Chapter 126: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Those noble representatives who had previously jumped the most now all lowered their heads, their faces pale.

They were very clear that Carter's current confidence came from the Governor's power.

Offending Carter was equivalent to offending the Governor.

Carter put down his teacup and began to refute one by one the "Several Suggestions on Restricting the Governor's Mansion's Power" they had proposed last week.

Each time he refuted one, he paused, his gaze sweeping over the nobles who had made the suggestions:

"You worry that the Governor's military power is too great? But if it weren't for the Governor, you would sooner or later become Green Skin rations."

"You worry that refugees consume grain?"

"But if it weren't for the Governor personally going to the Front Line, who would drive away the Green Skins? You?"

Carter looked at a noble, and that noble shook his head frantically.

"Or you?" He looked at another person.

That person also shook his head frantically.

Finally, after he finished all the reforms, Karadong in the main seat did not speak.

The nobles' faces alternated between green and white, yet they dared not retort.

When the meeting ended, Carter stood up and once again swept his gaze over the entire room:

"Is there anyone else with an opinion?"

No one answered.

Carter nodded with satisfaction, turned, and walked out the door.

Only when he felt the cold wind outside the door did the corner of his tense mouth involuntarily turn up.

After more than twenty years in the profession, this was his most hardline moment.

After Carter left, several core nobles quietly rose and entered the back room of the council chamber.

Under the dim light of the back room, several figures had grim expressions.

"Just what is this Keli Feng's background?" A fat noble broke the silence.

"Unclear." Another noble in a splendid robe shook his head.

"The intelligence we collected before said he was just a good-for-nothing who rose by relying on a woman, but now it seems it's all fake!"

"Good-for-nothing?" A noble slapped the table irritably.

"Which good-for-nothing could kill two Green Skin Tribal Chiefs in a row within one month?"

The back room fell into silence again, with panic written on everyone's face.

After a long while, the fat noble spoke again cautiously:

"What does the Supreme King say? Has the Saint Galus Family made any moves?"

When Saint Galus was mentioned, everyone's gaze focused on a noble in a white-gold robe; he was a collateral branch of Saint Galus.

That person shook his head: "The Saint Galus Family has been very quiet recently."

"Supreme King Karadong usually stays behind closed doors and sees no one.

As for that brat Leon, he's now making a big splash with the Governor on the Front Line,

and may have already completely defected to the Governor."

"Damn it!" The irritable noble slapped the table again, "We won't have backed the wrong side, will we?"

This sentence voiced everyone's thoughts.

The back room fell into silence again.

No one answered, and no one dared to answer.

They all thought of the same thing: if the Governor could truly defeat the Green Skins completely and control Bravius,

what should they do? Continue resisting, or actively surrender to curry favor?

The expressions on several people's faces were uncertain; who could have imagined that the Governor, who had always been a good-for-nothing, would turn out to be such a "formidable character"?

On the sixth day after Elko's death, the bank of the Man River in front of the main gate of Bravius Main Hive had never been so crowded.

Nobles of Upper City wore their most splendid robes and adorned themselves with precious jewelry, standing in the front row.

They wore standardized fawning smiles on their faces, but their eyes occasionally glanced toward the opposite bank, filled with tension and unease.

They came not to welcome a hero, but to curry favor with Lin En and preserve their existing interests.

Workers of Middle City, dressed in clean work clothes, crowded into the second row, their faces showing genuine joy and reverence.

To them, Lin En was the hero who saved their homeland.

They craned their necks, staring intently at the opposite bank, awaiting the hero's return.

Commoners of Lower City stood densely packed at the very back, wearing tattered clothes, their faces covered in dust, yet unable to hide the fervor in their eyes.

To them, Lin En was not only a hero, but also redemption.

Many were relatives of Vanguard Army soldiers, and they survived only because Lin En gave each soldier rations for three people per day.

At the outermost edge of the Man River bank, a group of wildmen covered in white fur were especially conspicuous.

They were Bravius wildmen representatives specially allowed to attend the triumphal ceremony, from the Snow Claw and Ice Fang Clans.

The surrounding nobles looked at them with wariness and contempt, but they did not care.

They came here waiting for only one person, the "Ice Lord" in their hearts.

Everyone's gaze was fixed on the road across the Man River, shrouded in wind and snow.

The ice wind howled, heavy snow flew, covering the road completely.

But no one left; everyone waited patiently.

Approaching noon, light finally pierced the cloud layer, illuminating the earth.

Just then, there was finally movement across the Man River.

First came the faint roaring of engines from the wind and snow, deep and powerful, drawing ever closer.

Everyone by the shore held their breath, eyes fixed on the direction of the wind and snow.

Then, something shocking happened.

The snow across the sky suddenly parted as if pushed aside by an invisible hand, opening toward both sides of the road to reveal a broad avenue.

The wind and snow howled, but could no longer approach that passage by a hair's breadth.

The crowd by the shore let out low exclamations of wonder.

Someone knelt down instinctively, hands clasped, murmuring prayers.

Someone held high the Emperor's Holy Image, eyes fanatical, while others whispered:

"The Emperor is blessing Governor Sir!"

A huge Cold Peak Super Heavy Tank led the way out of the wind and snow, driving toward the shore.

On the tank turret was planted the Governor's Flag, blue with a golden eagle, snapping in the wind.

The tank wheels were huge, crushing the snow and leaving deep tracks; every step forward gave a heavy sense of oppression.

Closely following were neat rows of Vanguard Army tanks and infantry, wearing thick power armor, holding rifles, marching in step, expressions stern.

People finally saw clearly the person standing atop the tank.

Lin En wore exquisite power armor, blue armor gleaming with cold luster in the sunlight, shoulders and chest decorated with golden patterns.

On his head he wore the Green Laurel Crown personally bestowed by Archbishop Goodwin, symbolizing the Emperor's recognition.

Draped over his shoulders was a white fur cape, the fur soft as clouds, fluttering in the wind.

It was a gift presented to Lin En by the Snow Claw and Ice Fang Clans before their departure.

It collected the softest belly fur of over a million Ice Beasts, woven by the most skilled artisans of both clans over seven days and seven nights.

This cape represented the Ice Plains Wildmen's highest respect for the "Ice Lord," and also their absolute loyalty to Lin En.

Lin En stood atop the tank, posture straight, gaze calmly sweeping over the crowd by the shore.

On his face was no pride or arrogance, only the calm composure after experiencing the battlefield.

The wind and snow howled beside him, as if making way for him.

Actually, this was merely a coincidence.

But no one present was willing to believe it was a coincidence; they preferred to believe it was the Emperor's grace.

"Long live Governor!!!"