Chapter 461: War Hammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

His grandfather missing, his aunt fallen to Chaos, the glory the Saint Galus Family had guarded for generations seemed destined to be tarnished in his generation.

He had not even protected Brevis, nor driven Chaos out together with Kaili.

Reluctance.

Torrential reluctance, like a tide, drowned his consciousness.

If only he were given another chance...

If only he could live once more...

He would never fall so easily again.

He would restore Saint Galus, rescue his grandfather, cleanse the clan, and protect this planet well.

He also had to... had to fight side by side with Kaili!

His consciousness sank deeper and deeper, his five senses and perception being drawn into a strange space of myriad colors.

That was the edge of the Warp, twisted light and shadow flowing around him, fragmented whispers growing louder, tugging at his soul, wanting to drag him into the Abyss of Chaos.

Just as his soul was about to sink completely.

A black sun abruptly rose at the end of this strange space.

No light, no heat, only ultimate cold and silence.

But when that cold "sunlight" fell, the surrounding colorful chaotic light and shadows actually melted away rapidly like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun.

The tempting whispers by his ear instantly fell silent, cleansed completely.

Leo Saint Galus's soul shook fiercely.

He felt a summons, a summons from his shell, from the depths of his bloodline.

He had to go back.

He must go back!

A silent cry exploded in the depths of his soul.

The next second, his soul began to retrace its falling trajectory, flying backward rapidly.

"Cough cough... cough!!"

Violent coughing sounded in the silent Underground Warehouse.

The young body that should have lost all vitality suddenly heaved violently in the chest, then burst into a heart-rending cough.

Leo Saint Galus abruptly opened his eyes.

He gasped for breath, drenched in cold sweat all over, as if just fished out of water.

He blankly raised his hand, looking at his pale yet real palm, feeling his heart beating again in his chest.

He, came back to life?

The Warehouse remained dim, dust floating in the air, everything exactly as before he lost consciousness.

But he could clearly feel that within his body, there was an additional cold, heavy, yet extremely familiar power.

That power flowed in his bloodline, slept in his marrow, as if it had existed for hundreds of years.

Leo propped himself on the Ground and slowly sat up.

He lowered his head to look at his Chest; the wound that should have been fatal had already scabbed and healed, leaving only a shallow scar.

Outside the Warehouse, the roaring and explosions of psychic collisions faintly came.

Leo's gaze, from initial blankness, gradually became firm and sharp.

He did not die.

He came back.

This time, he would not lose again.

Leo leaned against the Wall and slowly stood up.

Following his memory, he walked toward the depths of the Warehouse; if he remembered correctly, there seemed to be a spare Mecha of the Clan here.

Raised Dust floated in the air, carrying the pungent Smell of rust and old machine oil.

This Underground Warehouse had been sealed for who knows how many years; the Saint Galus Family Coat of Arms on the Wall had long faded and become mottled.

Exposed Pipes were covered with traces of age, the accumulated ash beneath his feet thick enough to cover his Boot Soles, each step leaving clear footprints.

Leo remembered very clearly that when he was young, his grandfather had stroked his head and said this Warehouse was the Clan's last trump card, and it must not be opened unless the Clan faced extinction.

And the only key to opening the Warehouse was the Clan Gene flowing in his bloodline.

He had merely pressed his palm against the identification area of the Gate, and this alloy Gate weighing dozens of tons opened without obstruction at the sound, not a hint of mechanical jamming.

"Just what is hidden..." Leo whispered softly, sweat beading on his palm.

The emergency lighting system seemed to retain minimal Operation; as he went Deep In, the overhead sensor lights lit up one after another.

But the light was not the Empire's standard cold white; instead, it carried a strange yellow-green.

The light flickered uncertainly, stretching long shadows into Distorted Deformations, like countless monsters lurking in the dark.

The air grew increasingly humid, carrying a faint fishy sweetness.

Leo followed the Arrows engraved on the Ground forward; the Emblem was covered by Dust, yet he could still make out the ancient patterns.

That was the exclusive mark of successive Family Heads of the Saint Galus Family.

At the end of the corridor lay an abnormally vast space.

A colossal object stood silently in the center, covered from head to toe by a huge red velvet cloth.

The edges of the velvet were severely worn, covered in dust; only the towering shoulder armor and slender limb contours could be vaguely made out, like a sleeping giant.

Lei Ou's heartbeat involuntarily quickened.

He walked quickly to the wall and found the control lever coated in dust.

Taking a deep breath, he fiercely pulled the lever downward.

The creaking of turning gears and chains echoed in the empty warehouse, and the heavy red cloth whooshed to both sides along the mechanical rails.

Dust fell rustling down, raising a choking cloud of dust.

The moment the radiance fully illuminated that body, Lei Ou's pupils abruptly contracted, his breathing fiercely catching.

Bright yellow Orichalcum Armor gleamed with a steady metallic gloss under the yellow-green lights; the armor plates were engraved full of the Saint Galus Family's sacred prayer texts and Angel reliefs.

The twin-wing Coat of Arms on the shoulder armor remained clearly discernible despite the years.

It stood a full head taller than ordinary Knight Mecha, estimated at a full twelve meters high; the broad chest armor and sturdy lower limbs exuded unmatched power.

Its left arm was a thick Plasma Annihilation Cannon, the cannon mouth fully half a meter in diameter, heat sinks layered along the barrel.

Even after lying silent for many years, it still let one imagine the terrifying power when it opened fire.

The right arm held a Volcano Light Spear; the energy slots on the spear shaft were empty, yet the dark red scorch marks remaining on the cannon mouth silently told of how many enemies it had once annihilated.

"Wrath of Holy Judgment..."

Lei Ou murmured this name, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.

He would not mistake it.

This was the Saint Galus Family's only Fortress Lord Knight Mecha, the exclusive mount of successive Family Supreme Kings.

In the Family's ancient records, Wrath of Holy Judgment had once accompanied the First Supreme King on countless suppression wars.

It was the true Firepower King on the battlefield.

But ever since Grandpa Karadong grew old and retreated behind the scenes, this legendary mecha had completely vanished without a trace.

Some said it was severely damaged in war and sent to the Mars Casting World for repairs; others said it disappeared along with the old Supreme King.

Lei Ou never dreamed in his wildest imagination that it was actually sealed in the Family's abandoned underground warehouse.

"Wonderful, truly wonderful..."

Lei Ou excitedly waved his fist.

With this Fortress Lord Knight Mecha, what need had he to fear Luna's betrayal?

What need to fear those Chaos Believers? Even those Thousand Sons sorcerers, he dared fight head-on!

The Faith of Saint Galus would absolutely not fall just like that.