Plunder the Heavens from Warhammer

Chapter 278 Nightmare
After a moment of hesitation and shock, Alvin quickly woke up.

He clenched the Spear of Song, and the surging spiritual energy covered the tip of the spear again. His eyes flashed with a cold blood color: "I almost forgot that your best trick is the so-called illusion."

However, 'Alvin', who was lying on the ground, staggered to the edge of the garden fountain and slowly stood up.

The horrific wound on his chest where the 'spear' had pierced it was still oozing blood, which gathered into gurgling streams at his feet, like an invisible field of erosion, slowly spreading and spreading to the entire garden.

"It should be you who should be the one to die, Alvin!"

'Alvin' covered the wound on his chest with one hand, dragged his seriously injured body, and limped over like a zombie.

Every step was taken on the sticky blood plasma, leaving bloody, glaring footprints.

His eyes were filled with hatred, loathing, and disgust. He growled in a hoarse voice as if questioning, "Why can a selfish coward like you survive until now?!"

"Shut up!"

Alvin gripped the spear tightly, his pupils filled with blood.

Driven by a powerful force, the spear tip infused with spiritual energy was fiercely stabbed into Alvin's mouth!

The throat that was stirring to make the sound was pierced directly by the tip of the spear.

The sticky, filthy blood suddenly gushed out of his mouth, and Alvin showed surprise instead.

"You don't know me at all." Alvin's eyes were calm. He had just lost his concentration for a moment, but now he had regained his composure. "Do you think that you can destroy my will by pretending to be me?"

With his throat pierced, Alvin couldn't make any sound.

"You underestimate me a little bit, don't you?"

Alvin lifted him into the air and looked at the identical face with a hint of mockery in his expression.

There was one thing he had to admit, that was that he was shocked and hesitant for a few seconds when he first saw his own face.

But he soon came to his senses. This was not himself at all, but an 'illusion' created by psychic power!
The four gods should not be Tzeentch's favorite tricks.

It is to take advantage of the weaknesses of human hearts, thereby gradually breaking down and disintegrating the inner defenses, and then dragging them into chaos.

But obviously, this trick didn't work very well for him.

Alvin may not be as tough as many Inquisitors, but he also has an unparalleled advantage, that is his understanding of the Warhammer universe!
Because of this, he was able to wake up from the illusion created by Tzeentch in just a few seconds!
"Tell your master not to perform such shameful tricks in front of me any longer."

Alvin sneered, and immediately put all his strength into releasing all the huge amount of spiritual energy he had stored up.

boom!
The terrifying flames immediately ignited 'Alvin'.

"Do you like it? This is a special execution method prepared for you." Alvin watched coldly as he was lifted into the air. "Just like the witches who were burned to death in the Middle Ages, I will let you repent for your actions in the flames of psychic energy!"

In the burning psychic flames, Alvin, who was lifted into the air by the spear, seemed to feel no pain at all.

The corners of his mouth raised in an exaggerated arc, almost reaching the base of his ears. It looked very strange and creepy!

Then, 'he' was completely devoured by the flames and burned to ashes.

"Bluster." Looking at the wreckage that had been burned to ashes, Alvin put down the 'Spear of Song' indifferently.

However, at this moment.

In the wreckage that had been burned to ashes, the breeze blew past, outlining a picture.

Although he was mentally prepared, the moment he saw the portrait, Alvin still couldn't control the anger that was about to burn in his heart!

The portrait shows Elsa.

For some reason, her plump body became dry and thin, like a light and dry skeleton.

The smooth hair had fallen out completely, and the whole person looked like a wind-dried corpse, without any breath of life. But the pair of bright eyes, filled with indescribable complex emotions, just stared at him quietly.

She opened her lips, wanting to say something, but no sound came out.

"I'm going to your mother!"

Alvin was furious, his eyes were bloodshot, revealing a chilling murderous intent.

As ferocious and merciless as a wild beast, with rage like substance stimulating every nerve in his body. He tightly grasped the Spear of Song in his right hand, with his knuckles bulging and veins exposed. With the trend of angry energy, he stabbed the portrait of the ashes with the spear!
Boom! ! !

The ashes of the wreckage were easily shattered by a spear!
However, even though the portrait disappeared, the throbbing and creepy feeling lingering in my heart never dissipated.

Alvin stood there, constantly telling himself that it was just an illusion!
It is a fantasy created by Tzeentch in order to break down his inner defenses. It is not true and it is impossible for it to happen!

But...what if?
Suddenly, Alvin's body shook and he suddenly felt a splitting headache.

Here it comes again. Ever since he stepped into the Alert Star, he has often had headaches.

But this time, it was different from the past. It was like a red-hot steel needle piercing deep into the cerebral cortex, accompanied by violent stirring!
Negative emotions such as pain, despair, hatred and resentment were like a huge whirlpool, dark and deep, dragging him in. The abyss inside the whirlpool plunged him into complete chaos!
At this critical moment, Alvin relied on his strong willpower to break free from the shackles of fantasy!
Horrifying blue veins bulged on his face, and the projection of his soul in the subspace actually burst into brilliant light, like a burning sun, releasing an unparalleled huge impact!
boom--! ! !
Along with the violent explosion, the fantasy that had been entangled in Alvin's eyes finally disappeared completely.

But, just before the fantasy disappeared, he seemed to hear a sneer.

Before Alvin had time to think about it, he felt extremely tired, dazed, and unable to concentrate.

At this moment, a loud noise from the side suddenly pulled him back to reality.

Alvin barely gathered his attention, raised his head and looked towards the source of the sound, only to discover that it was the Eldar war wizard whom he had not seen for a long time.

"What happened?" Hilda's red hair was flying, her face was full of vigilance, and the blade was wrapped in surging spiritual energy, as if it would explode in the next second: "I sense your spiritual energy, is there an enemy invading?"

"Yes, the enemy."

Just as Alvin was about to tell what had just happened, his pupils suddenly shrank.

He glanced around and found that he was still sitting on the chair in the study. From the beginning to the end, there was no enemy at all.

The entire study room still looked the same as before, without any signs of a fierce battle!

It was as if everything that just happened was a 'nightmare'!
(End of this chapter)