Chapter 112: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Most of the time, Lena's consciousness was attached to the Miniature Shredder Worm, occasionally handling macro-level commands for the Bug Swarm's development on Dead World-B.

The number of Bug Swarm there was steadily growing, but was limited by biomass and gene sequences.

Mostly Knife Worms and Gun Worms, low-level units; hatching high-level units was still relatively difficult.

The rest of the time, she would use Spirit Vision to "scan" everything around:

That damn Inquisitor was still lurking at some distant point, radiating vigilance and hostility.

If Lin En hadn't stopped her from eating that guy, he'd already be in her belly.

The simple-minded Dou Dou was hugging a children's primer, sitting in the corner, anxiously counting on his fingers.

Calculating addition and subtraction within ten, occasionally scratching his head when he got it wrong.

The soldiers repeated their daily routine of patrol, training, and rest.

Wiping weapons, quietly talking about their hometowns, or writing letters, though they probably couldn't be sent.

And Gus, whom Lin En had replaced, always stared blankly at the training soldiers, stroking a somewhat tarnished honorary medal.

The two main commanders, Lei Ou and Hammond, were examining blueprints of defensive fortifications, brows furrowed, occasionally discussing tactics with staff officers.

But what she liked most was still focusing most of her attention on Lin En.

Feeling his mental fluctuations when thinking, his concentration when handling official business, and the occasional gesture of rubbing his brow when tired.

Even the helplessness and determination he occasionally showed toward this dark world.

After a while, Lena began to feel a new emotion: boredom.

And a slight rejection of the cramped office environment.

She longed for a broader space, freer "activity," especially with Lin En.

One late night, Lin En was reviewing yet another lengthy supply application, the pen tip sliding quickly across the data slate.

The Miniature Shredder Worm beside him gently rubbed against his skin, and Lena's clear, cold voice rang out, carrying a barely perceptible hint of anticipation and probing.

"Lin En, can you accompany me out for a walk? It's so stuffy here."

Lin En stopped his pen and rubbed his sore eyes.

Work piled up like mountains, waiting for him, fatigue like a tide constantly washing over his nerves.

But he had no hesitation, looking at his sleeve, his gaze gentle:

"Of course, where do you want to go?"

"Anywhere, as long as I can leave here and see the outside." Lena's tone carried a hint of excitement.

Lin En immediately began planning.

Going out directly was too conspicuous; Sorin would definitely follow.

He needed a reasonable excuse, and also had to shake off that Inquisitor's surveillance.

Half an hour later, a "Frontline Outpost Inspection Order" was issued.

Lin En rode in an ordinary Yak Armored Transport Vehicle, bringing only one Genestealer officer as the driver.

Under the pretext of "checking outer outpost defenses and comforting stationed soldiers," he drove away from the Command Center.

As he expected, Sorin's figure indeed appeared in the rearview mirror during the early stage of the blizzard, following from a distance.

But because of the powerful psychic energy Lin En displayed, Sorin worried that getting too close would lead to discovery.

And unable to confirm Lin En's specific destination, he finally had to give up tracking and retreat to near the Command Post.

After shaking off the tail, Lin En had the Genestealer officer wait at the Ice Valley entrance, while he himself brought Lena out of the vehicle and stepped into the vast wind and snow.

The Icefield's cold wind carried snow particles, striking his face with stinging pain.

Lin En activated the Bionic Armor's warming function, took the Miniature Shredder Worm from his collar, placed it in his palm, and exhaled a breath of warm air.

"Cold, Lena?"

"Not cold, I like the wind." Lena's voice carried a hint of excitement.

The Miniature Shredder Worm crawled gently in his palm, antennae extended, feeling the flow of wind and snow.

The two strolled through the wind and snow, without destination, just walking casually.

Lin En occasionally introduced her to the Icefield plants by the roadside, hidden Ice Caves, while Lena listened quietly, occasionally asking questions.

At this moment, there was no war, no conspiracy, no endless work.

Only the two of them, on the vast Icefield, enjoying rare alone time.

And at another place on the Icefield, Snow Claw Yu and Ice Fang Kuai led their respective retinues, following the coordinates Lin En gave, trekking through the wind and snow for a full week.

When the destination appeared before their eyes, everyone was so shocked they could not speak.

It was a towering Double Peak Ice Mountain, two nearly vertical ice peaks like two sharp swords, piercing Brevis's gray sky.

And in the narrow crevice between the two peaks, a brilliant, pure, nearly holy platinum radiance fell vertically.

Like a light pillar descended from heaven, casting a circular halo area at the snow-covered mountain foot.

This halo formed a strong contrast with the surrounding dim, cold Icefield.

The relatively warm radiance dispelled some cold qi, even causing the surrounding snow to melt slightly, revealing the frozen soil below.

Such a sight was extremely rare on the Brevis Icefield, like a miracle.

It made all the arriving Savage Warriors involuntarily feel awe, bowing their heads one after another, not daring to look directly at that radiance.

"Is this the place guided by the Ice Lord?" Snow Claw Yu whispered softly, her voice filled with awe.

Just then, the platinum light between the twin peaks seemed to fluctuate.

Immediately afterward, a huge figure slowly emerged from the light—a giant blue-green dragon!

It was larger and more majestic than the spiritual illusion Lin En had previously displayed.

The dragon scales reflected a cold, ice-like true luster, each scale like a finely polished ice crystal.

Its huge wings slowly flapped, bringing bursts of ice wind and oppression, causing the surrounding wind and snow to give way.

Its slender neck curved, its dragon head lowered, and that pair of cold dragon pupils looked down upon the mortals at the foot of the mountain.

Her gaze held neither joy nor sorrow, only a cold indifference born of ancient and powerful might that made souls tremble.

This was the "miracle" Lin En had specifically ordered her to display, with the aim of completely shocking these Ice Clan tribes.

To make their faith in the Ice Lord and the legend of the Frost Dragon even more steadfast.

Under this terrifying pressure, even the formidable Snow Claw Yu and Ice Fang Kuai found breathing difficult, their chests as if pressed by a boulder, their legs trembling uncontrollably.

The Ice Spine Terrestrial Beasts beneath them had already prostrated themselves on the ground, letting out mournful cries, not daring to move.

The warriors behind them were even worse off, kneeling one after another in the snow, their foreheads pressed against the accumulated snow, without the courage to raise their heads.

This oppression born of mythic authority and absolute power made these children of the Ice Plains deeply realize their own insignificance.

The giant dragon did not stay long, its huge figure gradually dissipating in the platinum light, as if it had never appeared.

At the foot of the mountain, within a blurred halo, eleven figures emerged from the depths, gradually becoming clear.

They uniformly wore thin blue-green gowns with golden patterns, as if completely ignoring the extreme cold of the Ice Plains.

Their skin was an even pale purple, their faces calm to the point of stiffness, without any extra expression.

The most striking feature was that they were all bald, and their head contours were slightly more slender than ordinary humans.

Their steps were uniform and soundless, like copied-and-pasted dolls, their gazes empty yet able to perceive everything.

The leading blue-robed person stopped, their gaze falling on Snow Claw Yu and Ice Fang Kuai at the very front.

His voice was flat, without any inflection, as if sounding directly in the soul:

"Mortal, why have you come?"