Chapter 119: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Tyranids

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

On the data slate, a pink radiance lit up, and Sorin looked at the screen with a puzzled expression.

This expression was very different from what Lin En had expected; he immediately turned the screen around and found it was a looping heart animation.

"Damn it, why is this!" Lin En cursed inwardly.

After coughing awkwardly a few times, Lin En then played the main video.

At the beginning of the footage was the battlefield of the Forbidden Wall, where several Beastman scavenger kids were hammering away at a pile of scrap iron.

No one noticed a silver figure flashing through the shadows.

The next second, a green psychic light blade cut through the gloom; the scavenger kid didn't even let out a shriek before falling into the snow.

Immediately after, human soldiers in the distance fell silently, and black flames ignited without warning.

Every frame was Sorin's personally completed "perfect silencing."

Her movements were neat and ruthless: silver Eldar light armor, the reaper scythe in her hand, black flames.

The video finally froze on a frame of her about to turn and leave.

On her chest armor was a red-and-silver rose badge, the mark of the Tribunal's Orthodox Faction.

It was the soul faith engraved in her bone and blood, which clashed sharply with the xenos equipment just now.

Sorin's pupils contracted violently, her lips parted slightly, but she couldn't utter a word.

What an Inquisitor prided herself on most was always standing on the high ground looking down on heretics.

But now, her own evidence of guilt was laid before her eyes, nailing her to the pillar of shame.

Lin En gently took back the data slate, his tone flat: "Finished watching?"

Sorin did not answer, gazing blankly ahead.

Lin En leaned in close, his purple eyes meeting hers.

"Inquisitor Miss, your tutor Able Warro doesn't know you're using such heretical methods yet, does he?"

Sorin's heartbeat skipped a beat, her breathing becoming rapid.

Able Warro—this name was her obsession.

He was the Grand Inquisitor of the Tribunal, his whole life spent fighting against xenos and Chaos, deeply detesting anything tainted with heretical breath.

And she was his most prized disciple, the "purest seedling" in his mouth.

Lin En watched her face turn pale in an instant and said with some malicious amusement:

"He's so orthodox—if he found out his most prized disciple was wearing xenos armor, wielding xenos weapons, using psychic black flames to burn the Empire's citizens..."

He paused deliberately, letting those terrible images take root and sprout in Sorin's mind:

"Tsk tsk tsk, he'd be very troubled, wouldn't he?"

"No, no..." Sorin finally made a sound.

Her tutor's image appeared in her mind, those steady gray eyes.

Pure.

He said she was the purest Inquisitor seedling.

If he learned the truth, what would those two words become? Shame? Deception? Betrayal?

This thought made Sorin's whole body turn cold.

Lin En continued: "Maybe he'd turn against you and become your enemy."

The moment his voice fell, Lin En and Lena on his shoulder laughed "kekeke" together.

Lin En released his control over her and began to appreciate his masterpiece together with Lena.

Sorin's psychological defensive line completely collapsed.

Tears burst through; hot teardrops kept sliding down her cheeks.

She could no longer maintain the Inquisitor's pride; her shoulders trembled violently, and she let out helpless sobs.

The heretic Inquisitor who held the power of life and death was gone; only a girl whose most painful scar had been poked remained.

In the cold vehicle compartment, she vented the fear she had suppressed for many years.

She slid down the compartment wall, kneeling on the cold metal floor, her voice hoarse beyond recognition:

"Please, please don't say it, please don't tell him..."

Lin En and Lena on his shoulder tilted their heads in unison.

He didn't respond immediately, letting Sorin kneel on the ground crying for over ten seconds, letting despair and fear ferment in her heart.

Then he leaned forward, reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to raise her head.

In her proud garnet eyes remained only thick, un-meltable pleading.

"If you don't want your tutor to know about this~" Lin En's gaze was ice cold.

"Then you'll obey my every command, understand?"

Hearing the four words "obey my every command," the pleading in Sorin's eyes was instantly replaced by anger; she gritted her teeth:

"In your dreams, you vile heretic—just wait, the God Emperor will punish you!"

She thought Lin En would get angry and use even more cruel methods to force her.

But Lin En didn't; he just sighed softly and let go of her hand.

Afterwards, he raised his hand and delivered a heavy slap to Sorin's face.

With a "slap," the sound rang out in the cramped vehicle compartment.

Sorin was struck sideways, her cheek instantly red and swollen, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.

Sorin froze, not because of the pain, but because of Lin En's gaze.

That gaze held no mockery, no smugness, only the anger of one who had been insulted.

"Heretic?" Lin En's voice was cold and indifferent, the teasing from before gone.

"Go ask the nobles, soldiers, and commoners of Brevis, and even the wildmen of the Ice Plains outside the city—who is the true heretic?"

Lin En turned back, his purple eyes blazing dazzlingly.

He took a big stride to stand in front of Sorin, grabbed her neck with one hand, lifted her off the floor, and pressed her against the cold compartment wall.

Sorin's breathing became difficult, her face flushed red, yet she stared fixedly at Lin En.

"See if they think I—the governor who accepted the Emperor's baptism, fed them, led them to defeat the Green Skins, and guarded Brevis—am the heretic."

Lin En's other hand fiercely tore open her chest armor, revealing the black stone charm hidden inside, its surface flowing with dark purple luster.

"Or is it you, this 'spy' full of xenos technology who only hides in the dark and skulks about, who is the heretic!"

He casually threw Sorin back down onto the floor.

Lin En drew the holy relic explosive bullet pistol he carried at his waist.

The gun bore carvings of the Emperor's wings, with a slip of paper pasted on the grip reading "Pure Seal."

He reached out, tore off the seal, and slammed it hard onto the black stone charm on Sorin's chest.

The moment they touched, golden flames ignited, and the prayers on the seal emitted a dazzling radiance.

Golden flames covered the black stone charm, emitting a piercing "hissing" sound.

Sorin widened her eyes, watching that ball of golden flame burn on her chest, feeling somewhat at a loss.

Just then, a familiar pale purple system interface suddenly popped up at the edge of Lin En's vision:

【QTE: Choice at a Critical Moment】

Your actions have completely shattered the target's psychological defensive line.

A bond path can now be established. Please choose:

【Option A: Shine my boots! (Bosom Friend Path)】

【Option B: Obediently listen, or I'll tell your tutor (NTR Path)】

Lin En's gaze lingered on the options for a second, and an evil smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

He chose......

【Option A】!

Lin En raised his military boot and extended it in front of Sorin:

"Shine my boots. (Fa Guo slang)"