Plunder the Heavens from Warhammer

Chapter 211: Invitation from the Tzeentch Cult
It takes time to build up your own power.

Alvin has been thinking about this idea for a long time, including making relevant plans since the beginning of the Alien Universe.

However, both the experiment of combining the T virus and the G virus, and the cultivation of the Alien Queen, are still in the early stages. It will take some time to transform them into effective and practical combat power.

"It seems that after we finish dealing with the Ark Eldar, it's time to go to the 'Marvel Universe'." Alvin did not forget that many of the magical props in the movie universe need time to ferment.

For example, Tony's nano armor, Asgard's rune technology, the dwarves' casting technology and so on.

But the most headache-inducing problem lies in the word "time". The plot of the movie universe has not developed to that point. Even if he goes there, he can't find Asgard. It is also impossible for Tony to create a nano armor out of thin air without any accumulation.

Just as he adjusted the time ratio to 1:10, this would save the time of the main universe to the maximum extent.

Including the research on the alien universe and the viruses in the biochemical universe, they all need time to settle before they can be gradually transformed into combat power.

"After being treated like this, I even forgot to ask him the most important thing."

Alvin pinched his brows. He was so busy helping Rosales run away that he forgot to ask about the source of the gene seeds.

Although he was still somewhat curious, he felt relieved considering that Rosales had repeatedly assured him that it was definitely not the gene seed of a Chaos Space Marine.

At this moment, Elsa suddenly came in from outside the hall with small steps: "Master, there is a noble who hopes to visit you."

"Noble? Who?"

Alvin raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

Could it be that he got some inside information from Agamemnon by making a sudden visit at this time?
"It's Viscount Scott of the Coleman family." Elsa handed him the business card and gave him a detailed description of this so-called Coleman family.

There are many nobles of all sizes on the Vigilance Star, and Coleman can only be regarded as a very small noble among the many nobles. The most glorious days of his ancestor, the current Viscount Scott, was promoted to the "Sky Eagle Council" in order to curb Agamemnon because he sided with the state religion.

The so-called "Sky Eagle Council" is actually a parliamentary force jointly established by Agamemnon, the State Religion, and Huangquan No. 8 for the sake of interests and apparent stability.

But to be honest, this parliament is just a formality, because even to this day, the three parties have not reached a consensus on the name of the parliament.

Agamemnon called the council 'Aquilalea', while Acheron VIII called it 'The Council of Gears'.

Just by taking a glimpse of the situation, we can understand how chaotic the situation on Alert Planet is.

"Interesting. Someone from the state religion came to contact me. Is he planning to get a piece of the pie?" Alvin did not doubt it, so he handed the name card back and said, "Get ready. Have him come to the living room to see me."

In any case, this Viscount of the Coleman family can be considered a force on the side of the state religion.

Soon, in the bright council hall, Alvin met Viscount Scott, who was over fifty years old. His gray beard and hunched body did not seem to be in line with the average life expectancy of nobles in Warhammer.

"It is a great honor to meet you, Your Excellency Alvin."

As soon as Viscount Scott came in, he acted humble.

I don’t know if it has anything to do with the sudden change in attitude of the Agamemnon family today.

As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person, especially when he is a dog of the "state religion"?
Alvin put on an aristocratic fake smile and invited the viscount to take a seat. Then he got straight to the point and asked directly, "Sir Viscount Scott, it's so late. Why did you suddenly come to see me? Is there anything?"

Viscount Scott smiled and said, "Your Excellency Alvin, I am here on behalf of my master to give you a gift."

Gift? Master? Special visit? Something is wrong. It is 20% wrong!

Alvin immediately became extremely alert, his intuition telling him that anything in the Warhammer universe that used these words most likely had problems!
But he remained calm, tapped the table with his index finger, and looked at Scott who was smiling: "Your Excellency, I don't quite understand what you mean by master?"

Elsa, who was beside him, noticed the change in atmosphere from his small movements and quietly reached for the ion gun at her waist.

Don't think that the 'Secretary' can't fight. At least in terms of swordsmanship and firearms, her excellent performance is so outstanding that even the Space Marines can't help but praise her.

The people that Horn selected specifically for him were naturally well-developed in all aspects, not just those who could handle daily chores for him.

"Don't be so nervous, Mr. Alvin." Scott still had a smile on his lips, and his eyes seemed to look at Elsa, but soon turned back and said meaningfully: "I don't have any ill will towards you. As I said, I just came here on behalf of the master to give you a gift."

"Okay, what gift?"

Alvin sat firmly on the fishing platform, signaling Elsa with his eyes not to move, and there seemed to be a deep blue surge in the depths of his eyes.

Obviously, that was the power of psychic energy. Once he detected any unusual movement from Scott, he would instantly crush him into meat paste!

Scott was indifferent to the sudden drop in temperature in the room and the faint screams of souls. He took out a letter from his arms and placed it on the table: "This is the 'gift' that the master asked me to pass on to you, Your Excellency Alvin."

A letter?

Looking at Scott sitting in the guest seat, Alvin did not touch him directly out of caution.

He put down the teacup and said calmly, "The gift has been delivered. It's time for you to leave, Your Excellency the Viscount."

"Well, goodbye, Mr. Alvin."

It was just a test, but Scott actually stood up, bowed respectfully, turned around and left the mansion.

"Master, you need me"

Elsa was about to say that she would help check the letter, but Alvin waved her hand to stop her.

"No, find a robot servant." Alvin looked at the letter and felt that something was wrong. He frowned and said, "Tell Governor Lucy Enni that there are 'eyes' in the parliament. Tell her to be careful of the Coleman family."

Since he can't solve the problem, then bring in someone who can solve it!

I guess Governor Luciennie will not sit idly by and watch their trade cooperation being disrupted by unstable factors, right?

It didn't take long for Elsa to resolve the matter, and Governor Lucyennie's response was that she would investigate the Coleman family.

A robot servant brought from outside approached the "letter" cautiously.

There really seemed to be no danger inside, it was just a letter, and then the robot servant read out the contents in an emotionless voice.

"Good evening, Mr. Alvin."

"On behalf of the Sons of Vanadan sect, I invite you to witness a great and ingenious conspiracy at six o'clock tomorrow afternoon on the Helian Street in Zhongchao."

"The friend you've never met - Vannadan Firebrand!"

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(End of this chapter)