Chapter 19: The Cult Pressing Step by Step

In this world, there are many things that can only be understood by witnessing them with one's own eyes.

Just like Alvin now, he never thought he was how noble, and he didn't have any grand, lofty ideals.

As for relying on the identity of a 'transmigrator' to save the rotten status quo of the Imperium of Man, such 'heroic' feats and thinking were simply not considered at all.

Who is he?

An Underhive scavenger!

A piece of garbage as humble as dust, what can he use to save the Empire?

Even the Thirteenth Primarch, Roboute Guilliman, couldn't do it; what qualifications does he, an Underhive scavenger, have to change the 'Empire' that is like shit?

From beginning to end, Alvin's idea was very simple: to live well, with dignity, like a human being, and live on!

However, the scene before him caused a great impact on his heart!

Hundreds of heads dripping with blood were dead but not closed, and in their pale, gray eyes remained the desire for life and the pain of being tortured before death, among which there were many children who had not yet grown up.

"But, what... can I do?"

Alvin bit his lip tightly, not knowing it even when it bled, and subconsciously clenched his fists.

His nails pierced into his skin, and the pain awakened him from his trance; looking blankly at the hill piled up with skulls, a touch of bitterness appeared on his face.

"Sorry, I can't avenge you."

He forced himself not to look at the hollow eyes of those skulls, lowered his head, and seemed to be talking to himself: "The only thing I can do for you... is to let the enforcers of the Mid-Upper Hive know about this."

The scale of the 'Khorne Cult' entrenched in the Underhive is unknown, and they possess psykers; it is definitely not a problem he can solve.

He is very weak, weak enough to be far from being able to contend with a cult, let alone match the cult's 'psyker'.

Therefore, the only way Alvin can think of to solve the 'Khorne Cult' is to let the Hive enforcers, the Planetary Defense Force, and the top nobles and governors know about this.

Before the situation reaches an uncontrollable point, forcefully annihilate the Khorne Cult!

Too urgent...

Alvin bit his lip hard; the time left for him was getting less and less.

Judging from the 'sacrifice' ritual held by the Khorne Cult this time, it is conservatively estimated that the scale is likely already very large, and it is even highly likely that they are establishing a connection with the 'Warp'.

Once the sacrifice ritual is completely completed and the Blood God 'Khorne' bestows his blessing, then it will not be a problem that the Planetary Defense Force can solve.

Of course, among the four Chaos Gods, Khorne is known for being violent and warlike, but he doesn't like slaughtering the weak.

Like this slaughter of scavengers and the act of sacrificing with skulls, it is highly unlikely to attract 'Khorne's' attention, although the possibility cannot be completely ruled out.

This sacrifice failed, but who can guarantee that the next sacrifice will fail?

"Must, must leak the intelligence as soon as possible." Alvin clenched his fists, his heart filled with the anxiety and urgency brought by time.

Casting his gaze toward the top filled with steel pipes, his eyes gradually became firm: "The Underhive cannot stop the cult, and the people of the Hammer Gang... are likely already brainwashed; must find a way to mix into the Mid-Hive, only in this way can we stop the cult from spreading!"

Taking a deep look at the hill piled up with skulls, Alvin moved his gaze away with difficulty and whispered: "Sorry, I... can't help you, and I dare not help you."

He could bury those skulls in the ground, but... he didn't dare to do so.

The reason is that the risk is too great!

If the cult members return and find that the sacrificial skulls have disappeared, they will soon realize that their plan has been completely exposed.

Never underestimate the tracking ability of a cult, especially in the presence of a psyker; even if Alvin is careful and hides his tracks, it is still possible to expose his identity.

By then, what awaits him is the cult's all-out pursuit, and there is absolutely no possibility of survival.

As if fleeing in embarrassment, Alvin could always feel the gazes of those people falling on his back... scorching, hot!

Without a word along the way, Alvin, who carefully hid his tracks, returned to the 'doghouse', took a few gold bars, hid them in his arms, changed his clothes and makeup, and went straight to the black market.

He wore a simple mask and a loose, tattered robe to cover his appearance and avoid unnecessary trouble.

The Khorne Cult's sudden large-scale sacrificial act completely disrupted Alvin's plan.

Originally, he intended to use conventional means to bribe the Hive enforcers, buy a Mid-Hive resident permit, and then enter the Mid-Hive openly.

But now, this idea was shattered!

A Mid-Hive resident permit, no matter how fast, would take at least half a month to wait.

Moreover, considering the low administrative efficiency of the Empire, it is not impossible to drag it on for a year or a half.

But the time the cult left for Alvin could not be that long, so he had to find another way and use 'illegal' means.

Just like many people who smuggled across the US-Mexico border in his previous life, there is a similar type of person in the Underhive black market who can help you 'smuggle' into the Mid-Hive.

The former, buying a resident permit, is seeking stability; although the time is long, there will be no problems.

But the latter... as everyone knows, how the US treats those who smuggle; enforcers will only use more cruel means to deal with these bottom-level scum who 'smuggle' into the Mid-Hive.

But Alvin knew very well that what he lacked most now was time, so he could only choose to risk 'smuggling' into the Mid-Hive!

Coming to the alley at the corner of the black market, he knocked on an iron door and deliberately lowered his voice, saying hoarsely: "I need a way."

A moment later, the iron door opened a crack, and a bald head poked out, looking him up and down: "What way?"

This counts as a kind of 'slang', and Alvin matched it familiarly: "Happiness Road."

Being able to match the slang, the bald man opened the iron door and gave way for him to enter: "Second floor, you should know the rules, right?"

"I know."

Alvin handed over the old-fashioned laser gun in his arms.

Then, the bald man searched him carefully, confirmed there were no weapons, raised his chin slightly, and signaled him to go to the second floor from the side.

Stepping on the creaking, almost caked, old wooden boards to the second floor, Alvin saw at a glance a man with his two legs on the table, a metal prosthetic limb, and smoking a cigarette.

Is it him?

Alvin was slightly surprised and recognized the man at a glance; it was the guy who bought his gas mask back then.

After all, that unconventional metal prosthetic limb is truly rare in the Underhive.

The man's metal prosthetic limb held the cigarette, and he exhaled a smoke ring dashingly: "I remember you, the kid who sold me the gas mask last time."

Under the mask, Alvin's pupils shrank sharply, and a look of shock appeared on his face.

He had clearly disguised himself last time, and it was the same this time; how did the other party discover it?

Could it be... considering a certain possibility, he immediately became vigilant, and the surging psionic telekinesis was ready to go like a taut bowstring!

Once the other party had any unusual movement, he could crush him into meat paste in the first time!

"Heh, no need to be so nervous, kid."

The man seemed to have sensed Alvin's nervous mood; while grinning, he raised his hand to lift his long hair that was scattered like instant noodles.

On the other half of his face covered by long hair, a metal electronic prosthetic eye was embedded in the left eye socket, emitting a scarlet light.

"See it? Metal prosthetic eye." He pointed to the scarlet prosthetic eye, stared at Alvin with interest, and said slowly: "Seeing that you are young, let me tell you one more truth: don't ever think that changing clothes and wearing a mask can fool everyone; even without relying on this eye, I can still discover you."

Sensing that the other party seemed to have no malice, Alvin gradually let go of his vigilance, but the psionics were still maintained around his body: "Thank you, I will remember it."

This incident greatly reminded him that he must not underestimate this group of scum mixed in the Underhive!

"I need to smuggle into the Mid-Hive; can you handle it?"

Alvin took a deep breath, simply stopped disguising, and went straight to the point.

"Do you know who I am?"

The man crossed his legs, raised the corner of his mouth, and pointed to his face: "I, Jackal Tuck, as long as you can afford the price, I can let you in." ===== CHAPTER 20 =====