Plunder the Heavens from Warhammer

Chapter 215: Forced Imagination, the Most Deadly ( Words)
Colonel Venidal faithfully conveyed Alvin's order to the 35th Regiment of the Astra Militarum on the periphery and the 47th Antrel Lion Regiment on standby.

The Astra Militarum is the Emperor's army, and although they may question the correctness of orders, the regimental commanders and political commissars know one thing better... they can question, but orders must be executed!
Soon, the 35th Regiment began a bloody and brutal suppression tactic focusing on the outer blocks, and the entire situation became almost one-sided!

The unarmed civilians had no power to fight back in front of the Astra Militarum Army. Under the bloody suppression of the Astra Militarum Army in neat formation, the black crowd was like wheat under a sickle, being harvested and falling down in large areas. The blood almost gathered into streams, soaking deeply into the streets and every crack in the stones!

Screams, roars, and wails came one after another!
At the same time, the Stormtroopers of the 47th Antrel Lion Regiment quickly parachuted from the Valkyrie transport plane, carrying gravity parachutes, and arrived at the combat area!
As the elite of the Astra Militarum, Stormtroopers possess unshakable discipline and courage beyond that of mortals. They are often sent to the most brutal battlefields to seize every victory for the Emperor at any cost!
Each of them is an elite among the elites!

And all of them are from the Zhongsi Academy. Their loyalty, courage, and ability are impeccable in every aspect. They have undergone the most perfect training of mankind. It is no exaggeration to say that every Zhongsi Stormtrooper, thrown into the Marvel Universe, is a living...Captain America ProMax version!
The originally chaotic situation suddenly became much clearer under Alvin's decisive command.

The quickly airborne and deployed Stormtroopers were eliminating the rioting civilians instigated by the cult with astonishing efficiency. The cultists hiding in the crowd tried to stop them with all their might, but unfortunately... this time, their enemy was the Zhongsi Stormtroopers, the most outstanding and powerful special forces of mankind in the Imperial Astra Militarum!

Cold and efficient, these are definitely the bywords for Stormtroopers!

In just a few minutes, the stormtroopers successfully reduced the encirclement by dozens of times, and the number of rioting civilians was sharply reduced to hundreds, and the rest were almost all cult members!

"Order the Stormtroopers to stop the attack."

Just then, Alvin suddenly spoke.

If we don't stop now, once the stormtroopers have cleaned up the rioting civilians and the cultists, their next target will be to clean up those conspicuous 'aliens'!

After all, humans cannot tell the difference between the Ark Eldar and the Dark Eldar.

"...Yes, Sir Alvin."

Although he still didn't understand the purpose of this order, Alvin's decisive order just now had won Venidal's respect, and he chose to believe this young man.

Alvin continued to observe the battlefield. The stormtroopers were indeed the elite among the elite. They followed orders and disciplined the troops. It was not just talk.

The moment they received the order, the entire regiment of stormtroopers, as if in unison, instantly stopped their attack and switched to a defensive formation.

Putting down the telescope, Alvin turned his head and looked at the location of the Soul Prophet Kailanaris, and said in lip language: "Now...it's your turn."

The two were far apart, but the Soul Seer still understood his lip language and nodded slightly to Alvin.

The next moment, the Eldar warriors who seemed to be slacking off in the battle suddenly received an order and, under the leadership of the Battle Master Rirol, launched a charge towards the target!
Due to the large number of mortals sacrificed, they were suppressed by the Stormtroopers and the Astra Militarum, causing Vannadan the Firebrand's psychic power to be greatly reduced, and he could no longer easily resist the assassination of the Eldar.

The dazzling light emitted by the laser blast gun instantly formed an energy pulse rainstorm with absolute suppressive force, which could not only block the target's sight, but also create conditions for the decisive blow!
Vannadan Firebrand had no choice but to use his psychic powers to defend against the opponent's fire suppression, but at the same time... the laser was too dazzling and he couldn't open his eyes.

It's this second!
Battlemaster Rilor, holding a power spear, approached at a high speed like a ghost under the cover of the surrounding Eldar warriors.

The power spear carrying the decomposition field was like a death knell from the god of death. It easily penetrated the psychic defense before the enemy had any time to react!
puff!

The tip of the spear was covered with blood, gushing out from the chest!

There seemed to be a hint of surprise on Vannadan Fireyin's face, which was covered with oil paint, but soon a smile emerged from his eyes.

Although this blow was enough to cause fatal damage!

However, the naturally cautious warrior Ruiluoer knew how difficult it was to deal with people who defected to the Chaos Demons, so he followed the advice of the Soul Prophet and drew out his secondary weapon at his waist, a high-frequency vibrating monomolecular short blade!

However, a strange scene occurred.

Just one second before Vannadan the Firebrand was about to be beheaded by the Eldar warrior Rylor, the cult leader suddenly turned his head and looked at Alvin!

Swish-!
The dagger slashed across the neck, easily cutting through the bones!
The warrior Rirol cut off the head of the cult leader, and blood spurted out from the headless corpse like a high-pressure water gun, reaching a height of several meters!

goodong...

The cult leader's head rolled down the uneven steps in front of him like a ball. When it finally stopped, its face was facing exactly the direction of Alvin!
Alvin was holding the telescope and he could clearly see that after the cult leader was beheaded, the facial muscles of his head that rolled down were still moving, as if his remaining consciousness was at work.

He tried hard to force out a creepy, extremely weird smile, his lips moved up and down, and he said something in silent lip language.

"As you wish..."

Alvin read out the sentence.

His heart was shaken and his pupils shrank. Sure enough, the son of Vannadan was the abandoned pawn! Obviously... things were far from over!

This is still part of the great plan of the God of Deceit and Magic. Although he is not clear at the moment what conspiracy Tzeentch has prepared for him, he can at least figure out one thing.

The damn Jianqi is completely entangled with him!
Well, well, first he was entangled by the lingering Khorne, and now it's Tzeentch's turn. If things continue like this, won't Nurgle and Sorcerer be waiting in line to "favor" him? !

Oh my god, why are you just watching?!
There seemed to be a little man in Alvin's mind, roaring wildly: "Your Majesty, I have shed blood for the empire! I have made contributions to the empire! My ancestors were the flag of the Sky Eagle, please give me some support!"

"Mr. Alvin! Mr. Alvin!"

Suddenly, a heroic voice pulled him back to reality from his 'violent' fantasy. What came into view was Vinidal, with his rough, bearded face, looking at him anxiously: "The aliens are about to retreat, please give the order quickly!"

"What orders?"

Alvin, who was disturbed, glanced at him indifferently.

This sentence almost confused Vinidal. His brain stopped working for a few seconds before it came back to life.

Looking at Alvin's slightly cold eyes and half-smile, he seemed to have suddenly 'guessed' something, and the words that were about to come out of his mouth were swallowed back.

"No... no, it's nothing, Sir Alvin."

Venidal was horrified, but he didn't dare to tell the truth.

"Colonel Vennedal, the interstellar communication equipment is unable to convey orders in time due to the influence of the subspace. Is this normal?" Alvin smiled, patted his shoulder, and said meaningfully: "I advise you that if you guess some things... don't say them out loud, otherwise I can't guarantee that there will be no accidents. What do you think?"

Gudong!

Venidal seemed to understand something from Alvin's eyes and forced a smile. "Yes, you are right, Sir Alvin. It's all because of this damned rift... It affected the communication system and 'accidentally' let the alien escape."

"Very good, Colonel Vennedal."

Alvin said intriguingly: "I will not give you a penny less if I agree to your deal. Happy cooperation, Colonel."

"It's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Alvin."

Vinidal lowered his head deeply, and for a moment, he suddenly felt that the empire was so dark. He was just a rookie in front of such a behemoth as the Merchant Dynasty!

He is now 100% sure that those aliens that suddenly appeared are definitely inextricably linked to the heir of the merchant dynasty, and even... it is very likely that they are his private forces!

Otherwise, how do we explain that the aliens deliberately avoided casualties among human civilians during the battle?

Yes, that must be the case!
Venidal became more and more certain of his guess, and there was a bit more fear and respect in his eyes when he looked at Alvin.

This is what Alvin wanted.

He didn't need to explain too much. The value of the Merchant Dynasty was enough to save him a lot of trouble.

From now on, whether it was Lucyne, Venidal, or even the entire Agamemnon, they would all be imagining and speculating whether the elves of today... were his power.

As a Rogue Trader, one has rights granted by the Emperor. As long as it is for the benefit of the Empire, even conducting appropriate diplomacy with aliens and heretics is within a reasonable range.

Even if the Inquisitor comes, he still can't do anything to him without evidence. This is the weight of 'Valxius', the Emperor's Blood Merchant that has lasted for thousands of years!

Forcing your imagination to supplement is the most deadly.

Under the name of Valshus, no matter how unreasonable Alvin's actions are, those people will try to figure out what his real intentions are.

In fact, the real answer is very simple.

But often the more complicated a person is, the less likely they are to believe that others are really that simple. This is the charm of imagination.

Thanks to my fat boss for the reward~ Kowtow!
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(End of this chapter)