Plunder the Heavens from Warhammer

Chapter 164 Elsa...you plotted against me!
The assassination storm was suppressed with the tacit cooperation of all parties. It might be that no one wanted to make a big fuss, otherwise it would be embarrassing.

As for the people from the state religion, they suspected that it was a certain high lord of the empire who coveted the treasure and could not help but take action.

People from the Ministry of the Interior, on the other hand, suspected that it was the state religion that did it. After all, everyone has a dirty background, and everyone knows the troubles that the state religion has caused in the past.

As for the Grand Sages of the Mechanicus, their train of thought was a little different. They suspected that a certain Grand Sage of Forging had done it, and they planned to put the blame on the other Grand Sages of Forging!
The remaining Albert and Raymond were not included in the category of suspicion. After all, these two battle groups... one was brainless and the other was unhappy, and they were unlikely to get involved.

I don’t know if it was because of the assassination, but Alvin suddenly had an idea and planned to find Tucker to train him in swordsmanship.

After all, his swordsmanship has been criticized several times for being too poor. If it weren't for Emmerich's help, he would have probably died at the hands of the God of Khorne. This time, the assassin gave him another warning that he must make himself stronger.

"You mean... you want to train with me?"

There was something strange in Tucker's eyes.

"No way?" Alvin blinked. Among all the people he knew, Tucker's fighting skills were the best. If not him as a teacher, who else could he find?

Tucker seemed to realize something, and patted his shoulder with a smile: "Boy, your thinking hasn't changed yet. You are the heir of Valxus now. Isn't it easy to find a swordsmanship instructor?"

"Oh?"

Alvin immediately became interested and asked, "Then tell me, who should I go to?"

"Nonsense, of course I'm going to find Astartes!" Tucker hooked his shoulder and said in a low voice: "Albert, you know him, right? He is the champion of the company, and his swordsmanship level is the best in the entire empire!"

Wait...looking for Astartes to teach you swordsmanship?

Isn't this just asking for trouble?
Alvin looked at Tucker suspiciously, and suddenly thought that this grandson might be taking the opportunity to take revenge on him.

"Have I ever lied to you?" Tucker stared at me with his round eyes and said unhappily, "If you don't believe me, forget it. I'm giving you advice!"

After much hesitation, Alvin finally decided to trust Tucker for once!
However, he soon regretted why he agreed!
After hearing that Alvin needed sword training, Albert, who was originally in the space orbit, arguing with Raymond about dividing the spoils, quickly boarded the airdrop capsule and crashed directly outside the upper nest!
From the looks of it, it seemed as if Alvin would regret it if he was a little slower!
In front of the Planetary Governor's Palace, Alvin looked at Albert, who was as tall as a hill, at least two meters and a half tall, and was suspected to have undergone the "Primaris" surgery. Suddenly, he felt regretful.

Oh shit… it’s a Primaris Space Marine!

The Primaris Space Marines were one of the things Belisarius Cawl had discussed with the Primarch, Roboute Guilliman. In order to cope with the darkness of the future, three new transformation implants were added to the original nineteen transformation surgeries of the Space Marines, making the Primaris Space Marines more powerful, agile and smarter!
But the transformation surgery is not suitable for everyone. For many original Space Marines, the transformation success rate is very low. Apparently... Albert is one of the successful ones!
This also makes Albert's figure look more sturdy and taller than that of an ordinary Space Marine, and the sense of oppression he brings to Alvin is even stronger!
"It's an honor to be your swordsmanship instructor."

Albert could hardly stop smiling.

What's the point of arguing with Raymond's grandson? It would be better to take this opportunity to get closer to Valsius's heir. What benefits will there be then?
He did not forget that before falling asleep, Butzweig reminded him several times that he must establish friendship with Alvin and it would be best if they could get closer, as this was related to the future of the regiment!
"Mr. Alvin, are you ready?"

Looking at the thin Alvin, Albert wondered whether he should be more restrained in order to avoid being beaten too hard and losing face.

However, the housekeeper Elsa next to him seemed to see through his little thoughts. She moved over and said in a low voice: "Captain Albert, please do not show mercy. You should know that indulging him now is harming him."

"This is what you said!"

Albert glanced at Elsa and confirmed again and again.

"Of course, this is what Patriarch Horn meant."

Elsa nodded calmly and said, "I guess the young master came to you specifically with this in mind. Please don't show any mercy!"

"What are you two mumbling about?"

Looking at the two people sitting quietly, Alvin, holding the sword, suddenly had a bad premonition.

Oh no, he was not going to be arranged, was he? However, Albert held the training sword, walked into the training ground with his head held high, and a somewhat 'ferocious' smile appeared on his face: "Mr. Alvin, are you ready?"

"Ready!"

Alvin calmed down and stared at Albert seriously.

However...Bang!

He barely saw the opponent's movements before he was chopped off by the sword and hit the wall of the training ground!

It was not until he felt severe pain all over his body that Alvin's brain, which had been shutting down, finally came to its senses. He looked at Albert, who seemed to have teleported, and opened his mouth wide: "What just happened?"

"You were chopped away by Albert's sword, Master."

Elsa described what had just happened.

"...How about you give in a little?" Alvin pulled the corner of his mouth, gripped the sword tightly again, and stepped into the training ground.

He was certain that he had been 'tricked'!

What Primaris Space Marines? They are clearly here to torture him. There is no such thing as training!

Alvin cast a resentful look at Elsa on the sidelines. The latter had a blank expression on her face, but turned her head away.

Okay, okay...it's you!
"Where are you looking?!"

A strong wind blew in his face, and Alvin turned around hastily. What came into his sight was the Primaris Space Marines that filled his field of vision like a small mountain, giving him an oppressive feeling!
……

All afternoon, the sound of swords continued in the training ground.

"Too slow! Too scattered!"

With an angry roar, a huge impact force was transmitted from the sword, which forcibly tore several bloody wounds in Alvin's palm where he was holding the hilt.

beep, beep...

Alvin took several steps back before he was able to get rid of the force.

Before he could readjust his posture, the sword blade broke through the air and stopped accurately on his neck. A few strands of hair were blown sharply, revealing Alvin's bitter face.

Lost again...

How many times has this happened?

Alvin was abused so much that he became a little mentally confused. From the time he finished his meal in the morning to now, which has been more than six hours, he hasn't even touched anyone!

Alvin, who was tortured to the point of wanting to cry but had no tears, was completely exhausted. He slumped on the ground, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Albert looked at Alvin, whose physical strength was almost exhausted, and said with some emotion: "You are already very good, don't be too discouraged. At least your combat experience and skills are better than those new recruits who have not yet been transformed."

Alvin was somewhat happy to receive the praise from a Primaris Marine, but his entire body seemed to be falling apart.

Of course, he did not gain nothing.

If there were experience points, then Alvin could clearly see that his swordsmanship, footwork, and so on, his experience points were rising rapidly. At least now... he was no longer a novice in swordsmanship!
(End of this chapter)