Chapter 220: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You've Conquered the Zerg

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

"One-on-seven, you've been standing here all day; have some mushroom wine?"

With the power of Wo Xun Si, now one-on-seven is no different from an ordinary beastman, and can even enjoy green skin delicacies like mushroom wine braised child.

Yaduoduo's voice came from the doorway; this imp, whose height only reached Lin En's waist and abdomen, had long since shed his former timidity.

He wore a custom-made suit of power armor, with a gem-encrusted laser pistol hanging at his waist.

Around his neck still hung a tooth necklace, all strung from the finest big gold teeth.

Behind him followed two fully armed Fire Shadow Clan Upper Ninja boys, carrying the airs of a clan big boss wherever he went.

Only in front of Lin En did he drop all disguises and return to that innocent appearance.

He placed a bucket of iced mushroom wine on the table, and following Lin En's gaze, looked at the holographic star map.

Looking at the names of Sith, Chandler, and Liang Ge Nao flashing by above, the emotions in his eyes were somewhat complex.

Lin En turned around, took the bucket and took a swig, then spoke:

"Yaduoduo, you've come at just the right time; I have something to tell you."

"What we're going to do next is to climb onto Sith, infiltrate Kal II's core power circle, and I need you......"

"One-on-seven."

Yaduoduo suddenly interrupted him, raised his head, and stared straight into Lin En's eyes.

This imp who was always laughing and joking in front of Lin En now had only one kind of look in his eyes: the frankness of breaking the cauldrons and sinking the boats.

"I know what you want to do."

Lin En's movement paused; the hand holding the bucket tensed, and his gaze instantly turned cold.

But Yaduoduo did not retreat; he stepped forward and said firmly:

"I vaguely guessed that your ultimate purpose is not at all to make the Fire Shadow Clan the strongest clan of Kal II."

"You want to incite a civil war in Kal II, make Big Boss Liang Ge Nao and Big Boss Chandler completely break with each other, and split the entire Kal II from within, right?"

The air in the control room instantly froze.

Lin En's gaze was like a blade, locked tightly onto Yaduoduo, while countless thoughts raced through his brain.

He had thought Yaduoduo might have learned something, but the other had always played dumb, so Lin En hadn't wanted to pursue it.

But now the other had actually blown his own cover on his own initiative, and he had already begun calculating whether to just kill Yaduoduo right here to eliminate future trouble.

Or use the system's forced control to turn this imp who knew too many secrets completely into his puppet.

But Yaduoduo seemed to notice nothing of his killing intent and continued on his own.

His voice carried a trace of self-mockery and also a trace of resolve.

"No matter what one-on-seven wants to do, I will unconditionally help one-on-seven!"

Actually, Yaduoduo had guessed long ago that Lin En was not a true green skin.

He looked down at his own hands; these hands that once could only pick up the scraps and leftovers beastmen threw on the ground could now hold the authority of a powerful clan.

To be honest, Lin En's disguise was very good.

But the battle-lust, impulsiveness, and that reckless madness in the bones of green skins—Lin En had never had them.

Or perhaps he had pretended to.

He was too calm, his calculations too precise; every step seemed to have been planned in advance.

Even the craziest operations hid a purpose behind them; this was simply not something a beastman could do.

And there were many subconscious habits—the way he ate, the way he spoke, the way he looked at other green skins, and so on—none of them were like a green skin.

His eyes still looked at Lin En; there was not a trace of fear in them, only full gratitude.

Lin En did not respond to his words, but Yaduoduo didn't care.

Just as he didn't care at all who Lin En really was or what he really wanted to do.

"What was I originally? The lowest of the low in Kal II; any beastman boy could step on me and spit on me."

"They stole my things, treated me as amusement, and watched as squigs chased and bit me for fun."

"My companions who were with me—some were trampled to death, some were used as bait to lure those terrifying insects, not even bones left behind."

In the green skin society of the strong preying on the weak, Yaduoduo had never been given a shred of kindness; he had never had any sense of belonging to this race.

"It was you who gave me everything I have now, made me the big boss of the Fire Shadow Clan, and made those beastmen who once wouldn't even look at me now bow and salute when they see me."

"It was you who gave me dignity; for me, that is enough."

Even if it meant betraying his own kind, he didn't care at all.

Ungrateful? In the eyes of green skins, that was never a derogatory term.

Lin En looked at this imp before him; the hand holding the bucket slowly relaxed.

He remained silent for a long time, finally letting out a soft sigh.

He had calculated Sith's weak point and Chandler's ambition, and also the greed of all the clans.

But he alone had not calculated that the first person to see through his secret would be this imp he had initially only regarded as a puppet.

"Forget it......"

Lin En put down the bucket, raised his hand, and tapped on the holographic projection.

He presented the core mission of using Sith as a lever to Yaduoduo.

For a Sith possessing powerful psychic abilities, Lin En did not dare face him alone.

If he discovered his "unclean" nature, then the plan that had been operating for so long would all go down the drain.

In the end, Lin En prepared to let Yaduoduo, in the identity of the Fire Shadow Clan Tribal Chief, go meet Sith and win his trust.

Yaduoduo nodded heavily, his eyes filled with determination.

Three days later, Karl No. 2 Core Area, outside Sith's room.

Yaduoduo adjusted his armor, facing the psyker grot at the doorway, and said without humility or arrogance:

"Fire Shadow Clan Tribal Chief Yaduoduo requests an audience with Big Boss Sith, to report an important matter concerning Karl No. 2's safety."

The psyker grot looked at the little shit before him, and a trace of appreciation actually showed on his face.

In the world of the Green Skins, little shits were always the lowest existence.

But Yaduoduo had actually risen from the very bottom to this step, causing him to look at him with new eyes.

After waiting for over half an hour, that psyker grot finally came out and led Yaduoduo into a room.

Sith did not meet Yaduoduo in the Ice Cold Hall, but rather in a cluttered storeroom.

Obviously, Sith was still the same as before; even when facing the recently rising new Green Skin forces, he showed not a bit of interest.

Yaduoduo, however, did not care at all; he straightened his waist, stood in the center of the storeroom, and did not tremble like other little shits.

Nor did he look around everywhere; he simply stood quietly, his bearing calm and composed.

After another ten-plus minutes, a set of oppressive footsteps came from the doorway.

Sith walked in.

He wore a dark green gown, his bare arms covered in runes, green psychic fluctuations faintly visible around his body.

Simply standing there gave one a sense of oppression as if a storm were coming.

His murky gray eye pupils swept over Yaduoduo, with undisguised probing and scrutiny.

Yaduoduo could feel that every inch of his flesh was seen through by the Beastman before him.

"A little shit, what important matter concerning Karl No. 2's safety could he have?"

Sith's voice carried a humming psychic fluctuation, shaking the dust in the room into slight trembling.

"You only have one minute."

Yaduoduo raised his head, met Sith's gaze, got straight to the point, and in one sentence struck the deepest thorn in Sith's heart.

"Big Boss Sith, I merely dare to remind you."

"The day Big Boss Chandler emerges from seclusion after cracking the Mecha Secret Treasure may be the day Big Boss Liang Ge Nao's authority wavers!"