Evidence? The Inquisition Is the One That Needs Evidence!

"Your Excellency, now that the supporting actors are all in place, shouldn't we, as the main characters, also make our appearance?" Alvin calmly rose, straightened his collar, and extended an invitation to the still-dazed Governor Hal: "It's too late to run away now. Why not join me in finishing this play?"

"Madman, Daemon— " Governor Hal's pupils were bloodshot, his face as pale as paper, his lips dry. "You, do you know that what you did today means the news can't be kept secret any longer? And what will happen to you then?"

As mentioned earlier.

Alvin can use such despicable and rule-breaking methods to deal with these nobles, then the same nobles can deal with him in the same way!

If you walk by the river often enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet.

By doing this today, you have essentially cut yourself off from the aristocracy. Soon, other nobles will retaliate against you in the same way!

Didn't I already say that?

Alvin loosened his collar, his face showing no sign of worry, and smiled, "Just wait and see. I'm looking forward to seeing how they deal with me."

When these arrogant nobles barged into the Governor's Mansion, they were stopped by the attendants who told them that the governor was receiving them in the banquet hall.

But when they went in, they were immediately startled. It was Governor Hal, sitting wearily in a chair, his face pale and bloodless, his eyes bloodshot, looking utterly lacking in composure, as if he were about to die.

A man stood in front of the governor.

"Good afternoon, everyone. Due to His Excellency the Governor's illness, I will be in charge from now on."

The man was also a nobleman, as could be seen from his attire. He bowed to the crowd with great elegance and then slowly said, "Let me introduce myself. I am Alvin Valshius, a Rogue Trader has accidentally ended up in this place."

Valshius?

The name startled the nobles present.

Although this was the Dark Imperium, it wasn't entirely cut off from information; they had also heard of the ancient Valshius Family.

Some things about this new heir.

But despite their surprise, they were not afraid.

No matter how powerful your Valshius Merchant Dynasty, you can't control everything, especially since this is Avalon, their territory!

"Then can I interpret your words as meaning that you intend to betray the Imperium?" Alvin casually shoved a huge, black pot onto the heads of these people.

"Don't talk nonsense!!!"

Such a huge accusation was placed on his head, making the leading nobleman feel dizzy and hurriedly try to explain, "I didn't say that, I meant—"

"Still dare to argue?!"

Alvin didn't give him a chance to explain, interrupting him first and angrily rebuking, "With the great battle at hand, Governor Hal is fighting a bloody war against Chaos, while you are cutting off supplies and besieging the Governor's Mansion in the rear. What is this if not betrayal?!"

"You're framing me! You're slandering me!" The leading nobleman panicked and shouted, "We've come to the governor to demand an explanation!"

We have never considered betraying the Imperium; we will always be loyal to the Emperor!

"Sorry, you can say that to the Emperor." Alvin's words categorized them all as "traitors": "Leading troops into the Governor's Mansion, daring to threaten the Planetary Governor entrusted with authority by the Imperium, cutting off supplies at the last minute."

Now, in accordance with Imperial Edict, I hereby declare that you must immediately lay down your weapons and surrender, and accept the Imperium investigation; otherwise, you will be executed on the spot!

"You, you're talking nonsense!" the leading nobleman roared, pointing at him and shouting, "You're slandering us! Why should we listen to you? You're not from Avalon, nor are you part of the Vought. What right do you, a mere Rogue Trader, have to judge us?"

Show me the evidence!

What a joke! They know all too well what happens if they really surrender!

What kind of investigation is this? Isn't it just torture to extract confessions?

We will never surrender, even if it means death. They've come here to force us to resign; we've already come this far, how could we possibly back down?

Moreover, in order to prevent such a situation, they even brought along their family's private soldiers and guards!

"Very well, Avalon's Hive City, the nobles intend to rebel and pledge allegiance to Chaos!"

Alvin sneered. How could he not have foreseen this situation?

If you don't resist, he won't have an excuse!

The next moment, dozens of interstellar warriors suddenly appeared in the huge banquet hall and rushed into the crowd of nobles without hesitation!

Buzz!!!

Amidst the roar of Chainsword, the private soldiers brought by the nobles fell like straws!

Soon, in just a few minutes, hundreds of noble private soldiers were reduced to mangled corpses under the blades of the Dark Angels led by Afkar.

This scene shocked the nobles present.

They never imagined that this guy, without any evidence, would dare to order the massacre of the major families by accusing them!

"Are you... are you insane?!"

The leading nobleman roared in terror and anger.

Alvin slowly descended the steps. The latter, terrified by Alvin's chilling gaze, collapsed to the ground, stammering, "You... you have no evidence! This is slander! We are nobles! You can't kill us!"

"What did you say?"

Alvin stepped on his stomach, the pain interrupting his words, and then deliberately bent down, feigning a listening posture. "Am I trampling on the laws of the Imperium? Is harming nobles punishable by burning at the stake? I am not the Vought; I have no right to treat you like this?"

I'm sorry, I was just following orders. If you have any questions, go talk to the Vought. I thought you were in Chaos —we're all trying our best to live, don't blame me."

"???""

The nobleman, trampled underfoot, nearly vomited blood from anger upon hearing his insincere excuses.

Alvin drew his sword from his waist, pressed it against the man's neck, and gave a chilling sneer, "How can the Imperium be good with parasites like you around?!"

"You... you can't kill us!"

The leading nobleman was terrified and shouted, "I am a nobleman! You have no right! You have no proof!"

"Ha, you're wrong about one thing. It's the Vought that needs evidence; I—don't need it."

Alvin smiled coldly, about to kill the stupid pig, when he heard a commotion outside.

Boom!

Suddenly, hundreds of people burst into the banquet hall.

"Stop!"

A shrill voice followed.

The source of the voice was none other than the archbishop of the Ecclesiarchy, dressed in a magnificent red robe and adorned with numerous priestly ornaments.

He rushed into the banquet hall in a panic, only to find pools of blood and limbs scattered everywhere. He then saw the leading nobleman under Alvin's sword. "Stop!"

"Save me, Archbishop Alton, please save me---"

Alvin frowned slightly, a fierce glint in his eyes. Ignoring the intruder's attempts to dissuade him, he raised his knife and severed the head of the struggling nobleman beneath him!

"Alvin Valshius —!!!"

The Ecclesiarchy Priest in his red robes froze on the spot, then his anger flared, his eyes filled with horror and shock. "You, you dare to harm an Imperium nobleman right before my eyes?!"

He had clearly called for a halt, but who could have imagined that Alvin would still be so audacious as to behead the nobleman right in front of him, the Archbishop of the Ecclesiarchy? What arrogance!

"Oh, your voice was too soft, I thought it was a fly, I didn't hear you clearly."

Alvin twirled his little finger inside his ear, then, in front of the cardinal, took it out and blew on it, looking completely nonchalant.

"You-.-·!

The cardinal was trembling with rage. The other party was clearly cheating, not even bothering to come up with an excuse; they were treating him like he was not human!