Chapter 188: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Aboard the Peak Black Radiance, Lin En witnessed this scene.

The ten-thousand-meter-tall phantom took a step that could destroy heaven and earth, and an escort ship vanished in an instant.

He stood by the window and couldn't help but exclaim:

"Damn, this big foot is really something."

"Alpha-level Esper, at least alpha-level," he silently chanted at the same time.

An Esper of this level is a walking calamity on the battlefield.

A wave of the hand can vaporize an entire regiment; a single move can turn tanks into scrap iron.

Without countermeasures, no matter how many armies there are, they are all sending themselves to their deaths.

Lena's voice rang in his mind, carrying a trace of weakness and guilt:

"Lin En... sorry, I couldn't kill it."

Lin En shook his head.

"It's not your fault," he said, "I didn't calculate everything thoroughly."

He never expected Luna's rumor plan would actually work, combined with the purple paint on that massive ship.

Lin En had already guessed roughly what happened.

He touched the Tearing Worm, looking calm.

"It's fine, we still have a trump card..."

On the other side, in the Captain's Quarters of the Steel Radiance, a blue radiance slowly condensed.

Luna's figure walked out of the light, staggered, and leaned against the wall.

Her face was pale, her body so weak it seemed it could fall apart at any moment.

This was her last recording.

She looked at the massive space station outside the window, her eyes full of reluctance.

So close, clearly just a little bit more.

But she couldn't take such risks anymore.

This was the last recording; if she died once more, she would truly be finished.

Afterwards she directed the fleet to cooperate with Lin En's fleet to clean up the remaining Green Skins.

Looking at the Lin En Fleet, which was quite wary of them.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

"Retreat," Luna ordered, knowing that in her current state, she could do nothing.

"Bring back the wreckage of the Precept Ruler."

A cold light flashed in her eyes.

"Next time, I will return with my full strength."

Lin En's fleet began to redeploy.

The Peak Black Radiance led the escort ship group, constructing a blockade line in the Outer Areas of Kal II.

They did not attack, merely guarding.

Like a group of hunters patiently waiting for prey to take the hook.

He did not launch a total attack when Kal II was at its weakest.

Because the time had not yet come.

Although Chandler was severely injured by Lena, that alpha-level Esper was still there.

Kal II's overall defensive strength had not dropped much; inside, over a hundred million Green Skins were still waiting for him.

A hard fight? Not worth the effort.

He had to wait.

Wait for an opportunity to disintegrate the enemy from within.

He looked at the massive space station outside the window and said softly:

"Take it slow, no rush."

Behind him, Lena's Miniature Shredder Worm crawled out from the Shadow.

It climbed onto his shoulder, rubbed against his face, as its response to him.

As early as when the Purple Crystal first arrived at Kal II, Lin En had begun his Infiltration Plan.

Back when Luna's fleet was still "dawdling" at Brevis, and Kal II's Green Skins were still worrying about the insects' harassment.

Lin En was already thinking further ahead: the Decapitation Operation.

This required a precise position; without a position, even the strongest assassin could not be effective.

So he had to send in some "eyes."

Lena used the large quantity of Green Skin gene samples collected at Brevis to create the first batch of "Lena Green Skins."

Those guys looked almost exactly like ordinary Green Skin Kids.

Green skin, terrifying fangs, paired with a silly expression.

They stood before Lin En, and Lin En could see no flaw at all.

So theoretically, this plan was feasible.

The Green Skin's "Wo Xun Si Power" was a rather mystical thing.

As long as enough Green Skins "believed" these impostors were their own kind, they would, under the effect of the force field, become true Green Skins.

Though their bodies and souls were not Green Skin, they would be regarded from the heart as "their own kind" by other Green Skins.

Lin En's calculations back then were very good, letting these infiltrators mix in.

By gaining the trust of the Beastmen around them, they would become true Green Skins.

Then slowly climb up, finally mix into the core area, and find Chandler's lair.

When the Expedition Fleet launched its total attack, they would respond from within.

Even directly assassinating Chandler using the positions they provided, causing Kal II to collapse without a fight.

But he underestimated one thing.

The difficulty of integrating into Green Skin Society.

The first batch of Lena Green Skins successfully mixed into Kal II's Outer Zone.

Those "unintelligent" grots could sense a bit of the abnormality of these "their own kind."

But with insufficient brain capacity, they would never think about it in detail.

They only knew a few new brothers had arrived, to loot the stew pot together, curse the Big Guy together, and boast about becoming Big Boss in the future.

Everything went very smoothly.

Until Lena fought them for the first time.

The nature of Green Skins was fighting.

A Green Skin who didn't love fighting wasn't a good Green Skin, and a grot who didn't want to be Big Boss wasn't a good grot.

Fight to grab food, and after eating full, fight again to digest.

Fight when tired to compete for sleeping territory, and after waking up with morning grumpiness, fight even more to vent!

Fighting was their social way, and also their only entertainment activity.

That day, the grots in the area where Lena Green Skin was, fought fiercely over a pot of freshly baked stew pot.

Lena originally didn't want to get mixed in, but Lin En had told her she needed to fit in.

So she walked over blankly, and a grot wearing scrap armor set his sights on her.

"Come on, newcomer, fight me!"

That grot waved his fist, with a smile of certain victory on his face.

In its view, itself with armor dealing with this kind of dull-witted new grot was simply an easy matter.

Lena didn't waste talk, and controlled that Green Skin to nimbly start fighting.

Elbow strike to the crown, then move after move lethal, within five moves, that grot was beaten unconscious on the ground.

Precise, efficient, lethal.

In line with Lena's usual style.

But the problem was that throughout the whole process, Lena Green Skin made no roars at all.

After winning, there was no joy of victory, without any emotion a Green Skin should have.

It just stood there, coldly looking at the grot unconscious on the ground, like a machine that finished a task.

The gazes of the grots around began to become strange.

They didn't know what happened, but instinct told them.

Something was off.

This guy was not a companion.

After they began to "ponder" this thought,

Lena Green Skin's outline began to distort.

Green skin slowly faded, revealing purple carapace underneath.

That silly face began to deform, revealing the Bug Race's compound eyes.

In the eyes of the grots around, her inner self appeared.

"It's the Bug Race!!!"

I don't know who shouted, all the grots pounced up.

Lena Green Skin didn't have time to react before being drowned in a green ocean.

Fists, machetes, teeth, all usable weapons were used.

It struggled, counterattacked, killed several grots, but there were too many.

They were like crazy, wanting to tear this "Outlier" into fragments.

A few minutes later, only a pile of broken purple remains was left on the ground.