The Hydra's Shadow Reappeared

Even though Warp energy corruption had eroded his mind into incoherence, Erling Duke still found the situation before him utterly absurd.

He had known Damien for several months, and he had confirmed that the other man was an utterly ordinary civilian from the depths of Nostramo's hive cities.

Luring him to his side, then sacrificing him in exchange for an oracle from the Silver Weaver of Fate, had been the safest solution Erling could think of under the circumstances.

If Erling had performed too brilliantly and drawn too much attention, there was no guarantee it would not have alerted those Night Lords.

They were hardly reasonable people. The best way to deal with someone they suspected was to physically eliminate them outright.

Better to kill a thousand by mistake than let a single one escape.

But... but how the fuck had a civilian turned into a giant over three meters tall?

And he was certain that, just moments ago, he had been able to seize the man by the throat, lift him with brute force, and press him onto the Loom of Fate.

How could he possibly lift a giant like this?

And where the hell had his weapon come from?

As the heir to the ancient Duke family, Erling possessed exceptionally broad knowledge. He had already recognized the origin of the serpent-scale-like power armor covering the giant.

It bore the distinctive mark of the Empire's traitors, the Twentieth Legion, Alpha Legion.

Emperor above, why had an Alpha Legion traitor been hiding on Nostramo all this time?

When Erling thought of the Emperor, his body suddenly seemed to be scorched by blazing flames, thick black smoke billowing from him.

Though he and his family worshipped the Silver Weaver of Fate, Erling had never truly believed it was such a serious