Chapter 169: The Terminator's Fist of Justice

Just as Galken was burying his head as a gold miner.

Little did he know, several transport planes had already landed quietly, and the Valerius family's kill team followed closely behind the Watchers' Third Tactical Squad.

Last time in the Ecclesiarchy Dome Cathedral, because the target was abducted, they could only watch that heretical scum slip away from under their noses.

The Third Tactical Squad, filled with pent-up anger, immediately volunteered to participate in the extermination mission upon learning that the target was Galken.

Besides the Third Tactical Squad, there was another big surprise waiting for that "Planetary Governor" lord.

Tarlos, the "Terminator" who participated in the last decapitation mission, also applied to participate in this mission. The reason was simple... he held a grudge!

Last time, that grandson ran away right in front of his face, causing him to be mocked by his companions for half a month after returning. This time, Tarlos was filled with fire, planning to give that damn heretic a power fist the moment they met, letting him recall what an Angel of the Emperor was!

Thus, in order to exterminate a mere heretic, Alvin had specially organized a grand formation!

"If this still can't kill you, I'll really be convinced!"

Alvin was full of confidence. To prevent accidents, he specially put on a full set of "Oath Armor" and grabbed his executioner greatsword.

With biological armor inside and Oath Armor outside, he didn't believe that old fox Tzeentch could pull off any more tricks!

Having made full preparations, Alvin held his head high, kept the Terminator in front of him, and stepped into that tunnel.

"There are traces of manual digging." One of the Astartes squatted down to carefully examine the tunnel, then said in a deep voice: "This guy should be hiding inside."

"This grandson ran here to be a gold miner?"

Looking at the obvious claw marks and digging traces on both sides of the tunnel, even with Alvin's way of thinking, he couldn't quite keep up.

Galken went through all that trouble to run to the entrance of the Necron tomb to dig a grave, and this was the result?

Wait, could it be that he didn't know that Necron tombs were all hidden in hyper-space?

Thinking of this possibility, Alvin's expression immediately became a bit strange. He suddenly felt a bit sorry for Galken. He had dug such a long tunnel with such difficulty, but apart from easily causing the mountain to collapse, it was useless. He wondered if Galken would collapse if he told him the truth?

Hmm, killing the heart... not bad, he could try it later.

While thinking, the entire team continued to push deeper. The humid air inside the mountain was a bit oppressive.

Suddenly, a point of light burst forth from the front. Lyon waved his fist, and two Astartes pressed forward silently. At the corner, they discovered the target of this extermination.

"Come out! Come out! Give it to me, come out ahhhhh!"

It was indeed Galken, who had become somewhat insane, frantically digging at the rock wall.

He was covered in filth from head to toe. At first glance, he didn't look like a demon blessed by Tzeentch at all; instead, he looked a bit like those miners working hard in the lower hive.

It was too abstract. Alvin wasn't quite sure how a heretic who believed in Tzeentch could end up in such a state.

No wonder Tzeentch couldn't be bothered to pay attention to him; it was simply too shameful!

Looking at the disheveled Galken, the full cavity of anger and the desire to vent that Alvin had accumulated suddenly became somewhat empty. He waved his hand in a bored manner: "Kill him."

"Open fire!"

Lyon gave a low shout and issued the order.

In the instant Galken didn't even notice, the roaring bolter shells were like a torrent, illuminating the somewhat dim tunnel!

Crackle!

The bursting firelight directly sent Galken staggering, and he let out a painful howl.

He turned his head and discovered in horror that, at some point, the passage was crowded with people. Besides the tall Astartes, there were even many kill teams flanking from other positions!

Just as he was about to struggle and resist, he was flipped over by a stun grenade.

Then, the kill team seemed to have seen a massive "merit," and one after another, they pulled out their monomolecular blades and stabbed at him desperately!

Don't look at the monomolecular blades as having a common style, as if they were no different from other knives and swords, but in reality, this thing vibrated at a monomolecular level and could easily cut through tank armor. With the little blessing Galken had obtained, it was simply not enough to withstand the stabbing of the monomolecular blades!

In almost the blink of an eye, Galken's two wings were forcibly "dismantled" by the crazy kill team.

Before participating in the mission, the members of the kill team were very clear that as long as they could gain the recognition of this "Young Master," they would inevitably be reused in the future, so each of them risked their lives to fight for a future.

This resulted in the Astartes not even having to move, merely providing long-range suppression, and Galken was almost dismantled by the kill team.

"Wait wait wait, this is unfair!" Galken, who was struggling hard, had already consumed a lot of physical strength during the digging process and was suddenly ambushed. Moreover, those kill teams were risking their lives, so he immediately became anxious and shouted loudly: "I am a noble, I want to initiate an honorable duel with you!"

Elsa's eyes turned cold, and a terrifying, chilling killing intent surged out: "You, are not worthy!"

What kind of cat or dog was worthy of dueling the heir to the Valerius Rogue Trader dynasty?

Not to mention that he had already fallen into Chaos and become heretical scum, no longer counting as a noble, even if he were still a planetary governor, he wouldn't have the qualifications to talk about a duel!

However, to everyone's surprise, after hearing Galken's "duel application," Alvin actually nodded abnormally: "Alright, I promise you."

This sentence immediately gave Galken hope.

As long as he could grab this kid, he could escape from here. At that time, he would lie low and plan a bigger conspiracy!

"Young Master Alvin!"

Elsa's expression changed drastically, and she bit her lip hard, staring at him fixedly: "You promised me!"

"Don't panic."

Alvin smiled and waved his hand, turning to stare at him playfully. He waved his hand, letting the kill team return: "You want to fight me one-on-one, right?"

"Y-yes, that's right!"

For some reason, looking at that boy's "gentle" smile, Galken suddenly felt a bit of fear.

But things had reached this point, and he could only bite the bullet and agree.

However, Alvin, who had a gentle face just a second ago, had the smile in his eyes turn cold suddenly, like an eternal iceberg that couldn't be melted: "You thought I would say that, didn't you?"

The sudden change made Galken not quite react, and he stared at him with wide eyes.

But unfortunately, Alvin had completely lost interest in him. He turned and walked coldly toward the Terminator, the corners of his lips slightly raised: "Mr. Tarlos, the rest... I'll leave it to you. Consider it a small gift; I hope you can like it."

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance." Alvin tilted his head slightly and gave Galken a cold look: "Win against this one, and I'll fight you one-on-one."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Alvin!"

Terminator Tarlos took off his helmet, revealing an extremely ferocious smile.

Then, rubbing his huge power fist, like a demon from hell, he stepped toward Galken with a grim smile...

He wanted to let Galken taste what it meant to be... the Emperor's Angel's Fist of Justice!

Faint, faint... I need votes to replenish myself. ===== CHAPTER 170 =====