Chapter 129: War Hammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg? Chapter 129 Upper City Cage

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

At the same time, Bravius Main Hive, State Religion Cathedral.

In the bishop's private study, Bishop Goodwin leaned back in a wide armchair.

Dressed in loose bishop's robes, wearing no heavy mitre and holding no holy staff, his posture was languid.

He cradled a clay jar filled with fruit wine he had brewed himself, not strong but rich in fruit fragrance.

He took a happy sip, narrowed his eyes, his face full of contentment.

These were the most comfortable days he had had in three hundred years since taking office.

Then came Keli·Von·Lin En, the Divine Chosen personally certified by the Emperor, unmatched in combat, slaughtering Green Skins like chickens, and in a short time he had stabilized the situation in the Main Hive.

Goodwin had even begun to ponder retirement.

He was lost in pleasant thoughts when the study's wooden door was shoved open fiercely.

Goodwin looked up and saw Lin En enter with a "thoroughly cuckolded" expression, an oppressive aura about him.

Goodwin was instantly amused and couldn't help teasing:

"Yo, who's upset our great hero? Come, come, come, sit down and have a drink."

Lin En ignored his banter, kept walking, went straight to the desk, and got to the point:

"Lord Goodwin, I have an important matter to discuss!"

He looked up at Goodwin.

The next second, Lin En froze.

Goodwin's eyes were blue.

Not the signature pure white Holy Pupils of a State Religion Bishop that he knew!

The Explosive Bullet Pistol at his waist was drawn in an instant, its pitch-black muzzle aimed at Goodwin's forehead.

With killing intent in his violet eyes: "Heretic! Where have you put Lord Goodwin?!"

The air froze instantly.

Goodwin was stunned for half a second, then reacted, and burst out laughing on the spot.

He laughed bent double, nearly dropping the wine jar.

"Hahaha, don't get excited, don't get excited, Xiao Ke Li!"

He hurriedly set down the wine jar, rubbed his eyelids gently, and when he raised his head again,

those blue eyes had vanished, replaced by the pure white Holy Pupils Lin En knew.

"Just now was what my eyes originally looked like." Goodwin pointed to his pupils, grinning from ear to ear.

"The white ones before were colored contacts to scare those nobles."

"Without some gimmick, how can I keep that lawless lot in line?"

Lin En: "......"

Seeing Lin En didn't believe him, he activated the "Pure Eye."

The discomfort of being stripped bare washed over him; he holstered his Explosive Bullet Pistol and took a deep breath.

With a trace of helplessness in his tone: "Lord Goodwin, this..."

"Oh, just get used to it." Goodwin waved his hand, lifted the wine jar, and took another sip.

"Speak, what is it that could make our War God so angry?"

Lin En composed himself and laid out his plan:

"I want to launch a 'Purification Expedition' against Dolido's Green Skins in the name of the State Religion."

"At that time, all participating nobles must 'voluntarily contribute'—money, grain, supplies, manpower, the more the better."

Goodwin understood the moment he heard half of it.

Goodwin instantly smiled, his smile carrying a touch of schadenfreude:

"Fine, I'll help with this."

"Anyway, those parasites' money—if I don't scrape it white, I don't scrape it; keeping it just lets them squander it, so better to use it to purify heretics for the Emperor."

A cunning glint of old scheming flashed in his eyes as he lowered his voice to remind:

"But I must remind you, scrape away, but don't scrape too hard."

"A cornered dog will still jump the wall; drive them to a dead end, and it will only breed trouble."

Lin En nodded: "I know my limits."

"Good." Goodwin lifted the wine jar and raised it toward Lin En, the light of Soul Faith flashing in his pure white pupils.

"Then in the name of the Emperor, launch a Purification Expedition!!!"

Lin En looked at him, voice firm: "For the Emperor!"

Early the next morning, as the first ray of dawn just fell upon the Upper City, the entire Noble Circle was thoroughly shaken.

Every noble of note, without exception, received two invitations.

One from the Governor's Mansion.

A gilded envelope, stamped with the bronze emblem of the Governor's Scepter, sealed with wax solemn and cold, representing the highest secular power of Bravius.

The other from the State Religion Cathedral.

A white envelope, sealed with a golden Imperial Holy Image and soaked in holy oil, exuding fragrance, representing the highest divine authority beneath the Emperor.

Two invitations, different materials, different seals, yet nearly identical in content:

We cordially invite you to the Governor's Mansion Banquet Hall to discuss the grand plan of the Purification Expedition, to wage war for the Emperor, and to purge the Green Skin heretics.

The only difference was the time of invitation.

Lin En divided all the nobles into several batches, inviting them in batches and interviewing them in batches.

Even a fool could see it.

This was not an invitation; it was a summons.

It was an ultimatum issued jointly by secular power and divine authority.

Panic spread like a plague, rampaging wildly through every noble manor in the Upper City.

No one wanted to attend.

The scene from yesterday's Council Hall had already spread to every corner of the Upper City.

The Loren Patriarch's breakdown, Karadong's indifference, Lin En splashing wine and leaving the hall.

Like a nightmare, it lingered in every noble's heart.

They all knew that attending meant obediently producing their family fortunes.

So some began trying every means to escape.

The Loren family manor was in complete chaos.

The Loren Patriarch had not slept all night, his eyes bloodshot, no longer showing the flattery and probing from yesterday's Council Hall, only fear remained.

"Hurry! Prepare the carriage!" he shouted at his servant, "I want to leave the Upper City and hide in the Lower City for a while!"

The servant dared not delay and immediately went to prepare the vehicle.

But that morning, the servant came running back, stumbling and falling, his face pale:

"Family Head! No! The Upper City entrance is blocked!"

"The Governor's Mansion ordered all vehicles to suspend departure, all to undergo safety inspection, no one is allowed to leave!"

The Loren Patriarch's vision went black, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.

Running away was not an option.

Someone thought of faking illness.

A minor noble lay in bed, wrapped in thick quilts, pretending to have a persistent high fever, and sent a servant to fetch a physician, hoping to use this to decline the invitation.

But the servant had just reached the doorway when he saw two Combat Nuns in black Power Armor standing silently outside.

They wore kind smiles on their faces, their tone gentle yet carrying an irresistible force:

"Adult feeling unwell? Perfect, the Church has the best physicians; we will escort you there for diagnosis and treatment."

The Explosive Bullet Pistol at the Combat Nun's waist was polished bright, gleaming with cold light.

That noble's face turned pale, as if he had truly fallen seriously ill.

Others thought of hiding in other nobles' manors, hoping to huddle together for warmth and slip through.

But just as they stepped out their own front doors, they saw countless patrolmen in Governor's Mansion uniforms on the Upper City streets.

Their armor was bright, they held Electro-shock Batons, and they interrogated every pedestrian and every vehicle.

The entire Upper City overnight became a huge, airtight cage.

And what made the nobles even more desperate was that the first batch of invited nobles were personally "escorted" to their doors by State Religion Priests.

The Priests wore pure white Holy Robes, held the Holy Scripture, wore gentle and merciful smiles on their faces, and spoke in a kind tone:

"Your Excellency, the Governor and the Bishop are waiting in the mansion; come with me, do not betray the Emperor's will."

That smile, in the nobles' eyes, was more terrifying than the summoning of the God of Death.

No one dared refuse their invitation.