes still held an undeniable sharpness.

But none of these things shocked Alvin the most. What shocked him the most was that although the other person was wearing a tattered cloth robe and had made simple coverings, he could see through the almost torn cloth robe that the old and faded armor underneath was visible!

That's a Power Armor!

Combined with his height of over two meters and his robust physique, he was clearly a Space Marine!

"I found you in the forest." The other person, carrying the wild beast, tossed the carcass aside, then ladled a bowl of meat soup from the cooking pot into a worn wooden bowl and handed it to Alvin: "Eat your fill, then leave this place quickly."

Alvin took the wooden bowl, but the doubt in his eyes deepened. "Who—are you?"

The man was silent for a few seconds. "This is none of your business."

"Are you Space Marine?" Alvin secretly became more vigilant, but wasn't too nervous.

He is a completely different person now.

Even if he faced Space Marine head-on, he couldn't possibly lose, let alone Psyker!

You're asking too many questions.

The other person was clearly unwilling to answer the question, their tone somewhat impatient, a hint of coldness in their eyes. "You're not welcome here. Once you've finished eating, leave quickly."

You saved me, and now you want to send me away?

Alvin said helplessly, "Besides, I don't even know where I am. What if we encounter danger again?"

The man was silent for a few seconds, then pointed in a direction. "Go in this direction, for 170 kilometers."

"You'll be able to reach the planet's Hive City; with your status, finding a way back shouldn't be difficult."

"Do you know who I am?"

Alvin raised an eyebrow.

"Rogue Trader." The other party was even more impatient, his eyes filled with anger. "I have no obligation to answer your questions. Your identity will only cause trouble here. Don't force me to throw you out. If you understand, finish your meal and get out of here!"

"Okay, okay, I understand, don't worry----"

Alvin pretended to beg for mercy, but in reality, his eyes were fixed on him, trying to find any signs that could prove the other party's identity.

Just then, a child walked over carrying a wooden bowl.

He rarely showed such tenderness; he bent down, gave the child a piece of the cut-out wild animal meat, and then reached out to pat the child's head.

But this gesture revealed the insignia of his armor on his chest.

The armor on the chest was badly worn, but the insignia of wings and longsword that once symbolized his status and glory could still be clearly seen!

Alvin's pupils suddenly contracted sharply. "You are— Dark Angels? No, you are Fallen Angel!"