Plunder the Heavens from Warhammer

Chapter 110: Roselle Gathers

In the Mechanical Temple, Tucker looked at his good comrade with an earnest expression: "How is it? How long will it take for the support to arrive?"

Aruman remained silent, as if a heavy burden was weighing on him, and slowly sat down on the chair.

"You are talking!"

Tucker was so anxious that he turned around and pointed outside in the direction of the rumbling artillery fire and shouted, "Listen, the distance of the planetary defense artillery is already very close, which means that those rubbish can't stop the cult at all. If the support doesn't come, we will all die!"

However...Aruman remained silent.

In fact, it didn't move at all, which made Tucker wonder if this thing had crashed.

Or maybe you forgot to apply lubrication.

As if he had heard Tucker's blasphemous voice, Aruman said in a low voice: "Now, there is bad news and worse news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

"???"

Tucker was stunned for three full seconds before he reacted. He looked at Aruman as if he was looking at Ogryn, "Did you forget to lubricate your brain? What's the difference between the two?"

Shockingly so.

This time, Aruman did not get angry, but explained seriously: "One is bad news, and the other is worse news."

"Then tell me the bad news first."

Tucker impatiently told him to speak quickly and stop keeping him in suspense.

"The bad news is that due to the influence of the subspace, their jump position has deviated. It will take at least ten days to reach Roselle." Aruman said.

"I doubt if those losers in Shangchao can hold out for another half a month." Tucker covered his face with a doomed expression and sighed, "I'm curious, what other news could be worse than this?"

"The worse news is..."

As a technical assistant, the degree of mechanical transformation is not high, so Tucker can easily see a deep sense of powerlessness and despair on Aruman's face.

"If something happens to Alvin Valshus, then I estimate that there is a 98% chance that the entire Roselle Hive, and even the planet, will be completely destroyed."

In Aruman's desperate tone, he uttered terrifying words that made Tucker gasp.

"Are you kidding me?"

Tucker's eyelids twitched, his face full of disbelief.

"I'm not kidding you, this is the truth."

Aruman regretted so much that he wanted to beat his chest. Was his brain affected by Tzeentch at that time? Otherwise, why did he let that kid go to the nest even though he knew it was very dangerous?
"What on earth do you think?"

Tucker is really angry now. Did Aruman forget to lubricate his brain? Otherwise, knowing that Alvin is so important, why would he let him go to the nest?

"I……"

Aruman was also very frustrated.

He thought there was no risk in going to the Lower Nest. At most, he would be discovered by those people from the Lower Nest. With the deflection defense device and the plasma gun, who could stop Alvin?

Besides, the Inquisitor has gone, so even if there is any risk, Winnie Winslet's background shouldn't put her in danger, right?

But who would have thought that neither of them came back!
As a result, it became a big deal!

"You just said... there is a 98% chance, so what is the remaining 2%?" Tucker frowned and suddenly asked. "Either the Emperor appeared, or... the 'Primarch' who is rumored to have awakened from his -year slumber personally ordered to stop it." Aruman sneered and said.

"Isn't that a sure death?!"

Tucker was desperate.

Let's not talk about the Emperor's apparition, which is basically 100% impossible. The only thing left is the awakening of the 'Primarch'... Who knows if it's true?
"Not entirely...premise, we can find Alvin. I always feel that this kid...is not that easy to die."

Aruman looked at Tucker sincerely and patted his shoulder earnestly, "I'll leave this matter to you. I believe the Catachan jungle warriors will be able to go deep into the nest, find Alvin's trail, and bring him back!"

"Did you throw your fucking head in the recycling bin?"

Tucker's mouth twitched, and he was completely speechless. He complained: "I am a Catachan jungle warrior, not an angel of the Emperor! And I am not Slymabo!"

"I wish you were Slymabo..." Aruman said in a muffled voice, looking Tucker up and down with a look of disappointment on his face. "We both came from the Catachan jungle, so why is there such a big difference between us?"

Slymabo...a resume so legendary that even people who meet him for the first time would think he is talking nonsense.

Use the simplest description to describe Sleima Boyi.

Probably... he alone can kill all the cultists on Roselle, including that demon engine. It is very likely that this is not enough for him to warm up.

"Bullshit, then why aren't you a great sage?"

Tucker has never been afraid of anyone when it comes to talking nonsense. He pointed at Aruman's nose and started to curse: "If you were a great sage of forging, would we have to live in such a miserable situation?"

Aruman was getting angry and speaking in binary language.

But unfortunately, Tucker didn't understand at all and changed the subject back to the main topic: "Seriously speaking, I can find a way to ask Gray for a defense team and try to force a breakout, but I'm not sure if I can find one."

"This is the only way..."

Aruman finally breathed a sigh of relief. Now he could only hope that the boy was really okay.

Otherwise... even if an ancient merchant dynasty has been in decline for thousands of years, its anger is definitely not something that they or even Rosel can bear!
Drip!Drip!
Suddenly, the silent star signal array was awakened again.

"Another star message?"

Tucker was a little surprised and curious about who this was.

However, when he saw the sender of the star message, Aruman's whole body suddenly stiffened. He felt as if the sky was falling, and even had an illusion for a moment... He was the shining Death Star!

"Respected Martian Mechanicus, Aruman Vera, the Technical God Assistant, we lost the news of Her Excellency Winnie Winslet about fifteen days ago. According to investigation, she had contacted you before she disappeared. Please let us know the details - Charles Gransol, the Rebellion Against Rebellion."

Xing Xun's tone was gentle and polite.

But...Aruman knew that this was just a disguise made by the judge!
Charles Granthor... is Winnie Winslet's mentor. He has a very high prestige in the Inquisition and is a typical extreme inquisitor.

As far as Aruman knew, this Inquisitor had issued hundreds of extermination orders during his tenure, eliminating countless potential risks for the empire!
The number of creatures who died directly or indirectly from Gransol could be counted in the hundreds of billions. There were even rumors that Gransol was the biggest "heretic" because he possessed many unknown heretical technologies!

But, what is more well known is.

Charles Granthor is a staunch Huangfushanshi faction inquisitor of the Inquisition. His extreme and radical behavior is considered too radical a leadership even by many insane inquisitors!
Looking at Aruman who fell silent again, Tucker suddenly had an ominous premonition: "Are you going to tell me that something bad has happened again?"

"good news……"

Aruman forced a smile and said slowly to Tucker, "Now, another experienced and impressive judge has noticed us."

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(End of this chapter)