Chapter 140: The prophecy of the weasel

When Alvin slowly woke up, he saw Winnie Winslet, with long golden wavy hair, wearing a black robe with gold trim, and a beautiful face.

"Am I... dead?!"

Alvin was dumbfounded. He was afraid he was really dead; otherwise, why could he see Winnie, who had already died?

"You are not dead."

Winnie shook her head and said calmly: "I saved you from Khorne's Ladder Fortress. This is the Warp."

Seeing the surroundings clearly, Alvin looked at her in horror and said angrily: "Tzeentch, don't try to lie to me!"

This must be the conspiracy of that Tzeentch dog!

"Winnie is already dead. Don't try to lie to me with this routine!" Alvin was extremely vigilant, quietly brewing psychic energy, intending to fight to the death.

"I really am Winnie Winslet..." Winnie was a bit helpless, not knowing whether to praise him for his high vigilance or give him a slap to wake him up.

"How can you prove it?" Alvin still didn't dare to believe it. After all, there were too many sinister things in the Warhammer universe. If he wasn't careful, he might fall into a trap.

"Can this... prove it?"

Winnie drew the knight's sword from her waist, and the scorching golden flames immediately swept out, burning and expelling all the covetous Warp daemons nearby.

The golden flames gave Alvin a warm feeling, as if he had felt it somewhere before. He was stunned for half a second, a term suddenly popped into his mind, and he looked at Winnie in disbelief: "You... you have become a Living Saint?!"

"Hmm..."

Winnie nodded slightly, which was considered an answer to his question.

Holy crap, she really became a Living Saint!

Alvin was so excited that he almost couldn't control himself.

"Ahem, you haven't forgotten the thing we agreed on, right?"

Adhering to the philosophy of "don't forget each other when one becomes rich," Alvin hurriedly leaned over, ignoring Winnie's somewhat angry expression, and said shamelessly: "We can be considered to have gone through thick and thin together. Now that you've made it big, you can't forget your brother!"

Winnie was so angry at this guy's thick skin that she stared at him coldly: "Then what do you want?"

"Hehe~"

Alvin rubbed his hands excitedly, not knowing that he looked exactly like a fly, and continued to lick his face shamelessly: "My requirements aren't high. Look, you're a 'Living Saint' now. Why don't you come back with me? There happens to be a Heldrake over there. How about you help me cut it down while you're at it?"

If he could pull a Living Saint back, he could scare the mastermind to death. Just thinking about it felt great!

What Heldrake?

One sword would cut it into pieces, vertically split in half!

But unfortunately, Alvin's dream was decisively rejected by Winnie: "No, I am the Emperor's messenger and will only exercise the Emperor's orders. The cult on Loser... is a problem you need to consider, not me."

"No, you're already here, it's just a matter of convenience. We have this relationship, can't you just help me?" Alvin was anxious. He had finally caught someone from the weasel's side; he really wasn't reconciled if he didn't fleece her!

Could the situation in Loser be unknown to the Emperor?

The enemies in this broken place could almost form a mahjong table, and there was a Necron dynasty of unknown scale underneath. Is it reasonable not to send a Living Saint to help?

"I need to reiterate to you."

Winnie's tone seemed a bit helpless, and she glanced at him: "We don't have any relationship. The agreement I made with you was a matter of the past. The current me... is just an agent of the Emperor's divine power, understand?"

Alvin looked at Winnie, taking in her helpless expression, and then thinking of what she just said, his brows immediately frowned: "Huang... ahem, you mean, the Emperor won't let you help us?!"

One sentence almost made Winnie laugh with anger. She said unpleasantly: "Do you think you are very important? The reason I appeared here is simply because the Emperor wanted to stop Khorne's conspiracy, not to save you!"

Alvin smiled awkwardly. He thought the Emperor had specifically sent a Living Saint to Khorne's lair to rescue him. Now it seemed he had thought too much.

Seeing that he seemed a bit disappointed, Winnie stopped talking, a look of entanglement flashed in her beautiful eyes, and after hesitating, she said again: "You... in short, the problem of Loser needs to be solved by yourself. I can only remind you... be careful of the mastermind, his purpose is not that simple."

"Regardless... I still want to thank you."

Alvin quickly returned to normal and looked at her sincerely: "Twice, you saved me. I really thank you."

"Live well, Alvin." Since becoming a Living Saint, Winnie seemed to be able to see some fragments of the future. She looked at the boy's face reflected in her eyes and said worriedly: "You must live well, you know?"

In fact, she didn't tell Alvin the truth.

Even if you aren't afraid of death and your willpower is full, can you block a 300mm cannon?!

In the future she... no, the future the Emperor saw, there were three timelines. One of the timelines ended with Alvin being about to have his head cut off by the Greater Daemon Skarbrand, and because of strong unwillingness and anger, he was eventually influenced by Khorne's power and fell!

Thus... directly ascending to become a "Daemon Prince"!

To prevent this future, Winnie was awakened by the holy Emperor on the eve of death and given a new mission.

Of course, all this could not be told to Alvin.

"I will... you too." Although he felt Winnie's eyes were a bit strange, Alvin just thought it was a reunion after a long separation and grinned: "Since you can't help, when do you plan to go on a date with me?"

Hearing this, Winnie's favorability from the previous second was instantly cleared to zero.

Her eyes contained killing intent, like ten-thousand-year ice that wouldn't melt, staring until Alvin felt cold all over, chattering his teeth: "I'm joking, I'm joking!"

"You should go back."

Winnie sneered, deciding to teach this guy a lesson.

Slap!

A loud psychic slap.

With lightning speed, she directly fanned Alvin back to the physical universe.

However, when he opened his eyes, he saw the Terminator armor and was immediately dumbfounded: "How long have I been asleep? How come the Terminators are out?"

The Astartes piloting the Terminator power armor was grabbing a daemon under Khorne's command, pressing it under his crotch, and greeting that ugly face.

The power fist smashed and blood sprayed wildly, accompanied by the Terminator's wild laughter. This scene looked simply too great.

Yes, that's how you hit it, greet it hard!

Alvin, who had suffered enough resentment at "Khorne's" place just now, found it extremely satisfying to watch.

Not long after, the Khorne daemon was hammered by the Terminator into meat paste that was chewy and bouncy. It was estimated that if it were boiled, the elasticity could be used as a basketball.

Turning his gaze, it was the Astartes of the "Watchers" Chapter staging a one-sided massacre!

Immediately after, it was the huge Warp rift torn open by dozens of out-of-control "psykers," which actually merged with the Warp rift of the upper hive, expanding into a pitch-black scar hundreds of meters in diameter, hanging in the sky like a sore on the firmament, flowing with endless, surging malice from the Empyrean!

The demonic army composed of Pink Horrors, Screamers, and Tzeentch Fire Horrors was like a dense tide, pouring into the real universe from that "scar."

And the daemons on the ground were mostly composed of Khorne cultists, Bloodletters, Flesh Hounds, and Bloodcrushers, filling the mountains and seas like a blood-red ocean, submerging two-thirds of the middle hive!

It could be seen that even though the Astartes monks could each fight a hundred, they couldn't withstand the large number of people. Ants could kill an elephant, not to mention those weren't ants!

"You're awake, kid?"

Tak wiped the sweat from his head, spat out blood, turned to look at him, and started laughing with his big mouth open: "Two pieces of news. Good news, you can stay and fight side by side with us. Bad news, the Warp rift has expanded, and the next battle will be very exciting!"

Alvin listened with black lines on his head.

Aren't these two pieces of bad news?!