"My Lord!!!!"
Greyfax emerged from Alexander's four-dimensional pocket.
Her eyes were bloodshot, tears streamed down her face, and she looked so agitated she seemed on the verge of fainting.
Greyfax cried out, immediately knelt on the ground, and pressed her forehead to the floor in front of Alexander.
Everyone present looked at Greyfax in astonishment.
Greyfax had only been in Alexander's four-dimensional pocket for a few minutes; how could she come out like this?
"My Lord!! Punish me!"
"By what ignorance were my eyes blinded, that I failed to see the greatness upon you!"
"I even doubted his loyalty! What a grave mistake I have made!"
"Emperor above, my soul should be destroyed and suffer!"
"My Lord! What hope you have brought us!"
"And how merciful you are, to let me witness that holiness with my own eyes and listen to its teachings!"
Greyfax was a mess of snot and tears, her whole body trembling uncontrollably from the intertwining emotions of excitement, guilt, self-reproach, and joy.
It made one wonder what she had seen inside Alexander's four-dimensional pocket.
Reyna's expression was the most difficult to maintain as she watched Greyfax.
She simply couldn't imagine this Inquisitor, who had just been so stubborn and extreme, turning into such a state.
She was practically a fanatical believer, having abandoned all reason.
"You are, without a doubt, a true Saint!"
Greyfax said with fanaticism on her face:
"You don't need Celestine to acknowledge it; you are a Saint, the greatest Saint!"
Alexander looked at the tears, snot, and sweat born of excitement on Greyfax's face and couldn't help but take a step back with a hint of disgust.
"I am no Saint!" Alexander said seriously.
"No! You are!" Greyfax, like a mad devotee, reached out, as if wanting to touch the hem of Alexander's clothes—
The sound of machinery whirring.
Before Alexander could dodge Greyfax's hand, Archmagos Belisarius Cawl suddenly rushed out.
The Archmagos' speed and strength were so great that even Captain Karlaen was shocked by it.
Belisarius Cawl's mechanical arm abruptly seized Greyfax's shoulder, pinning her firmly against the wall.
"He said, he is not a Saint," Belisarius Cawl's mechanical voice warned flatly.
"No!!"
Greyfax roared, shouted, and struggled, reaching her tear-streaked hand towards Alexander's direction.
"My Lord! Punish me! Punish me for my foolishness!"
"I have been enlightened, I have recognized my mistakes! Let my spirit and flesh suffer!"
Alexander's expression twisted, and he couldn't help but retreat a few more steps.
It was too creepy.
"He said, he is not!" Belisarius Cawl slightly raised his tone.
"No! You don't know what I saw!"
Greyfax shouted loudly:
"If you had seen it, you would also—"
A mechanical arm from behind Belisarius Cawl suddenly extended, injecting a sedative from a syringe into Greyfax's body.
"I don't know what you saw, just as you cannot understand what I saw!"
"You don't know what hope he saved! You don't know!"
Greyfax shrieked.
"You promised to serve him as your Lord, to follow his commands."
Belisarius Cawl spoke again in his mechanical voice:
"He said he is neither a god nor a Saint."
"But..." Greyfax calmed down somewhat under the influence of the drug, and her mind became clearer.
"He said he is not," Belisarius Cawl said slowly, "This is his command."
".."
Greyfax first froze, then fell silent, and then she suddenly noticed that Archmagos Belisarius Cawl had consistently used the divine third-person pronoun 'He' (He).
Many thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant, and then she had a sudden realization, casting an admiring gaze at Archmagos Belisarius Cawl.
The Archmagos is indeed an Archmagos, the Archmagos has virtue!
"Right, right, right, he is not."
"Of course he is neither a god nor a Saint."
Greyfax nodded repeatedly.
Archmagos Belisarius Cawl observed Greyfax's reaction for a moment, then gently released his mechanical arm.
Greyfax bowed slightly to Alexander in apology: "My Lord, you know... I can't help but get a little excited when I see him..."
"You are certainly not a Saint; you are a loyal, reliable, and trustworthy... uh... human!"
Greyfax seemed to expend a great deal of effort to utter that sentence.
Seeing Greyfax become somewhat normal, Alexander couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
That was close, almost gained a fanatic.
Thanks to Archmagos Belisarius Cawl.
These tech-priests, after all, are more rational than ordinary Imperial humans.
Especially an Archmagos like Belisarius Cawl, with ten millennia of accumulated knowledge.
Virtuous, Archmagos!
Alexander involuntarily reached out and patted Archmagos Belisarius Cawl's metal body, draped in a red robe.
"Archmagos, from now on, you are my brother from another mother and father."
"You are worthy of the Doraemon surname!"
As Alexander's words fell, Archmagos Belisarius Cawl's body visibly trembled.
Then, his mechanical prosthetics emitted a series of sharp, grating sounds, his entire body's machinery alternately loosened and tightened, and sweat constantly emerged from the remaining half of his face.
This made Alexander blink in confusion.
Could it be that he broke the Archmagos with one slap? Surely not...
Just then, Greyfax stepped forward slightly, patting the Archmagos' back in a comforting manner.
"Archmagos, he has his reasons for saying that."
"If he says it is, it is; if he says it isn't, it isn't."
Belisarius Cawl nodded stiffly, then turned his head to look at Alexander, lowering his head and saying, "You overstate it."
"From now on, I am Belisarius Doraemon Cawl."
The air was dead silent.
Celestine's expression was twitching, while Reyna was on the verge of bewilderment and stifled laughter.
"..I was just joking." Alexander's mouth twitched slightly: "Don't take it seriously."
Cawl instantly breathed a sigh of relief, and all his machinery returned to normal.
Alexander felt a little strange; why did the Archmagos seem a bit nervous when facing him?
Yes, he had indeed gained some abilities in the Warp Malicious Art, the ability to communicate with the machine spirit and imbue machinery with power.
But even an ordinary Tech-Priest could do that, right?
Alexander felt that his abilities were, at most, like a relatively strong Adeptus Mechanicus Sage?
Belisarius Cawl should be able to distinguish between a relatively powerful Adeptus Mechanicus Sage and the Omnissiah, right?
Just as Alexander was about to speak, a voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
"An Aeldari has infiltrated," Sanguinius said to Alexander.
An Aeldari infiltrated?
These Aeldari really wouldn't sit still.
Alexander paused for a moment, then unhesitatingly pulled out a Sherlock Holmes set from his four-dimensional pocket.
He put on the deerstalker hat and took out a magnifying glass to look.
A figure slowly reflected in the lens.
It was an Aeldari wearing a hood, her face covered by a mirrored mask, silently moving through the fortress.
This Aeldari clearly knew the internal structure of the fortress; she leaped and moved gracefully, as if dancing.
Each time, she passed by the patrolling Cadian 184th Regiment soldiers and Blood Angels in an extremely precise manner, completely silently.
Alexander quickly identified the Aeldari's identity.
"Sylandri Shadowseer, the Aeldari Harlequin of the Veiled Path," Alexander whispered.
"Shadowseer?"
Belisarius Cawl turned his head slightly, seemingly puzzled as to why Alexander suddenly mentioned that name.
"You know information about that Aeldari Harlequin?" Greyfax noticed the familiarity in Belisarius Cawl's voice when he mentioned the name.
Before this, the one responsible for mediating between the Aeldari and the Expeditionary Force was that Sylandri Shadowseer.
"It was her prophecy that guided me to Cadia."
Belisarius Cawl did not hide it, stating directly:
"She often appears in the void; even I find it difficult to detect her, and there have been times when I suspected she was a hallucination of mine."
"Because her appearances are always formless and traceless."
Greyfax's Inquisitor instincts once again took over her mind, causing her to look at Cawl with a hint of suspicion.
Belisarius Cawl lowered his head, looking at Alexander, who was fiddling with a small magnifying glass and a cane.
"I originally thought this would be the will of the Omnissiah... In fact, I still believe so. Cooperating with xenos is indeed difficult to accept, but if it is to carry out the will of the Omnissiah, this compromise is acceptable."
Alexander raised his eyes slightly in confusion, not knowing why Cawl looked at him when he said that.
"She has infiltrated and is hiding in the fortress."
"Damn xeno, sneaking around!"
A flash of anger crossed Greyfax's eyes. She looked at Alexander, saying with a hint of respect:
"Sir, I will bring that blasphemous xeno back for you."
Listening to Greyfax's respectful words, Alexander's mouth twitched slightly.
"I still prefer your previous rebellious appearance."
He couldn't help but say, as he pulled out the anywhere door from his four-dimensional pocket.
Alexander placed his hand on the anywhere door, while simultaneously observing Sylandri Shadowseer's movements through the magnifying glass in his other hand.
In the magnifying glass, Sylandri Shadowseer silently darted past the blind spots of two patrolling One Hundred and Eighty-Fourth Regiment soldiers, incidentally stealing the lho cigarettes from their pockets.
Then, Sylandri Shadowseer leaped from a high place, trying to evade the sight of the Blood Angels standing guard not far away.
Alexander seized the moment Sylandri Shadowseer was in mid-air and flung open the anywhere door.
In the magnifying glass, an open wooden door suddenly appeared in front of Sylandri Shadowseer.