Chapter 439: What Are Alpha, Omega, and Gamma?

Facing Zhou Yun's question, Nethos's expression stiffened slightly.

The Alpha Legion is different from other legions; it has more than one Primarch.

It has both Alpharius and Omega, a pair of twin Primarchs—this is one of the Alpha Legion's deepest secrets.

He instinctively wanted to conceal information about the Omega Primarch, but he glanced at the Truth-False Diviner in Zhou Yun's hand.

Nethos's face twitched.

This device was practically the Alpha Legion's eternal enemy.

Nethos initially thought it was some kind of lie detector, but after careful observation, he realized:

It seemed to ignore all other conditions and directly judge the truth or falsehood of a statement itself.

"I am not Omega," Nethos could only answer honestly.

The Truth-False Diviner sprang up, ruling that Nethos's statement was correct.

Zhou Yun rubbed his chin, as if pondering something.

"Then are you Beta?" Zhou Yun asked next.

Beta, of all things!

Nethos mentally cursed—where in the Alpha Legion was there a Beta?

They had only Alpharius and Omega, two Primarchs—how could there be a third, Beta?

"There is no Beta," Nethos said frankly.

He had wanted to confuse Zhou Yun's understanding of the Alpha Legion, but that machine could judge—wait?

Nethos stared blankly at the Truth-False Diviner in Zhou Yun's hand.

The Truth-False Diviner gave no response.

Based on his earlier observations, no response meant no truth or falsehood, or something between the two.

"There is no third Primarch named Beta in the Alpha Legion!" Nethos quickly spoke, phrasing it more precisely and clearly for the Truth-False Diviner.

The Truth-False Diviner gave no response, indicating Nethos's statement had no truth or falsehood.

This left Zhou Yun, Sanguinius, and Guilliman stunned.

If there was no Beta, no third Primarch of the Alpha Legion, the Truth-False Diviner should have ruled it false outright.

But now the device's judgment was—no truth or falsehood?

What did that mean?

Was there a Beta, but one that differed in form from the true Primarchs?

Zhou Yun had merely tried it offhand.

After all, if there was a second, there might be a third; cut off one head and two might grow back.

But he hadn't expected such an unexpected discovery.

"There's actually a Beta?!" Nethos stared in shock: "How the hell is there a Beta?!"

As a high-ranking member of the Alpha Legion, he had never known his legion had a third Primarch.

This left Nethos himself confused and disoriented.

"There can't be a fourth Primarch named Gamma!" Nethos blurted out.

Then, the Truth-False Diviner still gave no response.

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Nethos, Zhou Yun, Sanguinius, and Guilliman all fell silent.

Four? How could there be four?

Nethos's face showed fear.

But he couldn't help himself—he and Zhou Yun tested every Greek letter.

They ultimately confirmed: all others were ruled nonexistent,

but Beta and Gamma were judged as having no truth or falsehood.

Did that mean they could be said to exist—or not exist?

This was deeply strange.

Zhou Yun thought for a moment—the simplest way was to wait until Emperor Wu Da Xiong arrived and ask him directly.

After all, the Primarchs were his creations; wouldn't he know how many there were?

Nethos was still lost in confusion.

As an Alpha, he had accepted the legion's many secrets, deceptions, and unknowns.

But suddenly having two more fathers? Even an Alpha like Nethos found his mind overloaded.

"How should he be dealt with?" Zhou Yun asked Guilliman.

Guilliman looked at Nethos, thinking for two or three seconds.

"Didn't he claim to be loyal?"

"Then let him contribute to the Imperium."

"The Neiwu Force has purged too many traitors and demons; many tasks are left undone."

"He seems suitable. Let him do them."

Zhou Yun couldn't help nodding in agreement.

"Now that the Alphas are here, let the Chaos bastards—the birds, snakes, shape-shifters—take a rest."

Nethos snapped back to awareness, his gaze toward Guilliman and Zhou Yun filled with fear.

"Don't think about suicide," Sanguinius smiled gently. "My Lord Sengduo A-Meng is the Death God of both humanity and the Eldar. Even if you burn yourself to ash, I can resurrect you."

Nethos's eyes showed terror.

As assistant minister of the Neiwu Force, he knew how terrifying its work was.

Merely holding the position of assistant minister had left his Astartes body exhausted beyond endurance.

And now Guilliman wanted to dump all the tasks once handled by the banished demons onto Nethos.

Nethos's tongue trembled uncontrollably.

He had survived this long as assistant minister only by clinging to the thought that he could die after each mission.

"What? Didn't you claim to be loyal?"

Guilliman asked with a smile.

"Unwilling to shoulder some duties for the Imperium?"

The current Imperium's system was entirely designed and planned by Guilliman after the Horus Heresy, based on Macordo's political legacy and will.

Its unique feature was that it did not fear traitors, spies, or even demons within.

Because every task had been split among hundreds of billions, even trillions of Neiwu Force personnel; no single person could grasp the full picture, making it nearly impossible to cause real damage based on one's assigned duties.

Traitors, spies, and demons who infiltrated the Imperium's administrative system were swallowed by its bureaucratic tide, discovering they could not harm the Imperium at all—instead, they were forced to carry out the tasks assigned to them.

This was a trap Guilliman deliberately left in the Imperium's administrative system; trying to destroy the Imperium through its bureaucracy was extremely difficult.

Previously, Nethos had manipulated the High Lords, leveraging the existing conservative faction to subtly steer their decisions and slightly hasten the Fall of Cadia.

Now, the High Lords were entirely under Guilliman's control; their decisions were Guilliman's decisions, and Guilliman could not be disturbed or influenced by someone like Nethos.

So Guilliman had no fear that Nethos could cause any damage.

In fact, Guilliman hoped Nethos would stir up some trouble—perhaps it might lure out deeper fish from the Alpha Legion.

Nethos's expression froze, his whole body trembling—he would never again sink to that level.

"I have another way to prove my loyalty."

Nethos hurriedly said:

"I have a cargo, a cargo from the Black Legion, that I wish to present to the three of you."

"You will surely be interested!"

(End of Chapter)