This overly massive Triaros Armored Conveyer was wedged between rock fissures, its Void Shield arrays humming softly, emitting a violet glow that enveloped the entire Expeditionary Force, protecting it from indiscriminate orbital bombardment.
The Void Shield array on this conveyer was clearly a modified version by Archmagos Belisarius Cawl, smaller in size but capable of projecting Void Shields with the strength of a fortress.
What kind of holy relic was so important that an Archmagos of the Adeptus Mechanicus, who had lived since the Great Crusade, would be so invested?
Even Saint Celestine had to personally escort it?
Moreover, Archmagos Belisarius Cawl had always been tight-lipped about his destination and the holy relic in the box, refusing to reveal any information.
"Use your psyker power to take a look," a voice suddenly emerged from Reyna's mind, like her own curiosity, or perhaps someone else's whisper.
The voice stirred Reyna's curiosity, tempting her to use her powers to see the true face of the holy relic.
"Isn't this not only to satisfy your curiosity, but also to better complete your mission?"
"If you knew the destination, the true face of the holy relic, and the Archmagos' purpose, wouldn't you be able to make better judgments?"
"And perhaps that Archmagos isn't loyal? Everyone in the Expeditionary Force has actually been deceived? The cargo inside the conveyer is actually some kind of blasphemous object…"
Reyna's eye twitched slightly.
Those whispers and murmurs constantly played with Reyna's mind.
But Reyna's expression grew increasingly strange.
The Triaros Armored Conveyer's armor was so thick; to see through its outer protection would require powerful psyker strength and control.
"But you are an alpha psyker, can't you do it? This should be easy for you…" The whispers and murmurs continued to echo in Reyna's ears.
I can't!
Reyna's eye twitched slightly.
Her use of powers was limited to injecting psyker into words to project her spirit, crudely enhancing her flesh, and releasing psyker lightning.
Through flesh enhancement, Reyna could indeed gain a certain degree of x-ray vision, but it was far from enough to see through the conveyer's thick armor.
The Warp whispers of temptation in her ears were utterly meaningless.
No matter how curious Reyna was, she couldn't use her powersto see.
At most, she could send the entire conveyer flying with a psyker cannon!
Advanced x-ray vision, psyker vision, or soul projection—these techniques were too advanced and complex; Reyna simply didn't know them.
The temptations and murmurs from the Warp briefly disappeared, seemingly not having anticipated this situation.
A moment later, Reyna felt the ghostly blue Warp energy entanglement around her dissipate.
But soon, other colored Warp energies filled the void.
"Do you want to have an exciting duel with this conveyer?" the red Warp energy roared.
Reyna: ".."
Another dirty green Warp energy quickly pushed away the red Warp energy.
"Perhaps the conveyer can also have its own life?" the dirty green Warp energy asked cheerfully.
Reyna's expression twitched slightly.
Yet another purple Warp energy occupied the space around Reyna.
"Don't you think this conveyer's exhaust pipe is very dry?" the purple Warp energy cackled, asking.
Reyna's expression was already twisted into a knot.
Inquisitor Greyfax, standing not far away, noticed this scene and walked silently to Reyna's side.
"Chaos is tempting you," Greyfax stated, not asking, but declaring her judgment.
Reyna did not hide it, but nodded with deep helplessness.
"They care a lot about the Archmagos' cargo."
Greyfax glanced at the so-called holy relic; she also didn't know what the Archmagos was transporting.
But Greyfax seemed to trust the Archmagos' loyalty; she merely told Reyna, "Resist their temptations."
After saying this, Greyfax's tone softened slightly: "I know this is difficult, and it puts a lot of mental pressure on you."
Reyna nodded somewhat helplessly.
"I think the conveyer's cannon barrel is also very dry; I really want to stuff it in," the purple Warp energy murmured beside Reyna's will.
Reyna clenched her fists.
These Warp-bred things, when they spoke, were half as annoying as Alexander.
However, if Alexander were really here, it would be great.
Thinking of Alexander, Reyna's heart stirred slightly.
She wondered how Alexander was doing now; logically, Alexander should have gone to Baal.
Baal was invaded by Tyranids; Alexander must be having a hard time, too, right?
"Ding, ding, ding, ding! Gourmet tablecloth!"
Steaming vapor rose from the gourmet tablecloth, and the hot soup in the copper pot boiled, emitting the aroma of mushrooms and chili, instantly dispelling the cold in the empty room.
Captain Finnie of the Crimson Angels, one of the thousand Astartes chosen by Sanguinius to accompany Alexander, gazed with surprise at the room before him.
Sanguinius had reorganized the thousand Astartes warriors who flowed with his blood, forming new companies and guards.
Twenty-two Astartes, including Finnie, were selected by Sanguinius to be Alexander's guards, serving Alexander as their lord, and named "Doraemon's Personal Selection," with their right shoulder pads painted metallic blue and equipped with secret tools provided by Alexander.
After using those secret tools a few times, Finnie was shocked; he really couldn't understand why those tools, which looked like toys, had such powerful effects.
Denkōmaru, which would never be defeated before running out of power; the Take-copter, which was only palm-sized but could carry an Astartes swiftly into the air; gloves that made their strength reach hundreds of tons…
Finnie thought he had adapted.
But he didn't expect Alexander to pull out a strange piece of paper with a house drawn on it.
Then, to Finnie's bewildered expression, Alexander pushed open the door of the house in the drawing and motioned for Finnie and the other Doraemon's Personal Selection to enter.
This thin piece of paper actually contained a spacious house!
It was bigger inside than outside!
Finnie was utterly bewildered and dazed; in comparison, Alexander conjuring food out of thin air was no longer so shocking.
Alexander noticed Finnie's astonished expression and chuckled softly.
[Tool Name: Wallpaper House]
[Origin: 22nd Century Earth — Future Department Store]
[Production Time: 261.M3]
[Function: The tool's appearance is a piece of paper with a door drawn on it. Stick it on a wall or floor, push open the drawn door, and you can enter an empty room.]
[Price: 820,000]
Looking at the price, Alexander's eye twitched slightly; it seemed that even in the 22nd century, humanity had not solved the real estate problem.
Alexander then shook the gourmet tablecloth again, conjuring several plates of sliced lamb and beef, and happily enjoyed hotpot with the Astartes in the room.
"After we finish eating, take a portion to Sanguinius," Alexander said, looking at Finnie.
Finnie nodded repeatedly, picking up a piece of duck blood from the hotpot and putting it into his bowl.
"But, my lord, aren't we in a hurry to rendezvous with Archmagos Belisarius Cawl?" Finnie asked somewhat puzzled.
"The actors aren't all here yet; the Aeldari don't know where they're hiding, and Abaddon hasn't come down from the Vengeful Spirit yet."
Alexander had thrown out the locator staff to search for Yvraine, but the staff just spun in place.
This indicated that Yvraine and her Death Guard were still hiding in the Webway.
The current situation was that the Expeditionary Force was on the first layer, Abaddon on the second, Yvraine on the third, and Alexander on the fourth.
Now Alexander held absolute initiative; he could attack the Black Legion whenever he wanted, and when the Aeldari appeared, he could choose between allying with them or ambushing them at any time.
He didn't want to break this situation and become the passive party.
So Alexander had been staying far from the Expeditionary Force, following it from a distance.
"My Lord."
Just then, the door of the wallpaper house was pushed open.
A Blood Angels Astartes, responsible for standing guard outside in shifts, poked his head in.
This Blood Angels was also one of Doraemon's Personal Selection assigned to Alexander by the Archangel, named Rafen, originally a warrior of the Blood Angels Sixth Company.
He had once exposed the conspiracy of the Nurgle Great Unclean One Malphaelax and the Chaos Inquisitor Remius Strel, killed the false reincarnation of Sanguinius, and brought back the Archangel's weapon, the Spear of Accomplishment.
Although still young, he was an extremely legendary warrior among the entire Blood Angels.
The reason Alexander was deeply impressed by him was that, in the original history, Rafen would later fall into Bloodthirst, and due to his gene-seed, he would establish a Psyker link with Meros of the Blood Angels from the Great Crusade era; two warriors from different eras would overcome Bloodthirst together.
And in this process, Rafen had tried to tell Meros about Sanguinius' final fate, but Sanguinius had shushed him.
"My Lord, the blizzard has lessened," Rafen said to Alexander.
Alexander was slightly stunned by the news; after stuffing the lamb in his bowl into his mouth, he quickly walked out of the wallpaper house.
Outside, the blizzard swirling in the distance was gradually diminishing, and the towering Knight mechs of the Expeditionary Force were faintly visible.
Smaller Armiger-class Knights guarded the fortress-like Questoris-class Knights, constantly tearing through the blizzard as they advanced, and a massive conveyer could vaguely be seen among them.
Just then, a dragon-like roar erupted, wings forged of steel and brass tore through the sky, and propulsion engines spouting incandescent light ripped through the clouds.
The infamous daemon Engines, Hell drakes, swooped towards the Expeditionary Force.
Alexander watched this scene impassively, slowly raising his finger.