Plunder the Heavens from Warhammer

Chapter 280 No Mechanical Priest can say no to Iron Man!
Led by the technical priests of the Mechanicus, Alvin came to the foundry machinery factory.

Although it was still a mess outside, with greenskins, genestealers, and chaos everywhere, the spire area at the core of the hive was still peaceful.

A large number of mechanical crusaders are spread across every corner, and automatic turrets are visible everywhere. The defense is extremely tight, and one thing can be judged from the clues around.

The Yellow Springs No. 8 Technical Priest of the Celerus Hive doesn't care about the loss of the hive at all. Their core forces are always in control of important areas!

As for, what is an important area?

Alvin knew without asking that this must be the location of the 'Black Stone Creation' and the Titan Factory!
But this scene also made him completely disappointed in Huangquan No. 8. This group of lunatics obsessed with technology didn't care about the empire at all, nor did they care about the billions of lives in the nest!
Even the Space Marines and Astra Militarum didn't care. Perhaps in the eyes of Huangquan No. 8, they only had some value because they were there to protect the technological heritage.

No wonder the situation in Celerus is so serious, but the core nest area is still calm... Alvin sighed, this group of people is even more hateful than the nobles in the upper nest!

Soon, under the guidance of the technical priest, Alvin came to the laboratory and met Drexel. He was still sitting in the cradle-like device, being pulled by a mechanical arm, checking the data terminal.

"The small energy shield device you need has been manufactured." Drekris turned around while sitting in the mechanical cradle and looked at him: "But I didn't call you here for this."

The technical priest beside him left, leaving Alvin alone. He looked at the lofty Drecris and said with a smile, "Please go ahead, Your Excellency the Great Sage."

"It was you who helped Rosales and quietly left the hive, right?" Drexelis went straight to the point and exposed Alvin with one word, sneering, "Do you know that just based on this, I can ask the Inquisition to arrest you?"

"Really? Although you are a highly respected sage, you still need to provide evidence when you speak." Alvin was not flustered at all, and looked at the sage with a smile: "Although I am only an heir, the reputation of Valshus cannot be tarnished by anyone."

How could he not see that Drexel had no evidence at all and was simply trying to scare him so that he would confess voluntarily.

Otherwise, even if Valshus has fallen into decline, it was still the "Emperor's Blood Merchant"!
"Mr. Drekris, do you have any evidence?" Alvin looked at him with a smile and said calmly, "If there is no evidence, can I understand that you are slandering and defaming the heir of a merchant dynasty who is loyal to the empire?"

Not everyone can take the blame for this!

Even the great sage who forged Huangquan No. 8 would not bear the stigma of slandering the Emperor Blood Shang Dynasty for no reason, let alone Drecris, who was only the great sage in charge of guarding the star?

Drexel's eyes suddenly darkened as he stared at Alvin. After a few seconds, a smile suddenly broke out on his face: "No, it was just a joke. Please don't mind what I said, Sir Alvin."

"Of course, but please be more careful next time, Lord Drexel." Alvin calmly resolved Drexel's attack and added, "If my retainers hear it, they might take it seriously. What do you think?"

This sentence is a real threat.

Although it would not pose any substantial threat to Drexel, it was enough to threaten his competition within Huangquan No. 8.

"Haha, I underestimated you." Drexels sneered a few times and finally understood why this kid could suppress the Agamemnon family so much in just a few days.

"As expected of Horn's bloodline," he praised, and then said meaningfully, "Actually, I don't mind who let Rosales go, but someone has to make up for my loss. What do you think?"

"Excuse me, but what exactly do you mean by 'loss', Your Excellency the Great Sage?" Alvin asked meaningfully, half-squinting his eyes.

This old guy is clearly here to "blackmail" me. Rosales is just an excuse.

"Rosales, this was originally a gift from someone. This credit... plus the black stone artifacts here, is enough for me to exchange for a new forging world in Huangquan No. 8." At this point, Drexel's cradle dropped down to be parallel to Alvin, looking into his eyes: "Now, this credit is gone, how do you think I should make up for it, Sir Alvin?"

understood.

This old guy must have had some secret deal with the Dark Mechanicus, using Rosales' head as a credit, but ended up ruining it.

To put it bluntly, he just wanted to get promoted and escape from this crappy place, Alert Star, but he was held back by his lack of merit.

It is understandable if you think about it. Given the situation on Vigilance Star, it is not surprising that it is involved in a war at any time. This is undoubtedly a big trouble for a technical priest who is obsessed with research.

Therefore, Drecris wanted to get rid of the Alert Star and be transferred to other forging worlds!
After figuring out Drexel's needs, the next step will be easy. A smile appeared on Alvin's face. Since no one is a "good guy", there is nothing to talk about!

Alvin sighed with pretended regret, then said sympathetically, "I'm very sorry for what happened to you, Mr. Drexel." After hearing this, Drexel stared at him expressionlessly, with a hint of impatience in his tone, "You should understand what I want."

"I don't quite understand what you're saying." Alvin looked puzzled and shrugged. "Sir Drekris, you should ask that damned heretic to compensate for your loss. What does it have to do with me, a loyal citizen of the Empire?"

The meaning of this sentence is also very clear.

It wasn't him who did it. If you want compensation, go find the heretic, don't come to him.

But if there was evidence, Drexel wouldn't have asked in private.

Seeing him pretending to be innocent, Drexel was so angry that his teeth itched and the electricity almost made him smoke. He stared at Alvin with gritted teeth.

What a shameless boy!
With such shamelessness, even if Horn came, he would probably feel inferior to him!
"Of course..." Looking at the furious Drexel, Alvin felt that the time was right and said with a smile, "Since you are acquainted with my retainer, I am willing to support you. I love making friends the most. What do you think, Mr. Great Sage?"

"How do you want to make 'friends'?"

Drexel's expression was uncertain, and he was unsure of this boy's intentions.

"Before we talk about this, I have a gift...I want to show it to you." Alvin said, and took out a metal cube from his pocket.

Drexel stared at the metal cube with some suspicion: "What is this?"

"Shh~"

Alvin put his index finger to his lips and smiled, "Please be quiet, Mr. Drexel. Next... is the moment to witness a miracle!"

As he was speaking, the metal cube in his palm suddenly seemed to be injected with some kind of energy and began to "expand", its volume increasing rapidly!
Alvin was still a little unskilled in the first experiment of 'micro-space compression', but despite this, he still caused 10,000 points of shock damage to Drexel!

He just watched as the palm-sized metal block instantly expanded into a metal cube with a diameter of one meter.

But despite being shocked, Drexel quickly regained his composure: "If it's just compression technology, I think... let's talk about something else."

Although this level of compression technology can be called "amazing", some of the relics excavated by Huangquan No. 8 can do it after all, which is not enough to attract him.

"Don't worry, Master Drakeris."

Alvin chuckled, turned his eyes to the cube, and said lightly: "Transform!"

As soon as the words fell, the metal cube with a diameter of one meter instantly collapsed inwards, and in front of Drexel's horrified eyes, it transformed into a humanoid mechanical creature: "Number 08-1, willing to serve you!"

“Iron…Iron…Iron Man?!”

Drexel stood up suddenly, his eyes widened with shock and fear, staring at the deformed mechanical life: "You, you actually hold the 'Iron Man'? This is a product banned by the Empire. Are you crazy!"

"so what?"

Alvin tilted his head, unfazed.

There are many things that are expressly prohibited by the empire. Anyway, there is no need to worry about lice. As for the "taboo" things on him, even the most extreme inquisitor would give him a thumbs up and praise him for his courage!

"If you think it's too dangerous, how about just pretending that we haven't met today?" As he was about to take the 'Iron Man' back, he saw Drechs next to him grabbing his hand.

Drechsler's eyes were red and his voice was trembling, but it was not because of fear, but...excitement: "No, this is great, what do you want? I can give it to you!!!"

No mechanical priest can refuse an 'Iron Man'!
Iron Man means the Golden Age, the pinnacle of human technological achievement, and the ultimate goal pursued by the technical priests of Huangquan No. 8!
(End of this chapter)