This Was Chaos!
The Lion King had never felt so mentally exhausted.
Ever since Alvin demonstrated his ability to arbitrarily strip away the souls of others, even imprisoning and manipulating them, the Primarch's temples have been throbbing wildly, with several veins bulging.
If he didn't know that this kid had someone protecting him, he probably would have suspected that Alvin's soul had been switched by Tzeentch!
Spells involving the soul are beyond the reach of ordinary Psychic Power.
The one most skilled in soul-level witchcraft is none other than the infamous troublemaker, the scoundrel, and the most hated guy Tzeentch!
Combined with Khorne's strange behavior earlier, the Lion King's brow twitched wildly. He seemed to finally understand why "that person" had asked him to take care of this kid.
Khorne, Tzeentch —his eyelids twitched wildly. Could it be that the remaining two had also joined the game?
"Lion King, are you alright?" Alvin noticed the Primarch's face suddenly change color, turning purple and then blue, his expression unpredictable. A chill ran down his spine. Could it be that he was doubting him?
Although Alvin raises Xenos, has ambiguous relationships with the Eldar and Necron, and manipulates and imprisons souls, he is 100% a good person!
"Well, Lion King, actually this is something I..." Alvin was really unsure, after all, Lion King was known for hating Chaos, so he decided to explain.
You don't need to say anything.
Before Alvin could explain, the Lion King rose from the steps, gave him a meaningful look, and then said earnestly, "Where you learned this from is none of my business, but I need to remind you that you are not allowed to use such behavior in front of others unless the Sons of the Forest are present, understand?!"
"I understand, I get it--"
"Oh, that's not what it was about after all." Alvin nodded. He wasn't stupid; how could he possibly reveal his ability to use evil witchcraft in front of others?
Then, the Lion King turned his gaze to the others, his eyes carrying a hint of pressure. "This matter is top secret of the Sons of the Forest Chapter. Afkar, do you not need me to tell you what to do?"
I understand, how could I not understand?
Keeping secrets—they're all too familiar with that!
Afkar understood perfectly. He clenched his right fist and struck his heart with a dull thud. "With the forest as our witness,"
We are all Keeper of Secrets; anyone who dares to pry will be wounded by a sharp blade!
With the Lion King's words, it means that Alvin's secret, from this moment on, will be completely buried along with the ancient Dark Angels Legion and those secrets that should have been buried in history!
Regardless of status, position, or power, anyone who dares to pry into Alvin's secrets will face the same result: his complete physical annihilation!
Alvin was a little confused.
He knew that deliberately revealing Kamar-Taj's soul magic in front of the Lion King might provoke a huge reaction.
I never expected it to turn out like this!
His own secret, and the secret of the Dark Angels Legion, are actually of the same weight?!
The thought of the future, if the Vought decides to send someone to investigate me on a whim, only to run into these demons, is unimaginable!
As he stood there in a daze, the Lion King approached, his large, fan-like hand landing on Alvin's shoulder, making him slump. "Be careful, don't be reckless. Once you find their lord, summon me immediately!"
"Okay, okay--"
Alvin blinked. Why did it seem like his status with the Lion King had suddenly risen so much?
Could it be that the Yellow Skin gave this instruction?
As planned, Alvin followed the traces of Chaos Blessed within Zane's soul and successfully located the coordinates of the Chaos Fleet.
Once the portal stabilized, Alvin led dozens of warriors from the Sons of the Forest Chapter, changed into their Power Armor, and filed in.
Upon entering the Chaos Battleship, a thick and pungent stench of blood filled the air.
Everywhere you look, the warship is covered in flesh and blood, with twisted, grotesque spikes everywhere. The corridors and even the ground are decorated with a large number of skulls as proof of the sacrifice to the Blood God.
The place was filled with a disgusting, nauseating odor, and even Alvin, who had a breathing filter, felt extremely uncomfortable.
"Sir, are you alright?"
Afkar immediately stepped forward and asked him in a low voice about his condition.
This is the realm of Chaos, permeated with Blasphemous Witchcraft and distorted furnishings, enough to corrupt ordinary people. Even the strong minds of Astartes are highly susceptible to being affected by this environment without sacred incense and protective measures.
Psyker are more affected. "I'm fine, I feel okay." Alvin took a few deep breaths to indicate that he was alright, then tugged at the chain. "Come here!"
Zane, who was bound, was immediately pulled over.
"Is this your warship?" He lowered his head, looking at the frustrated Warband Lord, and said bluntly, "Where is the commander of your main warship?"
When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.
This statement also applies to Astartes. To outsiders, they are high and mighty demigods, but in reality, every interstellar warrior has their own thoughts, though they rarely reveal them.
Having already pledged allegiance to Chaos, Space Marine no longer care about things like shame.
"Yes, sir, this is the Crimson Skull warship." Zane suppressed his anger and forced a fawning smile. "Our warship is on the left. Lord Salton, who commands this Chaos Fleet, has his warship at the forefront, protected by eight Strike Cruiser and fifteen escort ships. Under normal circumstances, it's difficult for them to get close."
"Can't you go directly to see him?" Alvin frowned. With this level of defense, even if he piloted this warship directly to ram through, it would probably be difficult to break through the outer defenses.
"No, Salton is cunning and afraid of death. He rarely summons us directly—" Zane, fearing being forced to sit on the Golden Throne to see the Emperor, answered without hesitation, afraid that he would be whipped again if he was too slow.
You can't blame him for being timid.
The main point is, in any Chaos, who dares to say they are not afraid of the Emperor?!
Seeing Alvin remain silent, and unable to see his expression through his helmet, Zane became somewhat worried and hurriedly explained, "My lord, as you know, the Chaos Gang are often very hostile to each other, and it's common for them to annex each other. The previous lord was careless, and Salton found an opportunity to kill him, which is why this position fell to him."
Yes, this is very Chaos.
Alvin rubbed his temples, lost in thought.
It seems he'll have to come up with another plan, otherwise he won't even be able to see this Chaos Lord, let alone carry out any decapitation plan.