The Fallen Angel Hidden in the Underhive

Uniting the majority while isolating and attacking the minority—that is the essence of politics.

Divide, isolate, create conflict—as long as you abandon your bottom line, there are countless ways to do it; the only problem is dealing with the consequences.

But Alvin had already considered a solution to this so-called "consequence".

Primarch, heir to the Emperor, Lord of the Legion, father of the Dark Angels, Lion El'Jonson Eljonsson—such a formidable "banner," how could he possibly let it go unused?

In short, it boils down to one word... wait!

The ones who should be worried now are not them, but Avalon, who is currently engaged in combat with the Chaos Fleet, and Governor Hal.

Not them.

Of course, Alvin didn't intend to just stay in the room. If he remembered correctly, there was a very important plot point after the Lion King awoke.

He found the Astra Militarum commander guarding them outside the door, subtly handed him a gold coin, and politely stated his intentions. "Could you please convey to the Governor that we wish to wander around the Hive City? Of course, we are willing to be under constant surveillance, but we will never go to any places that would cause the Governor any trouble."

It is absolutely true that gold is a hard currency.

Because the Eagle Coin and Throne Gelt promoted by the Imperium can only be used in the Segmentum Solar, while the various parts of the Imperium in the Dark Side basically use their own currencies, which are diverse.

Rogue Trader typically trade with local merchants or governors using simpler goods, such as scarce resources like ammunition, minerals, and Promethium. However, Alvin, having had his weapons confiscated, could only choose gold.

The Astra Militarum was somewhat surprised, but skillfully accepted the gold coins. Seeing his amiable attitude and the absence of noble arrogance in his tone, he softened his tone and said, "I will convey your request to the governor, but whether he will agree is uncertain."

"Certainly."

Alvin smiled and nodded.

If Governor Hal suspected them, he would surely have agreed to the request.

The reason is simple: from his brief conversation with Governor Hal, Alvin discovered the governor's personality. Perhaps because of his outstanding military achievements, she was very proud and arrogant.

Such people, even when faced with a "trap" that is highly likely to be set up by Chaos, will not back down, but will instead see it as a challenge.

If they were indeed spies sent by Chaos with the aim of infiltrating the Hive City and sabotaging important facilities, then the governor would have deliberately let them out to search for the bomb.

Things turned out exactly as Alvin had predicted.

Soon, Governor Hal at the front agreed to their request, but they had to be under the "protection" of the Astra Militarum to avoid being harmed by the cult within Hive City.

Alvin, of course, would not refuse this.

He called Zabriel, and surrounded by an entire Astra Militarum under the guise of "protection," but in reality, "surveillance," they left the mansion.

However, contrary to the expectations of Zabriel and the Astra Militarum, Alvin seemed to be genuinely strolling around, deliberately avoiding important facilities.

It was the same for one day, two days, and so on.

Even Governor Hal, who received the intelligence, couldn't help but have some doubts about Alvin's behavior. "Could he really just be wandering around?"

On the other side...

After wandering around for two days, Zabriel was extremely anxious and worried about the situation at the Stone Fortress, couldn't hold back any longer. "My lord, I don't understand. You've been wandering around for the past two days, from Upper-hive to Middle Hive, and tomorrow you're going to Underhive. What exactly are you trying to do?"

"Keep it confidential."

Alvin's casual remark left Zabriel anxious but helpless, unable to resist his lingering affections.

Who can blame him when he's the "crown prince"?

"I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush," Alvin said calmly. "When you go Underhive tomorrow, pay close attention to your surroundings; you might just find a surprise!"

Could you be more direct?

Zabriel's lips twitched. If Alvin weren't the first Watcher Knight, the Grand Master of the Sons of the Forest, his temper...

I would have punched this guy's head right into his skull!

Seeing Zabriel's frustrated expression, Alvin couldn't help but chuckle, "Some things are better left unsaid."

He finally understood why some people enjoyed being "riddlers"—it really felt great!

In the end, Zabriel, seething with anger and with nowhere to vent it, could only sit silently to the side.

The next day.

As usual, Alvin greeted the Astra Militarum, and then, surrounded by his entourage, he and Zabriel left the mansion and boarded the hovercar.

"I want to go check on the Underhive today."

Alvin stated his goal.

The Astra Militarum remained calm, not finding anything unusual. After all, Alvin had been behaving very "well-behaved" for the past two days, neither visiting important facilities nor inquiring about secret information, but simply wandering around the Hive City.

Soon, the vehicle entered Underhive.

Unlike Losel and other Hive City, the Underhive here are located on the outermost edge of the Hive City, gathered in the form of tribes, each providing various resources to the Hive City in exchange for necessary survival supplies.

Although still very rudimentary, compared to places like Losel and Alert Star, the inhabitants of Underhive here are living in Heaven, demonstrating that Governor Hal has done a good job of governing.

Alvin chose to walk, and the Astra Militarum followed.

In the Underhive region, the Astra Militarum clearly relaxed its vigilance. After all, there were no important facilities here, and it was located on the outermost edge of the Hive City. Even if Chaos launched a surprise attack, it would be impossible to break through the Energy Shield of the Hive City.

Following Alvin's orders, Zabriel kept a close watch on his surroundings, secretly preparing for battle.

He thought that a major battle would take place today.

However, the result disappointed him. He visited seven or eight Underhive tribes in a row, but there was nothing worth his attention.

"My lord, what exactly is it that you told me to pay attention to?" Zabriel couldn't help but ask.

"Isn't this the place?"

Alvin stopped, his brow furrowed.

His gaze swept over every room in the Underhive, past the dilapidated houses, even not missing the huge pipes and the overhead tracks, but he still couldn't find a single trace.

Just as he was wondering if he had really come to the wrong place, a peculiar mark in front of Underhive caught his attention.

Finally, we found it!

If his memory served him right, after the Lion King awakened his Warp Essence, he encountered a "Fallen Angel Chapter" on a planet!

Alvin smiled slightly and said to the Astra Militarum behind him, "I'd like to go in and have a drink. Anyone want to come?"

The Astra Militarum frowned, a hint of disdain in Underhive expression. "No, sir," he said decisively, shaking his head.

We'll wait for you outside.

Anyway, there wasn't any complicated terrain around the bar, so the Astra Militarum figured they couldn't escape anyway, and readily agreed.

As for why the Noble Lords went to the pub in Underhive, that wasn't their concern; perhaps they just wanted to experience it?

"Wait, sir."

Just as Alvin was about to go over, Zabriel also noticed the subtly engraved mark next to the bar's door, and his pupils suddenly contracted sharply. "This place—you can't go in!"

"Oh?"

Alvin's lips curled into a slight smile as he turned to Zabriel: "Why can't we go in? Are you afraid to see your former comrades?"

"You."

Zabriel felt a slight sense of satisfaction.

This mark is a signal that only the Dark Angels Legion can recognize, and it was also the emblem of a legion that rebelled in Caliban!

However, he didn't expect that Alvin would recognize this ancient emblem!

"Let's go, Zabriel."

Alvin didn't explain why he recognized the mark, and strode into the bar. "It's been so long, don't you want to see these brothers who fought alongside you?"

I don't want to, not at all!

Zabriel's eye twitched violently. The Fallen Angel were a very complex group; some still held onto their principles, while others had long since abandoned them!

Does anyone know which category the Fallen Angel here belong to?