Chapter 120: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

As the voice fell, the system interface at the edge of his vision disappeared.

But Lin En could feel an invisible connection quietly growing in the depths of his and Sorin's consciousness.

Lin En squatted down, meeting Sorin's gaze as she curled up on the floor.

The golden flame on his chest had gone out; Sorin's cheeks were red and swollen, bloodstains hung at the corner of her mouth, yet she stubbornly lifted her chin.

His voice returned to calm: "The world is not black and white, Sorin Vimlot."

Sorin raised her red, swollen eyes and looked at him blankly.

"The Tribunal's rules are not the standard for everything; the God Emperor's will is to protect humanity, not to be bound by cold dogma."

Lin En's gaze fell on the rose badge on her chest,

"You don't have to be my enemy."

"Stay by my side, witness it, look forward to it!"

"Brevis shall be great again!!!"

A long silence fell within the vehicle compartment.

Only the wind outside the window occasionally whistled through the armor's seams, making soft whimpers.

Sorin looked into Lin En's eyes; those purple eyes held no deception, only a firm conviction.

It was an obsession with wanting to protect something, so similar to her original intention as an Inquisitor wanting to protect humanity.

She thought of the refugees of Brevis, of the soldiers on the front line, who, under Lin En's leadership, had food to eat and hope.

And she, who should have protected them, had, because of cold dogma, treated a true protector of them as a heretic.

After a long while, Sorin moved her lips and, as if possessed, replied: "Alright."

From then on, under Lin En's banner, another "Likate" was added.

Time rewound several days, just as Lin En and Sorin confronted each other.

Deep in the Ice Plains, at the Snow Claw Clan's settlement, a miracle worthy of being recorded in the Ice Plains' annals was arriving.

At that time, the wind and snow of the Ice Plains had just ceased, and pale gray clouds hung low.

The Snow Claw Clan members were busy clearing snow from the camp; no one noticed something rapidly approaching at the end of the sky.

The first to break the silence was a piercing sonic boom.

It was not the howl of a blizzard, but the tearing sound of airflow being cut by huge wing membranes, coming from far to near, growing louder and louder.

The first to look up at the sky was a savage warrior guarding the edge of the camp.

The spear in his hand fell onto the snow, and his eyes widened.

More and more clan members who heard the noise stopped what they were doing and craned their necks to look up at the sky.

Ten giant blue-green shadows plunged down from deep within the cloud layer.

Their wingspans exceeded ten meters, their bodies covered in layers of scales, emitting a cold luster under the dim daylight.

On their slender necks, a pair of vertical-pupil dragon eyes were cold and merciless, overlooking the camp below.

The pressure belonging to top-tier predators swept over, leaving the entire Snow Claw Clan silent.

These were the Flying Warrior King Bugs that Lena No. 2 had painstakingly cultivated using a large amount of biomass.

They were also the offspring and kin of the "Frost Dragon" Lena.

Between the claws of every Flying Warrior King Bug, a huge piece of blue ice was tightly gripped.

The ice was over ten meters in diameter, with pale blue frost marks flowing on its surface, and something vaguely writhing within the ice.

The ten Flying Warrior King Bugs circled above the camp three times, each circle bringing a violent gale.

Their dragon pupils swept over the clan members below, with only the coldness of looking at food.

Then, they simultaneously released their talons.

Ten huge pieces of blue ice smashed down onto the open space in front of the Ice Altar Cave.

"Boom, boom~" Ten consecutive loud bangs, ice shards flew tens of meters high, the ground shook violently, just like an earthquake.

After the ice landed, the ten Flying Warrior King Bugs flapped their wings and flew high, soon disappearing into the deep clouds.

Only the Breviss Savages remained, battered by the violent cold wind and shocked into speechlessness.

The camp remained quiet for a full ten seconds.

The same scene occurred at the Ice Fang Clan's gathering place, also with ten pieces of ice.

The first to kneel was the Great Chieftain of the Snow Claw Clan, Snow Claw Yu.

She knelt on both knees, her forehead heavily pressed against the cold frozen soil, reciting the most ancient prayer on the Ice Plains.

On the other side, the Great Chieftain of the Ice Fang Clan, Ice Fang Kuai, also knelt down first.

Then came all the Breviss Savages.

Tens of thousands of savages knelt in the snow, their foreheads pressed against the frozen soil, no one daring to raise their heads.

They firmly believed this was the descent of the Frost Dragon, the messengers sent by the Ice Lord.

And within the Snow Claw Clan, those few cavalrymen who had previously participated in the attack on Lin En.

Having witnessed "Dragon Might," their already abnormal mental states completely collapsed.

They knelt on the ground, clutching their heads tightly with both hands, their bodies trembling violently, their gazes unfocused.

A moment later, Snow Claw Yu and Ice Fang Kuai rose and personally led the tribe's most elite warriors.

Carefully, they moved ten blocks of blue ice deep into the Ice Altar Cave.

The blue-robed Divine Envoys stood guard at the cave entrance, expressionless:

"The Frost Dragon's Holy Relic; mortals may not approach. Violators die."

No one dared defy them.

Deep in the Ice Altar Cave, the Biomass Conversion Network constructed by Lena No. 2 activated, and each block melted into a broodmother insect.

The mountains of Chaos Sacrifices, the corpses of Ice Plains beasts, and the remains of Green Skins were all completely decomposed under the broodmother's devouring.

They became the purest biomass and gene fragments, recombined and fused within the broodmother's body.

For a whole day and night, muffled, rhythmic thumping echoed within the Ice Altar Cave, like a giant heart beating.

At dawn the next day, when the first ray of light shone on the Ice Plains, the thumping inside the cave suddenly stopped.

Immediately, white figures emerged from the cave one after another.

They were creatures that had never appeared on the Ice Plains before.

Their size was slightly smaller than that of an Ice Spine Terrestrial Beast, standing about one point six meters at the shoulder and two meters long, resembling a miniature Ice Beast, and just as agile and ferocious.

Their fur was snow-white, perfectly blending with the Ice Plains environment, and beneath the skin a layer of hard, pale blue carapace was faintly visible.

Most striking were their forelimbs.

Each creature's forelimbs were different; some had evolved into bone claws half a meter long, pale blue and extremely sharp.

Others had evolved into Biological Cannons, their cannon mouths translucent crystal structures through which pale blue energy flowed, capable of firing Ice Thorns.

Leaping, sharp turns, pouncing—every movement was smooth and natural.

They walked on the snow, their footsteps light, making no sound at all.

They could shuttle through the wind and snow without being affected, as if they were natives of the Ice Plains.

The blue-robed Divine Envoys walked out of the cave and stood before these creatures, their voices without a hint of inflection:

"The Frost Dragon's kin, called 'Cold Soldiers'."

"The Ice Lord's fangs, Brevis's guardians."

"From now on, fight alongside your comrades against the Green Skins!"

The Wildmen looked at these creatures called "Cold Soldiers," their expressions complex.

Mostly awe and curiosity, but also a trace of doubt.

They looked ferocious, but could they really fight the Green Skins?