Chapter 110

In the Mechanical Holy Hall, Tuck looked at his good comrade with eager eyes: "How is it? How long until the support arrives?"

Aluman was silent, as if he had a heavy burden on his shoulders, and slowly sat on the chair.

"You speak!"

Tuck was so anxious that he turned around in circles, pointed to the outside, the direction of the rumbling artillery, and shouted: "Listen, the distance of the Planetary Defense artillery is already very close, which means that group of trash can't stop the heretics at all. If the support doesn't come, we will all die!"

However... Aluman remained silent.

Even, he didn't move at all, which once made Tuck suspect, did this guy crash?

Or, he forgot to apply lubricant.

Seeming to hear Tuck's blasphemous voice, Aluman said in a low tone: "Now, there is a piece of bad news and a piece of worse news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

"???"

Tuck was stunned for a full three seconds before reacting, looking at Aluman with eyes like looking at an Ogryn: "Did you forget to apply lubricant to your brain? What's the difference between these two?"

Shockingly.

This time, Aluman didn't get angry, but explained very seriously: "One is bad news, and one is worse news."

"Then tell me the bad news first."

Tuck was impatient and told him to speak quickly, stop selling it here.

"The bad news is that due to the influence of the Warp, their jump position deviated, and it will take at least ten days or so to reach Loser." Aluman said.

"I really doubt whether that group of trash in the upper hive can hold on for half a month." Tuck covered his face, with a finished expression, and sighed: "I'm curious, what other news can be worse than this?"

"The worse news is..."

As a Tech-Priest, the degree of mechanical modification is not high, so Tuck could easily see a touch of deep powerlessness and despair on Aluman's face.

"If Alvin Valerius... has an accident, then I guess there is a 98% possibility that the entire Loser Hive, and even the planet, will be completely destroyed."

In Aluman's desperate tone, he said the terrifying words that made Tuck gasp.

"Are you kidding me?"

Tuck's eyelids twitched, full of disbelief.

"I'm not kidding you, this is a fact."

Aluman regretted so much that he wanted to beat his chest. Was his brain influenced by 'Tzeentch' at that time? Otherwise, why did he let that kid go to the lower hive knowing it was dangerous?

"What the hell are you thinking?"

Tuck was really angry now. Did Aluman forget to apply lubricant to his brain? Otherwise, knowing that Alvin was so important, why did he let him go to the lower hive?

"I..."

Aluman was also aggrieved.

He thought there was no risk in going to the lower hive. At most, he would be discovered by the lower hive people. With a deflection field defense device and a plasma gun, who could stop Alvin?

Besides, the Inquisitor went too. Even if there was any risk, Winnie Winster's background shouldn't be dead, right?

But who could have thought that neither of them came back!

As a result, it became a big deal!

"You just said... it's a 98% possibility, what is the remaining 2%?" Tuck frowned and asked suddenly.

"Either the Emperor manifests, or... the 'Primarch' who is rumored to have awakened from a ten-thousand-year slumber personally orders to stop it." Aluman sneered and said.

"Then isn't it dead?!"

Tuck was desperate.

Not to mention the Emperor's manifestation, which is basically 100% impossible. The rest is the 'Primarch' awakening... who knows if it's true?

"Not entirely... the premise is that we can find Alvin. I always feel that this kid... is not so easy to die."

Aluman looked at Tuck sincerely and patted him on the shoulder earnestly: "This matter is left to you. I believe that the Catachan Jungle Fighters can definitely go deep into the lower hive, find Alvin's trail, and bring him back!"

"Did you throw your brain into the recycling bin?"

Tuck's mouth twitched, and he was speechless, complaining: "I am a Catachan Jungle Fighter, not the Emperor's angel! And certainly not Sly Marbo!"

"I wish you were Sly Marbo..." Aluman said muffledly, looking Tuck up and down, full of disappointment: "Both are from the Catachan Jungle, why is the gap so big?"

Sly Marbo... a resume so legendary that even people who meet him for the first time think it's a lie.

Use the simplest description to describe Sly Marbo.

Probably... he alone could kill all the heretics on Loser, including that demon engine. It's highly likely that it wouldn't be enough for his warm-up exercise.

"Fart, then why the hell aren't you a Great Sage?"

Tuck was never afraid of anyone in a verbal battle. He pointed at Aluman's nose and scolded: "If you were a Great Sage of the Mechanicus, would we be so aggrieved?"

Aluman was anxious and started swearing in binary.

But unfortunately, Tuck couldn't understand it at all and brought the topic back to the point: "Seriously, I can find a way to ask Gray for a Defense Force squad and try to see if I can forcibly break into the lower hive, but whether I can find him... is uncertain."

"This is the only way..."

Aluman finally breathed a sigh of relief. Now he can only hope that the kid is really okay.

Otherwise... an ancient Rogue Trader Dynasty, even if it has declined for thousands of years, its anger is definitely not something they, or even Loser, can bear!

Beep! Beep!

Suddenly, the silent star signal array was awakened again.

"Another star signal?"

Tuck was a little surprised, curious who this was.

However, when he saw the sender of the star signal, Aluman's whole body suddenly stiffened, and he felt like the sky was falling, and even once had an illusion... he was the star of death shining!

"Respected Mechanicus of Mars, Tech-Priest Aluman Villa, about fifteen days ago, we lost contact with 'Winnie Winster'. According to the investigation, she had been in contact with you before disappearing. Please inform us of the specific and detailed content — Ordo Hereticus, Charles Gransol."

The tone of the star signal was very gentle and polite.

But... Aluman knew that this was just a disguise made by that Inquisitor on the surface!

Charles Gransol... is Winnie Winster's mentor. He has extremely high prestige in the Ordo Hereticus of the Inquisition and is a typical extremist Inquisitor.

As far as Aluman knows, this Inquisitor has issued hundreds of Exterminatus orders during his tenure, strangling countless potential risks for the Empire!

Directly or indirectly, the number of living beings who died because of Gransol can be based on hundreds of billions. There are even rumors that Gransol is the biggest "heretic" because he possesses many unknown heretical technologies!

But, what is better known is.

Charles Gransol is a firm Ordo Hereticus Inquisitor belonging to the Inquisition. His extreme and radical behavior is considered too radical even by many obsessed Inquisitors!

Looking at Aluman, who fell into silence again, Tuck suddenly had an ominous premonition: "Are you going to tell me that something bad happened again?"

"Good news..."

Aluman barely pulled out a smile and said slowly to Tuck: "Now, another Inquisitor mentor with deep qualifications and an amazing resume has noticed us."

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