Chapter 79

Although Winnie was still half-believing Alvin's words, the more important issue at hand was to verify whether what he said was true!

If it really was a 'Daemon Engine', then she would have to consider whether to use her mentor 'Gransol's' connections to send a distress signal to an Astartes chapter.

A Daemon Engine... is not something the Astra Militarum can solve!

But next, another severe problem was placed in front of Winnie.

How was she supposed to get over there?

On the road to the Daemon Engine's forge factory, there were countless Servitors corrupted by Chaos.

Relying on personal strength alone, it was very difficult to sneak into the core of the forge factory without alerting the cult.

"Can your armor carry me over?"

Winnie set her sights on Alvin; since he hadn't been discovered by the Chaos Servitors, bringing one more person shouldn't be a problem, right?

"Yes, as long as you don't mind."

Alvin didn't care.

"Why would I mind?"

Winnie glanced at him and sneered: "Don't tell me you think that I, as a warrior of His Majesty the God-Emperor, would care about gender like an ordinary person? That's just an act of cowardice!"

She graduated from the Schola Progenium and came from the noble Winslett family; the education she received since childhood was to dedicate everything to the Emperor.

Furthermore, in the Inquisitor's code, the greatest taboo is acting on impulse.

As long as the mission of His Majesty the God-Emperor can be completed and the heretical cult wiped out, personal feelings should be thrown to the back of one's mind!

Alvin laughed self-deprecatingly.

Almost forgot, although Winnie looks very beautiful, in essence... she is an Imperial Inquisitor!

After carrying Winnie on his back, Alvin didn't forget to urge: "Lord Inquisitor, please hold on tight, otherwise it won't be good if you get thrown off."

Winnie hugged his neck, her legs stuck to his waist like a crab, without any grace: "I'm holding on tight."

As expected of an Inquisitor!

Alvin praised in his heart, then followed the route he came from, carefully avoiding the Chaos Servitors.

Before long, the two sneaked into the core of the forge factory.

That terrifying construct, huge, twisted, and blasphemous like an ancient giant scorpion, was gradually completing its outer shell and pipelines under the tireless work of the slaves on the assembly line.

"It really is a Daemon Engine!"

The moment she saw the construct, Winnie was convinced that it was indeed a daemon construct, and judging from its appearance, it should be a predator belonging to the 'Blood God'... a 'Brass Scorpion'!

According to the Inquisition, it should be a 'Supreme Brass Scorpion', or a 'Scorpion Colossus'; in relevant data, it is one of the largest Daemon Engines in the Empire's history!

Nearly thirty meters in height, even in the Empire's known daemon data, it counts as huge, and according to the information in the data, this type of Daemon Engine moves quickly and agilely, specializing in attacking static defensive positions!

On that blood-colored metal shell, twisted Chaos runes were engraved, which were blessings from the Chaos Gods of the Warp; not only could it defend against psychic power, but even the main gun of a Leman Russ tank couldn't cause it the slightest damage!

Moreover, from Winnie's professional perspective, she knew more than Alvin.

This 'Supreme Brass Scorpion' Daemon Engine was only one step away from completion, and that was the power engine that imprisoned the daemon!

Once the imprisoned daemon core is embedded, it will become a war machine that strikes fear into the hearts of all!

"This is a big problem..."

Winnie bit her lip lightly, a trace of regret emerging in her eyes.

She suddenly felt a bit suspicious; should she really... learn from her mentor's approach?

If it were Mentor Gransol handling this, he would probably have sent a distress signal to the surrounding Astra Militarum and Astartes chapters the moment the Tech-Priest reported this matter, right?

No, it's not too late now!

Winnie reaffirmed her wavering will.

"Lord Inquisitor, what should we do next?"

Alvin asked for the opinion of the person on his back.

Winnie lowered her voice and said to him: "Don't alert them; I have already recorded the situation here with the Rose Knot, retreat... I will request reinforcements from the surrounding systems in the name of an Inquisitor."

"Request reinforcements?"

Alvin frowned deeply, not thinking this was the best choice: "Please forgive my rudeness, Lord Inquisitor, shouldn't what we do now be to destroy this Daemon Engine?"

"Do you think I don't want to?!"

Winnie rolled her eyes at him and said angrily: "Do you know what a 'Daemon Engine' is? The shell of that thing, even if a Leman Russ came, might not be able to pierce it; what are we going to use to destroy it with just the two of us?"

"But if we don't destroy this Daemon Engine now, by the time reinforcements arrive, the Hive City will have been wiped out by the cult!"

Alvin shook his head and voiced his opposition.

At the Empire's rescue speed, even if an Inquisitor ordered it personally, it would take at least a month, or even several months.

In the current situation, let alone a month, in at most half a month, or even a few days, the cult will launch a full-scale attack on the Hive City; how could they have so much time?

Winnie was almost laughed at by this damn lower-hive dweller; she pointed at the Chaos construct and cursed in a low voice: "Open your eyes wide and look clearly; the blasphemous runes on the shell of that thing are the blessings of the Chaos Blood God; you want to destroy it just by yourself?"

"I know, that's the Blood God's blessing."

Alvin licked his lips, not only showing no fear but even looking a bit excited, his eyes faintly revealing a trace of heart-palpitating madness.

"You... don't tell me you really have a way?"

Winnie's eyes widened, and a glimmer of hope suddenly sprouted.

Could it be that this guy was really blessed by the God-Emperor?

"Yes, but this method... has a little bit of risk."

Alvin certainly knew how hard the Daemon Engine's defense was, but he had long since had a way to deal with it.

"A... little? Are you sure?"

Having had a few lessons, Winnie now had a bit of a shadow, like a person bitten by a snake once, fearing the rope for ten years.

"Lord Inquisitor, is there any other choice now?" Alvin's calm tone was mixed with a trace of chilling madness: "Either destroy the Daemon Engine here, or wait for this Daemon Engine to be completed; by the time reinforcements arrive, the entire Hive City will have fallen!"

"You're right, we don't have time."

Winnie bit her lip tightly and nodded helplessly, clearly persuaded: "If we can destroy the Daemon Engine, at least we can buy some time for the reinforcements!"

Alvin didn't hesitate anymore and took out a semi-circular, flat, dark green metal disc from his private space.

"You intend to destroy the Daemon Engine with this thing?"

Seeing Alvin's cautious appearance, Winnie was greatly puzzled and said somewhat angrily: "Alvin, are you joking with me?"

"Unfortunately, I am not joking, Lord Inquisitor."

Glancing at the angry Inquisitor, Alvin said in a low voice with a seriousness he had never shown before: "I cannot tell you the origin of this thing for the time being, but I can be sure that even if this thing cannot destroy the Daemon Engine, it will at least give the cult a headache for a while!"

After seeing that his serious expression didn't look fake, Winnie finally realized that the thing might not be as simple as it looked.

Looking at the dark green flat disc metal device in his hand, Alvin exhaled deeply, a complex look appearing in his eyes.

Canoptek Scarab.

If he could, he would absolutely never take it out!

But who could have thought that the cult would secretly forge a Daemon Engine? Since you started it, don't blame him for finishing it.

At worst, everyone dies together!

Drag the Necrons out, and no one will have a good time!

"Hope it works..."

Alvin injected the energy module he had prepared in advance directly into the metal disc.

Then, as if throwing a hot potato, fearing that he would be dragged in if he were even half a second late, he threw it directly at the Daemon Engine.

"Just that simple?"

Winnie, who was watching from the sidelines, was full of suspicion.

That is a 'Daemon Engine', a construct originating from the Chaos Gods; if it were solved so easily, she would swallow this thing alive on the spot!

"That's right, it's just that simple."

Alvin nodded with a calm expression.

The technological construct of the Necrons, the overlords of the galaxy sixty-five million years ago, shouldn't disappoint him, right?

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