Chapter 101: War Hammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg? Chapter 101 Listen, Quinn

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

The Empire's army always held pre-war prayers before important operations.

That evening, the temporary church behind the Forbidden Wall was packed with officers.

The army priest stood before the simple altar, holding high the Imperial Holy Scripture, reciting passages about sacrifice and loyalty.

Candlelight flickered, casting shifting shadows across everyone's faces.

Lin En stood in the first row, eyes closed, as if praying devoutly.

But the Tearing Worm in his sleeve trembled slightly, sending a wave of excitement.

Through the Green Skin Virus Connection, he learned that Inquisitor Sorin Vimlot, whom Likate had been tailing, was waiting outside the church.

She was still monitoring Lin En.

But Lin En's mouth corner curved into an arc.

"Truly dutiful~"

"Then watch closely, see what you can discover?"

The prayer ended, and officers left one after another.

Lin En called out to Quinn, who was about to leave.

"Knight Quinn, a word."

Quinn stopped and turned around.

He wore Holy Knight casual attire, white noble clothing with gold trim, the giant bear emblem on his chest polished to a shine.

His face wore the same expression, half-smile, his eyes carrying an arrogant condescension.

The two walked to a study behind the church, piled with all kinds of books.

"Governor Sir summoned me, what are your orders?" Quinn spoke first, his tone frivolous.

"If it's about tomorrow's operation, I've already received the briefing."

"Rest assured, I'll provide fire support from the rear if the front line needs it."

"No," Lin En said. "I need you to strictly follow command."

"Tomorrow's action, every step must be precise beyond measure; any mistake in any link, and the entire plan will fail."

Quinn laughed, "Haha, Governor Sir is joking."

Then he bowed, the movement somewhat exaggerated.

"I am now your subordinate; obeying orders is the most basic duty. You tell me to go east, I will absolutely not go west."

He looked down at the floor, thinking this new Governor should sensibly let him go.

But Lin En simply watched him, watching for a long time.

Until Quinn's smile began to stiffen, then Lin En laughed along.

But that smile held not a shred of warmth.

Quinn's emotional fluctuations were analyzed cleanly by Lena; what exactly was on his mind.

Lin En didn't know, but it certainly had nothing to do with what he had just said.

"Oh~?" He took a step forward, closing the distance between them, "Then I'll trouble you, Knight Quinn."

His voice was very soft, soft as a whisper:

"I think Brevis will remember your... contribution."

When he pronounced those two words "contribution," his tone was heavy.

Quinn's pupils suddenly contracted; every human qualified to pilot a Knight Mecha was an elite among elites.

He was no exception; raised as a Holy Knight from childhood, even without piloting a mecha, he could fight one against a hundred.

The moment Lin En revealed hostility, he felt it.

But something strange came faster than Lin En's hostility.

Like cold tentacles crawling up his spine, wrapping around his brain, choking his throat.

He wanted to retreat, wanted to draw his gun, wanted to shout.

His body wouldn't obey, or rather, couldn't move at all.

He completely lost control of his body, unable even to move his eyeballs.

Only his consciousness kept screaming warnings, warning him to flee, flee from this human before him.

But Lin En had already walked to his side, his hand lightly resting on Quinn's left shoulder.

Very light, like a leader patting a valued subordinate on the shoulder in encouragement.

But Quinn saw a flash of strange purple light in Lin En's eyes, saw translucent tentacles appearing in the air.

Those tentacles were as fine as hair, dancing in the air, extending from Lin En's cuff slowly toward his left eye.

Quinn wanted to speak, but his lips were as if sealed.

He cast Lin En a pleading gaze, his inner heart constantly begging for mercy.

But Lin En shook his head, "I've already given you many chances."

His voice was calm as if discussing the weather, "At the banquet, at the war council, and just now."

"Every time, I hoped you would understand what time it is now, what should be done."

"But you didn't." Lin En sighed, as if that sigh carried a hint of regret.

"You've always carried that Knight Family arrogance of yours."

His hand gripped Quinn's shoulder slightly harder, but soon relaxed.

"In your next life," Lin En said, his voice so low it was almost inaudible, "don't be so arrogant."

As the words fell, those transparent tentacles drilled in along the corner of his eye, and he could clearly feel the tentacles writhing inside his brain.

Intense pain struck instantly—not just physical pain, but the pain of nerves being torn and consciousness being rebuilt.

Quinn's consciousness was screaming for help, but his body only trembled slightly.

He felt his memories surging, like an umbrella overturned by a storm.

Childhood training, a knight's investiture, the tension of his first battle with a machine spirit.

The excitement of successfully piloting a mecha, contempt for the Governor, and jealousy toward Lei Ou......

All his emotions were stripped away, like scraping paint off an oil painting with a knife, revealing the pale canvas beneath.

Then violent repainting, shaping a new consciousness and personality.

The pain came fast and went fast.

It probably lasted only three seconds.

But for Quinn, well, he lost consciousness right after the first second.

When he regained consciousness, he found himself standing at the church doorway.

The setting sun shone through the door crack, casting a long shadow on the ground.

The officers had already left; only a few servitors were clearing the snow on the ground.

He blinked, his head empty, as if he had just woken up.

But he remembered tomorrow's battle plan, remembered his mission—piloting a Knight Mecha, providing fire support at the Inner Wall, obeying all the Governor's orders.

Very reasonable; he was a soldier, and obeying orders was his duty.

It was just that he always felt he had forgotten something.

He shook his head, turned, and left the church.

His steps were steady, his expression calm, not much different from when he had come.

Sorin outside the church was dumbfounded.

She had stood outside the door for a full hour, from the beginning to the end of the prayer.

She had not chosen to enter the church while it was praying—that would be too easy to expose herself.

During the process she noticed some abnormal Psyker Fluctuations; she had originally thought she had discovered explosive clues about Lin En.

So she focused her Jing Neng, carefully observing whether anyone was missing or if any officer was acting strangely.

But she discovered nothing; even that Knight Family member who came out last seemed perfectly normal.

"Could it be that the Emperor manifested divinity again just now?"