Chapter 224: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Bug Race

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

The Captain's Quarters of the Peak Obsidian.

This place was always shrouded in a warm bioluminescence.

This was the heart of the entire Brevis Expedition Fleet, but the decor had not a hint of the Empire's "style."

The interior walls were made of layered living chitin, fine biological blood vessels pulsing slowly beneath translucent membranes.

The floor was an elastic biological membrane, making not a sound when stepped on.

The air was filled with a faint pheromone scent, declaring that this place belonged to the Tyranids' Territory.

Yet in the center of the room sat an ebony chessboard that clashed completely with the surrounding environment.

The board had a clear Chu River Han Border, red and black engraved pieces interlocked in confrontation, carrying an ancient air from tens of thousands of years ago.

Lin En sat on one side of the board, a "chariot" held between his fingertips, his gaze fixed on the board.

For over half a month now, he had spent large amounts of time every day rooting his consciousness into the Green Skin Body named "One Against Seven" on Kal II.

Handling clan disputes, battlefield layouts, and the mess of power struggles.

Only during these few hours late at night did he return to his Main Body to keep Lena company.

Chatting a few words, or playing a game of chess.

Only at this moment was he himself.

The small Brain Worm opposite hovered in midair, its gaze now locked tightly on the board, blue tentacles pinching a black "horse."

The faintly radiating Psyker Fluctuation revealed its hesitation at this moment.

This was Lena; she always felt that using a Brain Worm with a bigger brain would make it easier to come up with ways to win while playing chess.

The situation on the board was already clear; Lin En's red pieces held a great advantage, a single chariot and horse had already pressed into the enemy's half, troops at the city gates.

Lena's old general was locked tightly within the Nine Palaces, almost no possibility of a comeback.

Lin En watched her furrowed brow, his fingertip twitching slightly, and placed the "chariot" in his hand down.

This move seemed to continue the pressure, but intentionally exposed a fatal flaw.

The Brain Worm's compound eyes lit up instantly; its previously hesitant fingertip dropped quickly, the black cannon pushing straight, landing steadily on the center line.

"Check."

Her voice carried a barely perceptible glee; she looked up at Lin En, her eyes full of the little pride of "I won."

Lin En feigned annoyance, slapped his forehead, tossed the piece in his hand onto the board, and smiled in praise.

"Impressive, Lena; this move was hidden too deeply—I actually didn't notice it at all; your chess skill is truly getting better and better."

But as soon as his words fell, the glee in Lena's voice vanished instantly.

She tossed the piece in her hand onto the board, her small body leaning back; the tentacles on the wall that had originally been writhing docilely instantly tensed.

The bioluminescence of the entire Captain's Quarters dimmed several degrees, blatantly displaying "angry."

"You're letting me win again." Lena's voice turned cold, dissatisfaction emerging.

Lin En's smile froze on his face; he gave an awkward laugh and hurriedly waved his hands:

"No, no, it really was my mistake; you've improved too fast—I can't keep up with your train of thought."

He felt a bit guilty saying this himself.

As a veteran at picking up girls, he knew the score: when playing games with a girl, it didn't matter how brutally you dominated the process.

But the final result had to let the other person win, otherwise there would be hell to pay.

Lena obviously wasn't buying it; she turned her face away not to look at him, only a few slender tentacles reluctantly winding around Lin En's wrist.

Gently rubbing his skin, like acting coquettish, yet also like accusing him.

Lin En smiled and reached out, stroking the Brain Worm's carapace:

"Okay, okay, my fault; next time I'll definitely play seriously with you, alright?"

The Brain Worm's body stiffened slightly, then relaxed, speaking muffledly:

"You've been too tired lately."

"Every day facing those Green Skins, handling so many miscellaneous matters, not even having time to rest properly."

She raised her head, her compound eyes full of heartache, her tentacles lightly brushing the faint blue beneath Lin En's eyes:

"Lin En, why not let me do it? I'll have the Bug Swarm of Dead World-B deploy fully and directly drown Kal II."

Lin En's heart warmed slightly; he soothed softly: "It's fine, Lena; it's not time yet."

He knew better than anyone that Lena's suggestion was indeed hassle-free.

Once the Bug Swarm went all-in on Kal II, he could completely be a hands-off manager, waiting for Lena to deliver the results to him.

But the problem was, with the current quality of the Bug Swarm, taking Kal II was absolutely incapable of an overwhelming victory.

Chandler's Death Skull Clan held the most top-tier Green Skin black tech in the entire Star System, and the scale of Green Skins on Kal II far exceeded his expectations.

Not to mention that the Green Skin race got stronger the more they fought.

Once the Bug Race and Green Skins went to all-out war, it would definitely evolve into a prolonged, epoch-defining great war.

Without an absolute overwhelming advantage, fighting for three to five years was possible.

This completely did not meet Lin En's expectations.

What he wanted was to quickly take Kal II, seize the position of commander, not to get bogged down in a tug-of-war with no end in sight.

More importantly, now all factions in Brevis, including Terra, are turning a blind eye to his relationship with the Bug Race.

But once he lets Lena's Bug Swarm mobilize fully, his relationship with the Bug Race will be exposed to the light of day.

By then, the situation will only be harder to clean up.

"Trust me, Lena." Lin En lowered his head and gently patted her head.

"Give me a little more time..."

Lena looked at the certainty in his eyes and finally nodded, giving a soft "en."

Playful times always pass quickly, and it was time for "One Against Seven" to go online again.

Lin En released Lena's tentacle, sat into the cabin, and his consciousness receded like a tide,

rushing into Kal II's Green Skin Body along the already-established Spirit Link.

On the top floor of the Naruto Clan's Command Tower, "One Against Seven," who had been resting with his eyes closed leaning against the chair, suddenly opened his eyes.

In the purple beast pupils, a trace of the Ork Beastman's coarseness first flashed, then was covered by Lin En's Calm.

He moved his sturdy fingers, his joints making crisp crackling sounds, and his gaze fell on the Holographic Projection in front of him.

In the projection, Siss's sphere of influence had already covered nearly one third of Kal II's Area with green markings.

After these several waves of covert operations, Siss and his faction's Prestige in Kal II rose higher and higher.

Naruto, Blood Axe, Evil Sun—the Three Great Clans were firmly bound to his war chariot.

Mobile Troops, assassination forces, ultra-fast Assault Fleets—everything was ready, and he already had the capital to stand toe-to-toe with the Death Skull Clan.

But this was still not enough.