Chapter 157: The Master of Mankind in the Nightmare

The Greater Daemon of Tzeentch finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it didn't die at the hands of the 'E-Greater Daemon'; the worst result was just resurrecting a few years late.

It was much better than being killed by a 'Living Saint' and dying completely!

Before dying, the Greater Daemon of Tzeentch looked at the unconscious Alvin and suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

Although it was dead, it seemed it could cause some trouble for the Master of Mankind; in short, just being disgusting was enough!

While thinking, taking advantage of not having completely disappeared, the Greater Daemon of Tzeentch's pupils burst with psychic flames, like a scarlet spear, directly piercing Alvin's heart!

By the time Winnie discovered it, it was too late to stop it!

Fury surged in her light blue pupils, and she gritted her teeth, staring angrily at the already dissipating Greater Daemon of Tzeentch: "You... deserve to die!"

"Hahahaha..."

As it dissipated, the Greater Daemon of Tzeentch issued a harsh mocking laugh, playfully examining the Imperial side, and said meaningfully: "No one... can escape the woven fate!"

"Your nonsense... is too much!"

The target being ambushed right before his eyes made Butsweig feel very ashamed. He picked up the discarded giant axe and directly smashed that bird head to pieces.

However, Alvin being hit by the Greater Daemon of Tzeentch's psychic magic before it died had become an established fact!

Butsweig held the giant axe and turned to look at Alvin; he was hesitating... whether to eliminate the threat!

But Winnie blocked the Holy Dreadnought with her sword, her expression indifferent: "No need to worry, the Emperor will watch over him; Tzeentch's conspiracy will definitely not be realized!"

With the 'Living Saint's' assurance, Butsweig's worry was relieved quite a bit. He looked at the unconscious human boy: "This child... is very important?"

"Yes, very important."

Winnie lowered her head, a rare trace of warmth flashing in her eyes, and said softly: "His future is closely related to the Human Empire. After leaving here, do not tell anyone about me or him; this is the 'Emperor's' will!"

Being able to be valued so much by a 'Living Saint', Butsweig nodded silently, and the surrounding burning psychic flames gradually dissipated after the Greater Daemon of Tzeentch died.

Not many people saw the scene just now, and it seemed the 'Living Saint' used some means so that the others didn't hear their conversation, which made Butsweig feel a bit more relaxed.

Some young Astartes of the Wolf Chapter had never seen such a brutal scene, and they were stunned, staring blankly at the Holy Dreadnought that looked like a monument.

As for Albert... to be honest, he was a little panicked now. If he hadn't misheard just now, did Butsweig shout something about killing him and the Chapter Master?

Thinking again, Butsweig had repeated several times at the time not to make things hard for the brothers.

If there really was such a day, give him a quick one and don't bury him in a stone sarcophagus... but as soon as he turned around, under the coaxing of the Chapter Master and the Apothecary, he agreed to bury Butsweig in the Holy Dreadnought.

Fortunately, Butsweig, having vented, didn't bother to care about this matter anymore. He glanced at Albert, who seemed to be shivering, and snorted coldly: "Why don't you hurry up and get over here?!"

Albert feared nothing, not even facing a Hive Tyrant, he would dare to draw his blade and fight, but facing Butsweig... he really had no confidence.

After all, if one were to talk about seniority, Butsweig was the Captain of the First Company before being buried in the stone sarcophagus!

"Coming, coming~"

Albert scurried over, squeezing an ugly smile onto his face full of flesh and scars.

Looking at Albert, Butsweig sighed. This kid... still had a bit of conscience, at least he didn't stuff him into a 'Redeemer'. Since his anger had dissipated quite a bit, there was no need to make things difficult for him, so he pointed to the unconscious boy beside him in as gentle a tone as possible: "Take the target back, and make sure there are no mistakes, understand?"

"Understood!"

Albert personally carried Alvin on his back, then hesitated, looking at the 'Living Saint' who was still standing in place: "Are you... not leaving with us?"

Winnie shook her head silently, her gaze seeming to look through the strange time turbulence of the warp toward some future, and said softly: "No, I still have my duty... your duty is to protect him well."

Being able to encounter a 'Living Saint' in the warp turbulence was, to some extent, the 'All-Father' manifesting.

Albert clenched his right fist and struck his heart heavily, his expression full of respect: "It is our honor to fight alongside you. May I ask... your name?"

Winnie was silent for a few seconds, then slowly said: "He knows my name; let him tell you... and there is no need to publicize it. My existence is special."

Special?

Albert and Butsweig were both a bit dazed.

They didn't quite understand what the 'special' meant in the 'Living Saint's' words.

But Winnie didn't intend to explain. She gripped the blade burning with golden flames, turned around, and stepped into the fierce warp storm until her entire figure disappeared.

She was heading to the near future.

On that planet, she would once again... save Alvin Valerius!

The fates of the two had been closely linked by the Emperor since that moment; she was his own... 'Living Saint'!

"Let's go back..."

Butsweig lowered his head, looking at the unconscious Alvin, and combined with the behavior of the Greater Daemon of Tzeentch, seemed to have guessed something, speaking vaguely to remind Albert: "Kid, in the future... remember to contact him more; there might be surprises."

Albert scratched his head. Although he didn't quite understand the intention of Butsweig's sudden words, he knew that the former Captain would definitely not harm them, so he nodded: "Okay, I understand."

Khorne, Tzeentch, Nurgle, Slaanesh!

In Alvin's dream, he seemed to have been targeted by the four Chaos Gods in the Empyrean, and no matter how he ran, he could never escape.

From Khorne's blood fortress to Tzeentch's crystal labyrinth, then to Nurgle's plague garden, and then he was thrown into... Slaanesh's palace of pleasure!

He stepped through forests of flesh and pools of wine, broke through places of debauchery and lust, and climbed the peaks of power, experiencing the supreme power of dominating thousands of creatures!

But in the end... there was only endless emptiness.

In the emptiness that felt like being hollowed out, Alvin wandered like a walking corpse without purpose until he arrived at a snow-covered mountain peak, saw the glorious Golden Throne, and the terrifying figure that looked like rotting flesh and dry bones.

The great Master of Mankind seemed to be watching him.

The next moment, Alvin woke up from the dream. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw an old man with a face full of wrinkles and white hair staring at him intently.

"You are..."

Alvin asked subconsciously.

Holn watched him eagerly, as if looking at a precious treasure, a fanatical expression appearing on his face: "Child, I am your... grandfather!"

Asking for everything~ asking for everything~ I don't refuse anyone, it's almost the end of the month, let's work hard to rush a wave~ By the way, when can my recommendation come? I'm waiting until I'm exhausted. ===== CHAPTER 158 =====