Chapter 171: Return to the Alien Universe

After returning to the upper hive, Alvin still felt his heart beating non-stop.

In fact, on the way back, he carefully reasoned it out again in his mind.

As a result, no matter how he thought about it, it was full of oddities. Although there was no definitive evidence, various signs indicated that it was very likely he had guessed wrong from the beginning!

That wasn't any sleeping Necron tomb at all, but had been in an "active" state from beginning to end!

Especially, in the "Navigator" system's prompt, that sentence "can contact a certain mysterious Necron" made Alvin shudder even more.

"Please don't be the Figurine King..."

Alvin hurriedly swiped the Aquila, praying to the Emperor most devoutly.

There was a reason he was so afraid.

In fact, the Figurine King's real name was Trazyn the Infinite, a Necron, the ruler of the tomb world Solemnace, self-proclaimed as the protector of galactic history, artifacts, and events.

In the Solemnace Museum he founded, countless priceless technologies and artifacts were treasured, as well as historical fragments preserved by stasis fields.

As the saying goes, there are no wrong nicknames, only wrong names. Trazyn could be crowned as the Old Rogue, Figurine King, and one could see one or two from it.

This included Trazyn once attempting to steal the staff of Imotekh the Stormlord, tricking the Ultramarines into saying he was Guilliman's friend, collecting an Ork Warboss and the Deathwatch squad hunting them, stealing Guilliman's pillow, robbing the Emperor's Children legion's gene-seed transport ship, and so on.

Such things were almost countless.

If one had to say who Alvin feared the most in the entire Warhammer universe, Trazyn could definitely rank in the top five!

Anyone targeted by this guy had a high probability of finally being thrown into his museum as a treasure. Alvin didn't want to become a "collection."

He didn't want to stay in this ghost place of Loser for even a day.

"Young Master Alvin, your complexion isn't very good. Do you need me to find an apothecary?"

Elsa looked at him with some worry and asked softly.

"No need. I'm going to rest. Don't let anyone disturb me."

Alvin took a deep breath, temporarily suppressed his restless emotions, and said slowly: "Remember, it's anyone. Without my permission, no matter what the situation is, you are not allowed to enter this room."

Regarding this order, although Elsa couldn't understand it, she still indicated obedience and then slowly exited the room.

He decided to solve the matter on Loser as soon as possible. After getting Rosales's things, he would immediately flee this ghost place!

"Time to go see the Alien universe..." Alvin had been concerned about the research progress of the Alien universe.

This concerned a major trump card of his in the future, so naturally, he had to put in more thought.

"Navigator, travel to the 'Alien Universe'." He called out to the system in the room. Accompanied by a flash of light, his whole person had already disappeared.

Because he used the "Navigator" system to adjust the time ratio.

And in the Warhammer universe, he encountered the Khorne warband, Chaos invasion, and was delayed by trivial matters for about a month and a half.

Therefore, after he returned to the "Alien Universe," he checked the flight log of the "World Master" and confirmed the timeline: it was one year and two months later.

Alvin sat in the cockpit, flipping through the messages sent by Vickers and Weyland over the past year or so.

It had to be said that because of his appearance, the entire pattern of the Alien universe had undergone earth-shaking changes, completely deviating from the initial trajectory.

First of all, it was Peter Weyland, who should have exhausted his lifespan. After obtaining a longer lifespan, he was able to focus his attention completely on work. Soon, he used thunderous means to regain control of the Weyland-Yutani mega-corporation and officially reached a friendly mutual aid agreement with Vickers, the representative of Paradise Star.

Research on "Aliens" and "Black Goo" was also steadily advancing.

From a recent message, Alvin finally saw hope. Peter and Vickers worked together to create a brand-new "Alien" life form.

"Not easy, finally got it out."

Alvin raised the corners of his lips. Finally, he got the "Alien" out.

According to the data, the embryonic stage of this Alien was named "Facehugger."

The "Alien" in the Facehugger form could parasitize any life form and be born from the host after a few hours.

The growth speed was beyond imagination, completely violating the law of conservation of energy. It only needed very little nutritional supply to grow into a "mature" Alien. The "Alien" in this form had extremely strong environmental adaptability and would possess a part of the host's characteristics according to the parasitized host.

Its blood possessed extremely strong corrosiveness, held great malice toward any life, and possessed the most pure and excellent killing ability!

In the test, Peter specially selected narrow terrain suitable for the "Alien" to perform. The result was that a 40-person mercenary squad was slaughtered by the Alien.

But if it were fighting in a more open terrain, the "Alien" would expose defects. The defense of its carapace couldn't withstand kinetic firearms, but its performance was still considered bright. Under extremely unequal conditions, the Alien still killed several mercenaries!

Of course, Vickers's suggestion was that they could implant a special biological carapace for the "Alien" life form later.

In this way, they could improve the "Alien's" survival rate, and even if it were used on the frontal battlefield, it could still possess considerable lethality!

"Hmm... wait until I can control the Aliens. Should I consider catching a few Chaos cans?" Alvin stared at the research data and had a sudden whim: "Let the Aliens parasitize Space Marines. Just thinking about it feels exciting. Maybe it can give me some surprises."

Currently, the two's research on the "Alien" was basically stuck at the level of how to control the Alien.

The "Alien" born from the "Black Goo," although having a lot of room for growth, was difficult to control. Even if Vickers used the Engineer technology, she still couldn't effectively control it.

To put it plainly, the current "Alien" was a double-edged sword.

Throwing it out didn't distinguish between enemy and friend. It was easy to kill the enemy, but also easy to harm oneself, so the two agreed that the "Alien" still belonged to a failed product.

Tasteless to eat, a pity to discard... that was the "Alien" at the current stage.

Alvin rubbed his chin and pondered for a moment: "Seems... it's not impossible. Throwing this thing into Warhammer has some risks, but other worlds don't need to worry."

Moreover, as long as the quantity was controlled, there was no need to worry too much about the Aliens becoming a disaster.

"World Master, navigate to LV-223."

While thinking, Alvin started the cockpit. In the sky-filling projected star map, he locked onto that lonely Paradise Star.

It just so happened that after the Weyland-Yutani mega-corporation and Vickers reached an agreement, they set up a research base on the LV-223 planet where they first met, completely transforming that planet into a specialized "Alien" ecological research field, and the two just happened to be there.

The World Master sailed out from the asteroid belt. After a short glide, the faster-than-light engine started, instantly pulling out gorgeous streamers.

A few days later, the LV-223 planet, the space station located in orbit, suddenly detected an unknown energy source.

Although that signal energy source had never been seen before, it was recorded in the Weyland-Yutani company's program, and the confidentiality specification level was the highest. Once discovered, it needed to be reported immediately.

In the laboratory, Peter, who was focused on researching the "Alien" embryo, put down all the work on hand after receiving the news.

And strictly ordered anyone not to walk, instead changing into a suit very solemnly, waiting at the orbital connection port meticulously. When had those Weyland employees ever seen their own boss behave so solemnly? They speculated one after another about the identity of the person driving that Engineer spaceship.

Soon, the World Master docked at that space station, and the two's orbits successfully connected.

The heavy gate opened, and Peter stepped forward with small steps, lowering his head extremely respectfully. This old man who held the Weyland-Yutani mega-corporation looked like a humble slave instead.

This scene immediately made the company's employees and researchers widen their eyes one after another.

Alvin walked out from the passage, looking at Peter, who put his posture extremely low and had a humble attitude, and couldn't help but praise in his heart.

Worthy of being the big shot who created Weyland-Yutani, just this attitude of being able to bend and stretch already surpassed many people.

"Welcome back, sir."

Peter took a step forward, bowed, lowered his posture, and made a welcoming gesture.

"Long time no see, Peter. Your complexion is not bad."

Alvin asked casually. Peter, after life extension, indeed had more vitality than before.

"This is all thanks to you, sir."

Peter lowered his posture, led Alvin to an office, dismissed the rest of the idle people, and stayed obediently on the side.

Alvin sat on the chair, the corners of his lips holding a gentle smile, his eyes staring at Peter, and he laughed lightly: "I received your message, very good."

Since being trained by Elsa, in his gestures, he had a trace of grace, generosity, and innate nobility.

And after experiencing the baptism of blood and fire, it made him inadvertently reveal a trace of blood red in the depths of his eyes, which was enough to make people feel fear.

Peter, who noticed the change in Alvin's temperament, behaved even more respectfully, and without waiting for Alvin to take the initiative to ask, he took the lead to apologize: "Very sorry, sir. The research you entrusted to us is currently temporarily stuck in a bottleneck, but please give us some more time. I believe it will be conquered soon."

The "bottleneck" in his mouth naturally referred to the defect that the "Alien" life form could not be effectively controlled for the time being.

"It doesn't matter. In just one year, you have tried your best."

Alvin didn't blame Peter. Blindly suppressing and reprimanding couldn't improve efficiency; it was better to have appropriate "sweet dates."

Moreover, the places where he needed Peter to play a role were not just Alien research, so naturally, he wouldn't be too harsh.

"Thank you for your understanding, sir."

Peter, who was originally a bit nervous, immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He was just afraid that because he couldn't complete the research, his life-extension medicine would also have no whereabouts.

"This time the time is relatively tight, so I'll make a long story short."

Alvin didn't want to waste time, so he went straight to the point: "I need a special android, as well as ten Alien embryo eggs."

The eighth day of ten thousand words... Seeking a wave of votes! ===== CHAPTER 172 =====