It's Your Turn to Shine. Come Out, Netherforged Scarab!

Although Winnie was still skeptical of Alvin's story, the more important issue at the moment was to verify whether what he said was true!

If it really is the "Daemon Engine," then she must consider whether to use her mentor "Gransol's" connections to send a distress signal to the Space Marine Chapter.

The Daemon Engine... is not Astra Militarum can handle!

But then, another serious problem confronted Winnie.

How can she get there?

The path to the Forge Factory leading to the Daemon Engine is littered with hordes of Servitor corrupted by Chaos.

It would be very difficult for an individual to infiltrate the core of Forge Factory without alerting the cult.

"Can your armor carry me there?"

Winnie set her sights on Alvin. Since he hadn't been discovered by the Chaos Servitor, bringing one more person along shouldn't be a problem, right?

"Sure, as long as you don't mind."

Alvin, however, didn't care.

Why should I care?

Winnie glanced at him and sneered, "You don't actually think that as His Emperor- Emperor's warrior, I would care about gender like an ordinary person, do you? That would be nothing but cowardice!"

She graduated from the Loyalist Academy and was born into the noble Winslet Family. From a young age, she was taught to dedicate everything to the Emperor.

Moreover, the Inquisitor's code of conduct strongly discourages acting on impulse.

As long as His Emperor Emperor's mission is accomplished and heretical cults are eradicated, personal feelings should be put aside!

Alvin laughed, a self-deprecating laugh.

I almost forgot, although Winnie is very beautiful, she is essentially... an Imperium Inquisitor!

After hoisting Winnie onto his back, Alvin reminded her, "Your Inquisitor, please hold on tight, or you might get thrown off."

Winnie hugged his neck, her legs awkwardly draped around his waist like a crab. "I'm holding on tight."

As expected of Inquisitor!

Alvin inwardly praised the move, then carefully avoided the Chaos Servitor, retracing his steps.

Before long, the two infiltrated the core of the Forge Factory.

That terrifying creation, as huge, twisted, and blasphemous as an ancient giant scorpion, is gradually completing its outer shell and pipelines under the tireless work of its servants on the assembly line.

"It really is the Daemon Engine!"

The moment Winnie saw the creation, she was certain that it was indeed Daemon creation, and judging from its appearance, it should belong to the "Blood God's" predator... the "Brass Scorpion"!

According to the Vought, it should be called the "Supreme Bronze Scorpion" or the "Scorpion Colossus," and according to relevant information, it is one of the largest Daemon Engine in the history of the Imperium!

With a height approaching thirty meters, it is considered enormous even among the known Daemon data of the Imperium. Moreover, according to the data, this type of Daemon Engine moves quickly and agilely, and is adept at attacking static defensive positions!

The crimson metal shell was engraved with twisted Chaos runes, a blessing from the Evil God of the Warp. It could not only defend against Psychic Power, but even Leman Russ Tank's main cannon could not cause it the slightest damage!

Furthermore, from Winnie's professional perspective, she knows more Alvin.

This "Supreme Bronze Scorpion" Daemon Engine is only one step away from completion: the power engine that imprisons the Daemon!

Once embedded within the imprisoned Daemon's core, it will become a fearsome War Machine!

"This is a big problem..."

Winnie bit her lip, a hint of regret appearing in her eyes.

She suddenly began to doubt herself: should she really... learn from her mentor's approach?

If Instructor Gransol were handling this, he would probably send out distress signals to the surrounding Astra Militarum and Space Marine Chapter the moment the Tech-Priest reported the matter, right?

No, it's not too late!

Winnie reaffirmed her wavering resolve.

"Your Inquisitor, what's the next step?"

Alvin asked the person on his back for their opinion.

Winnie lowered her voice and said to him, "Don't alert them. I've already documented the situation here through the Rose Festival. Retreat... I will appeal to the surrounding star systems for help in the name of the Inquisitor."

"Requesting help?"

Alvin frowned, not believing this was the best option. "Excuse my rudeness, Your Inquisitor, shouldn't we be destroying this Daemon Engine now?"

You think I don't want to?!

Winnie rolled her eyes at him and said irritably, "Do you even know what a 'Daemon Engine' is? Even a Leman Russ might not be able to penetrate its outer shell. What do the two of us have to do to destroy it?"

"But if we don't destroy this Daemon Engine now, the Hive City will be wiped out by the cult once reinforcements arrive!"

Alvin shook his head, expressing his objection.

Given the Imperium's speed of rescue efforts, even if the Inquisitor personally issues the order, it would take anywhere from a month to several months.

Given the current situation, let alone a month, at most half a month, or even just a few days, the cult will launch a full-scale attack on Hive City. Where would they find the time?

Winnie was almost laughing at this damned Underhive. Pointing at the Chaos creation, she muttered, "Open your eyes wide and look carefully. The blasphemous runes on that thing's outer shell are the blessing of the Chaos Blood God. You think you can destroy it?"

"I know, it's a blessing from the Blood God."

Alvin licked his lips, showing no fear whatsoever, but rather a hint of excitement, his eyes revealing a chilling madness.

"You... you don't actually have a way, do you?"

Winnie's eyes widened, and a glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in her mind.

Could it be that this guy was really blessed by the Emperor?

"Yes, but this method... carries a significant risk."

Alvin was well aware of how robust the Daemon Engine's defenses were, but he already had a way to deal with them.

"A... little? Are you sure?"

Having learned her lesson from the previous incidents, Winnie now somewhat wary, like someone who has been bitten by a snake once and is now afraid of even a rope for ten years.

"Your Inquisitor, is there any other choice now?" Alvin's calm tone carried a chilling madness. "Either destroy the Daemon Engine here, or wait for it to be completed. If we don't get rescued, the entire Nest City will fall!"

"You're right, we don't have time."

Winnie bit her lip, nodded helplessly, clearly convinced. "If we can destroy the Daemon Engine, at least we can buy some time for reinforcements!"

Without further hesitation, Alvin took out a semi-circular, flat, dark green metal disc from his Personal Space.

"You plan to use this to destroy the Daemon Engine?"

Seeing Alvin's cautious demeanor, Winnie was immediately puzzled and somewhat annoyed, saying, "Alvin, are you kidding me?"

"I'm sorry, I wasn't joking, Your Inquisitor."

Glancing at the annoyed Inquisitor, Alvin, with unprecedented seriousness, said in a deep voice, "I can't tell you the origin of this thing for now, but I'm certain that even if it can't destroy the Daemon Engine, it will at least give the cult a headache for a while!"

Seeing that his serious expression didn't seem fake, Winnie finally realized that the thing might not be as simple as it looked.

Looking at the dark green, flat, round metal device in his hand, Alvin let out a deep breath, his eyes revealing a complex expression.

The Necrotech Scarab.

He would absolutely not take it out if he could!

But who could have imagined that the cult had secretly forged a Daemon Engine? Since you started this, don't blame them for doing the next thing.

At worst, we'll all die together!

Unleash the Necron, and nobody will have an easy time!

Hopefully, this will work.

Alvin directly injected the energy module he had prepared into the metal disk.

Then, as if throwing away a hot potato, afraid that if he was even half a second too late, he would get caught in it, he threw it directly at that Daemon Engine.

"It's that simple?"

Winnie, watching from the sidelines, had a look of suspicion on her face.

That's the "Daemon Engine," a creation of the Chaos Gods. If it were that easy to deal with, she would have swallowed it whole on the spot!

"That's right, it's that simple."

Alvin nodded calmly.

The technological creations of the galactic overlords of 65 million years ago, the Necron —surely they won't disappoint him?

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