Chapter 130: War Hammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Under the crystal lamps of the Governor's Mansion Banquet Hall, the faces of twenty-eight Nobles were reflected, pale as paper.

Without exception, these people were the ones who had joined in the uproar in the Council Hall last time.

At this moment they all kept their heads down; no one dared speak, look at each other, or even breathe heavily.

The dishes on the long table were abundant: roasted Snow Beef, honey-glazed ham, fresh fruits and vegetables, and Dolido Grape Wine.

In Brevis, where supplies were scarce, this could be called the height of luxury.

Yet no one dared touch it.

They merely sat stiffly, their eyes fixed dead ahead on their plates, like a group of prisoners awaiting judgment.

The great doors were pushed open.

Lin En walked in, holding Isud's hand, with the burly Ogryn Dou Dou following behind.

Lin En looked at no one; he walked straight to the head seat and sat down, picked up his knife and fork, cut a small piece of roasted Snow Beef, and put it into his mouth, as if no one else were present.

The Nobles exchanged glances, and only after a long while did someone tentatively pick up their utensils, their fingertips trembling violently.

But no one truly dared eat; they merely pushed the food around on their plates with their forks.

Sitting to Lin En's left was a Family Head of a minor Noble clan, surnamed Hop.

He could no longer bear the oppression and squeezed out a smile uglier than crying:

"Governor Sir is wise and martial; the expedition against the Green Skins is a great undertaking we have long looked forward to!"

"Our Hop Family is willing to donate eighty percent of our family wealth to support the military."

The words had barely fallen when Lin En swiftly drew a Chain Sword from his waist.

With a "hum," the saw teeth spun at high speed, the piercing screech of friction breaking the silence.

Lin En raised his hand and swung the sword.

Hop's head slid off his neck at the sound, heavily smashing into the plate before him, red and white brain matter mixing with warm fresh blood as it sprayed out.

Fresh blood from the artery spurted out, splashing several nearby Nobles in the face.

The corpse remained seated for two seconds before heavily toppling to the ground.

Lin En raised his hand and flicked off the bloodstains.

Blood droplets flew and splashed onto the face of Family Head Loren beside him; that fat man trembled all over, yet did not have the courage to raise a hand to wipe it.

"Just eat if you're eating," Lin En said with impatience.

"Where does all this waste talk come from?"

He placed the Chain Sword on the table corner beside him, picked up his knife and fork again, and continued cutting meat.

"Eat," he simply said one word.

The Nobles woke as if from a dream, grabbing the knife and fork before them like madmen, and some even directly grabbed food with their hands and shoved it into their mouths.

No one dared chew; they all swallowed directly, gulping it down into their stomachs in one rush.

Someone choked on hard bread, rolled their eyes, grabbed the Wine beside them, tilted their head back, and gulped it down.

After finishing, they continued shoving things into their mouths, as if the next one to fall would be themselves if they were slow by a second.

Hop's corpse still lay beside them, yet no one dared look; everyone's eyes were glued dead to their own plates.

After a moment, Lin En put down his knife and fork, his gaze falling on Family Head Loren.

That fat man who had been the first to cause a disturbance in the Council Hall yesterday.

At this moment he was desperately stuffing bread into his mouth, his cheeks puffed out like a hamster's.

"Ah? You really eat?!"

Lin En said nothing, drawing an Explosive Bullet Pistol from his waist.

"Bang!"

Family Head Loren's head instantly blasted open; his body heavily collapsed onto the dining table, his bulky belly pressing against the plate.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Gunshots rang out in succession.

Every gunshot was accompanied by a Noble falling.

The dishes on the table were overturned, Wine spilled all over the ground, and fresh blood splattered everywhere.

After the eighth gunshot, Lin En stopped moving.

The pistol's Magazine was empty.

He looked down at the Explosive Bullet Pistol in his hand, then raised his eyes to sweep over the corpses and Blood Pools covering the ground.

Only twenty living Nobles remained in the Banquet Hall; they huddled in a corner of the dining table, covered in blood, trembling like frightened rabbits.

A smile-not-smile expression appeared on Lin En's face, his tone carrying a bone-chilling coldness:

"Not full yet."

The simple three words made the remaining Nobles feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

Even the smell of urine could be detected.

Lin En raised his hand to change to a new Magazine, with a "click" holstering it.

He walked back to the head seat and sat down, picking up his knife and fork to continue cutting meat.

"Keep eating."

No one dared stop.

The remaining nobles continued to mechanically stuff things into their mouths, their sense of taste long numb.

Their mouths were full of the taste of blood, mixed with the flavor of food, nauseating.

Someone retched while eating halfway, covering their mouth and desperately suppressing it.

Suddenly, a young noble across the table collapsed fiercely.

He stood up abruptly, staggering toward the doorway.

Lin En did not move, only seeing the burly Ogryn take two steps over, his fan-like large hand grabbing the young man's head.

Like carrying a little chicken, he hauled him back, pressing him heavily onto the seat.

"Running what?" Lin En said without raising his head, continuing to cut meat.

"The staple food hasn't been served yet."

The young man froze instantly, slumping onto the seat trembling all over, not daring to move again.

This bloody banquet lasted for a full two hours.

The bloodstains on the ground gradually coagulated into dark brown, corpses lying haphazardly.

When the banquet ended, the twenty living nobles were brought one by one by Dou Dou to the room next door.

A long table was set in the room, covered with white paper, with fountain pens and ink pads placed on it.

Documents had long been prepared, with the expressionless Gus standing beside them.

"Sign." Gus's voice had no warmth at all.

"Donate all assets, only retaining the basic share barely enough to support the clan."

"After signing, you can leave."

Someone wanted to argue, their lips just moving, when the clerk coldly pointed at the documents on the table:

"If you don't sign, you can go swim in the Man River, swim until you're willing to sign."

The water temperature of the Man River is near freezing all year round; ordinary people will be frozen stiff and sink to the river bottom in no time.

They looked at each other, their eyes full of despair.

They could only pick up the fountain pens, trembling as they signed their names and pressed bright red fingerprints.

Every stroke was like cutting their own flesh; twenty documents were soon signed.

The last noble to sign was an old man with white hair.

After signing, he held the table to stand up, his footsteps unsteady, led out of the room by an attendant.

When they reached the end of the corridor, the other nobles were waiting here.

Lin En stood in the shadows ahead, coldly saying.

"What happened tonight, I hope you all keep it secret."

"Otherwise, Adasi, my methods, you know best!"

No one dared answer.

The nobles nodded desperately, their heads like pounding garlic, not even having the courage to look at Lin En.

He turned around and stumbled out of the Governor's Mansion, collapsing onto the ground outside the gate, gasping for air.

His face was full of the fear of surviving a calamity.

The news eventually still got out.

Twenty-eight nobles entered the banquet hall of the Governor's Mansion; eight never came out.

When someone asked what happened at the banquet, they all refused to speak of it.

They just shook their heads desperately, their eyes full of fear deep into the bone marrow.

This made the nobles who were not invited even more panicked.

And in the Governor's Mansion, Lin En was looking at the asset list Gus handed up.

Lena's clear and cold voice sounded:

"The Winter Family, and the Holstein Family, were absent from the banquet yesterday on the grounds of sudden illness."

Lin En just said lightly: "Gus."

Gus pushed the door and walked in.

Lin En handed a list to Gus: "You handle it."

He knew that since those things on the Xian Ge Hao, Gus seemed to have awakened some strange preferences.

It was just right to let Gus punish them.

Gus took the list and nodded: "Yes, Governor Sir."