Chapter 125

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

The battle had not yet ended; across the Ice Plains burned mechanical wreckage and fleeing Green Skins.

Leaning against a battlement of the Forbidden Wall, Sorin's gaze swept over the battlefield and settled on the purple figure hovering in the distance, and she sighed softly.

The destruction of Big Tech Elko was entirely within her expectations.

The Green Skin race had always been this way; the Waaagh Force Field that sustained the wildness of the entire army.

Had to rely on a living, sufficiently powerful warboss.

Once the Big Boss died, that force field which made the Grots stronger would instantly dissipate, and morale would suffer a severe blow.

These fearsome Xenos immediately turned back into a rabble that only fought internally and retreated.

The scene on the Ice Plains right now was the best proof.

The Green Skins, originally fearless of death, some wailed while clutching broken limbs, others ran madly wielding machetes.

Others wrestled together over a tooth (the Green Skin currency).

Occasionally a few Big Guys tried to regroup, just raising their axes and shouting half a "Waaagh".

Before being drowned out by the United Army's cannon fire.

In contrast, Lin En's side was completely different.

Sorin's gaze fell once more on the hovering purple figure, and she thought again of the "Tearing Worm" on his shoulder.

The Bug Race itself was a perfect tool of war.

They had no individual will, no fear, no betrayal; their only mission was absolute obedience to the main consciousness.

And that "thing" beside Lin En was powerful enough to send a chill down her spine.

Kill Elko?

For that Tearing Worm and Lin En, it was probably as simple as kicking a stray dog to death on the roadside.

Sorin recalled that purple beam that had penetrated heaven and earth just now, and a chill ran down her back.

She had initially chosen to submit to Lin En's oppressive power rather than resist to the end.

Now, she did not know whether her decision was correct.

Was it bringing hope to Brevice, or something more terrifying than the Green Skins?

In midair, Lin En maintained the posture of "Divine Chosen Descent".

His purple eyes overlooked the White Ice Plain beneath his feet, residual psionic waves lingering around him, dignity inviolable.

But in reality, there was only one thought in his head.

"Damn, so empty."

That "Annihilation" just now was indeed handsomely cool.

The purple beam Psionic Annihilation Ray instantly melted through an iceberg, directly vaporized Elko, and even plowed out a Kilometer Trench.

But being cool came at a price.

Lin En now felt his body hollowed out, limbs weak, head dizzy.

That psionic shock just now—though the energy was supplied by Lena, as the launch vessel he was equivalent to a Human Cannon Barrel.

The tearing sensation of high-pressure psionics flowing through his psionic meridians, combined with the current exhaustion, was harder to endure than any pain he had experienced.

"Are you alright, Lin En?" Lena's voice came through the energy connection, clear and cold with a hint of worry.

"Fine, fine." Lin En gritted his teeth and held on; a man couldn't say he wasn't fine.

Actually his calves were trembling, and his vision kept blacking out.

Several million pairs of eyes were watching below.

He was everyone's spiritual pillar; he absolutely could not fall at this moment.

Lin En held on for several minutes, until cheers rang out and the Green Skins completely retreated, before slowly descending.

The moment his feet were about to touch the ground, his knees went weak and his body leaned forward.

He propped himself up with his scepter in time; the metal tip pierced the frozen soil, and with a "Crack!" he steadied himself.

No one noticed that the hand gripping his scepter was trembling violently.

Lena sensed his predicament, and a faint energy was transmitted to him.

Lin En felt warmth in his heart, and using this strength he slowly straightened his spine.

The battle was without suspense now.

With Elko dead, the remaining Green Skins became headless flies, hunted down by the Savage Cavalry like sheep.

The Ice Plains were covered in green limbs, abandoned weapons scattered everywhere.

Lei Ou charged in power armor wielding a chain sword, covered in Green Skin blood.

Hammond stood on the Forbidden Wall, calmly directing operations.

With them around, mopping up the remaining enemies didn't require his concern.

So his only thought now was to go back and lie down, to get a good sleep.

The news of Elko's death in battle spread to every corner of Brevice Hive City within a single day.

From Upper Level Noble Manors to Middle Level Worker Residences, and then to Lower Level Slum Passages, everyone was discussing that Young Governor.

First beheaded Mountain Fat Guga, then slaughtered Mechanical Public Enemy·Elko.

The nobles might not know how difficult it was to defeat them, but they knew one thing.

This new governor really has something.

But compared to admiration, more nobles felt unease and panic in their hearts.

After Elko died, everything Lin En did challenged their cognitive system built over many years.

Subduing the two great clans of the Ice Plains wildmen, migrating tens of millions of refugees into the Manga River Within, and using the Frost Dragon Kin to chase the remaining green skins.

Voices of doubt spread among the nobles.

"What will the refugees eat when they come in?"

"Will those wildmen cause trouble?"

"The governor's military power is too great; what if he has different intentions?"

These voices grew louder and louder, and some even secretly united, trying to pressure Lin En.

But these voices were soon suppressed by the Imperial State Religion.

On the third day after Elko's death in battle, Archbishop Goodwin publicly preached at the Brevis Largest Holy Altar, facing ten thousand imperial citizens while holding high the Emperor's Holy Image:

"The Emperor's Divine Chosen naturally has the Emperor's own considerations."

"To doubt the Divine Chosen is to doubt the Emperor himself, and that is heresy!"

Goodwin's words were like a giant stone thrown into a lake, instantly calming all doubt.

No one dared to publicly doubt the Emperor, and no one dared to wear the "heretic" hat and continue doubting Lin En.

When everyone had their own thoughts, the happiest person was Carter.

This man, who had endured twenty years in the position of Chief Executive, had always been mocked as the "Governor's Loyal Dog."

He dutifully performed his duties but never held his head high.

But during this time in the City Council Hall, he seemed like a changed person.

Previously, at meetings, he was always squeezed into the most remote corner, silently drinking tea.

When the nobles discussed grain distribution and power division, they never sought his opinion.

The representatives of the Twelve Star Families even often mocked him for having strength but only knowing how to depend on those useless governors.

But now everything had changed.

One morning, Carter pushed open the council doors.

The previously noisy hall fell silent instantly, and all the nobles' gazes focused on him.

Gone were mockery and contempt; only awe and flattery remained.

Even some guilty nobles stood up directly, and only dared to sit down after Carter made a gesture for them to sit.

"Lord Carter has arrived, please take your seat!"

A noble who often mocked him immediately stood up and obsequiously led him to the seat near the center of the hall.

"Lord Carter, this is this week's grain ration plan, please review it."

"Lord Carter, regarding refugee resettlement, we have some ideas we would like to consult you on."

Listening to the respectful greetings rising and falling, Carter remained expressionless, walked to his seat and sat down,

took the teacup handed by the attendant and took a sip, then raised his head and scanned the whole hall:

"Usually you are quite able to speak, why aren't you speaking now?"

The whole hall fell silent.