A Familiar Face in a Strange Land?

After beheading Salton, Alvin, playing the role of "Zane," naturally inherited the man's position as the Chaos Lord.

This was an extremely common "ritual" among the Chaos Space Marine, and no one wanted to avenge Salton.

Including his personal guard, the Bloodstained Warband.

By killing, sacrificing, and dueling, they proved to the others that they were more favored by the Chaos Gods. This was how Salton rose to power, and it is not unreasonable for him to be replaced in the same way now.

Of course, admitting it is one thing, but whether one is willing to obediently follow orders is another.

Alvin didn't mind.

After all, he didn't really want to join the gang; he just needed to use this identity.

Now, it's time for him to collect his spoils.

According to Chaos's conventions, since he defeated Salton in the arena, he had the right to inherit all of Salton's assets, including his warbands, warships, and so on.

In other words, the Bloodstained Warband has now been absorbed by the Bloodskull Warband.

"Sir, I'll take you to the bridge command room."

A Dark Tech-Priest approached, head bowed, his voice hoarse, "According to the rules, you should be re-enrolled and memorized by the Machine Spirit before you can control this warship."

"Okay, take me there."

Alvin lowered his voice and nodded.

Afkar, standing behind, suddenly showed a look of horror in his eyes beneath his helmet. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but was quietly stopped by Alvin's gesture.

Soon, led by the Dark Tech-Priest, they arrived at the Bloodstained Warband's command center, which was also the command center of Salton's warship.

The entire bridge command room was shrouded in a dark red pulsed halo, as if one were in a sea of blood.

The Imperium's Win-Win symbol, suspended upside down from the mechanical dome, was also entangled by a dense array of twisted thorns, from which drops of rust-colored liquid oozed.

The normally neatly arranged array of Cogitator was now enveloped in Mycelial Carpet of flesh and blood, and the raised parts on the control panel resembled Daemon faces, occasionally emitting chaotic screams.

The most eye-catching position was Salton's command post, which exuded Chaos, blasphemous, and distorted aura!

It was a throne of flesh and machine, constructed from the skeletons of hundreds of living people whose souls had been extracted and who had been tortured, along with steel, cables, and so on!

The holographic combat platform in the center of the bridge emitted an eerie green light, and the star map it projected seemed to contain swollen, distorted Daemon faces.

Dozens of cables, indistinguishable between flesh and blood and mechanical components, hung down from above, their spikes piercing the neural connection slots of the Tech-Priest. These once devout Mechanicus priests had now become withered, almost hollowed-out corpses, their mechanical tentacles peeking out from under their red robes long since fused with the fleshy, Mycelial Carpet on the ground, making them look particularly grotesque.

"Sir, please come this way."

The Dark Tech-Priest, still with his head bowed, pointed to the seat and said, "You need to sit down; the warship's Machine Spirit will connect with yours."

After staring at the throne for a few seconds, Alvin slowly said, "Alright, I understand. It's so simple, you don't need to tell me. You can leave now."

Playing is playing, and making a fuss is making a fuss.

He didn't want to sit in that chair.

Otherwise, being exposed is a minor issue; if he actually gets on board, who knows what kind of surprise Old K might have in store for him?

Seeing that Alvin didn't intend to sit down, Afkar secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the murderous intent in his eyes faded somewhat, and at the same time, the hand gripping the dagger at his waist also loosened slightly.

His reluctance to sit on it at least confirms that Alvin has not yet been completely corrupted and Corruption Chaos!

Otherwise—A fierce glint appeared in Afkar's eyes; he would not hesitate for a moment!

"Um?"

Alvin turned his head and found that the Dark Tech-Priest, who had been keeping his head down, was still standing in the same spot, seemingly ignoring his orders. He frowned immediately. "Didn't you hear what I said? You're not needed here anymore. Get out."

The repeated refusals aroused the Dark Tech-Priest's suspicions.

Logically, these Chaos interstellar warriors should be eager to sit down and receive their predecessor's "legacy."

They would never refuse like "Zane" did.

Thinking of this, the Dark Tech-Priest slowly said, "Sir, the ritual for recognizing a master on Daemon warship requires Tech-Priest to oversee the entire process to ensure its success. Surely you don't even know this?"

Alvin was speechless.

He genuinely didn't know how the Daemon warship recognized its master, but the problem was—he couldn't actually board it, could he?

Not sitting down doesn't fit the persona!

He could clearly sense that the Dark Tech-Priest was beginning to doubt him.

After a moment, Alvin sighed deeply, looking at the Dark Tech-Priest with the eyes of someone looking at a dead man. "Forget it, I can't explain it to you anyway, Afkar —kill him."

"!!!"

The Dark Tech-Priest was taken aback, a look of horror on his face, but then a deep voice came from behind him.

"Yes, Your His Highness Alvin."

Upon hearing the name, the Dark Tech-Priest's pupils constricted sharply. Just as he was about to say something, he sensed a terrifying killing intent and a deafening sonic boom from behind.

With his mechanical body and reflexes comparable to those of Space Marine, he forcibly adjusted his position, gripping the powered giant axe with his Prosthetic limb, and slashed down at the figure.

However, he still overestimated himself.

Afkar is a veteran of countless battles. Let alone a Tech-Priest, even the Chaos Lord Salton would not be able to stop him!

Boom!

The Dark Tech-Priest's vision went black, and then his body was sent flying backward as if he had been crushed by a heavy tank!

His mechanical body, embedded in a wall of flesh and blood, was a burly figure. Stepping on the shattered Mycelial Carpet of flesh and blood, he drew a dagger from his waist and, with precision and swiftness, severed his mechanical Prosthetic limb!

In just a few seconds, all four of his prosthetic Prosthetic limb were dismembered!

In a flash, just as Afkar was about to sever the head of this Dark Tech-Priest, he suddenly shouted, "Alvin, it's me —Rosales!!!"

"Stop!"

In short, the dagger came to a stop.

Less than a millimeter from Rosales's central nervous system, before him stood Space Marine who seemed like an iron tower.

Even through the helmet and the Auspex, it still exuded a terrifying killing intent.

If he had been even half a step slower, his head would have been ripped off!

"Plop--."

Rosales swallowed hard, his voice still trembling slightly. "Yes, it's me— Rosales. Do you remember me? We met on Losel, and I even helped you!"