Chapter 462: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Lei Ou couldn't wait to climb up the maintenance ladder on the mecha's leg.

The metal ladder was covered in rust stains, but still stable.

Soon, he reached the entrance to the cockpit.

The gene identification lock beside the hatch was covered in a thin layer of dust; Lei Ou reached out, wiped away the dust, and pressed his palm against it.

"Beep! Gene match successful, Saint Galus direct bloodline, permission level: Supreme King Direct Line."

A cold mechanical synthesized voice sounded, and the identification lock glowed with a faint blue radiance.

The cockpit hatch hissed as it depressurized, and the thick orichalcum hatch slid open to the side.

The smile on Lei Ou's face froze completely the moment he saw the scene inside the cockpit.

An old man sat quietly on the cockpit seat.

He wore a worn-out family-standard combat armor, the armor covered in scratches and burn marks, the Supreme King Emblem on his chest dim and lusterless.

His white hair was scattered messily across his forehead, his back slightly hunched, his head bowed, as if asleep.

That face, Lei Ou knew too well.

Karamadon Saint Galrus.

His grandfather, who had been missing for several months, the previous Supreme King of the Saint Galus Family.

"Grandfather?!"

Lei Ou's voice cracked a little.

He subconsciously took a step forward, then suddenly paused, unable to believe his own eyes.

How could Grandfather be here?

He had been missing for a full four months, and everyone thought he had met with misfortune or been captured by Chaos Believers.

But he had actually been staying in the cockpit of the Wrath of the Holy Judgment all along?

As if hearing his voice, the old man on the seat slowly raised his head.

His eyes were cloudy, his whites covered in bloodshot veins, his originally sharp gaze vanished without a trace, leaving only the decay of twilight years.

When his gaze fell on Lei Ou's face, his cloudy pupils suddenly contracted, and the corners of his mouth twitched violently.

He seemed to want to say something, but his throat could only emit a hoarse gasp, unable to utter a single word.

He shook his head desperately, his eyes full of terror and urgency, as if using his last bit of strength to urge Lei Ou to leave quickly.

"Grandfather, what's wrong? How did you end up here?"

Lei Ou's heart tightened, and just as he was about to step forward to check his condition, a sudden change occurred.

"Pfft~!"

Suddenly, countless dark red tumor tentacles drilled out from the seams of the seat.

They were like living blood vessels, constantly writhing and swelling, drilling into the seams of Karamadon's combat armor along his limbs and torso, spreading rapidly.

Those fleshy tentacles glowed with a greasy luster, their surfaces bulging with pustules that burst to release sticky dark red juice, emitting a rotten smell.

In the blink of an eye, the tumors covered Karamadon's entire body.

His face was wrapped in flesh, reshaped, his bones making creaking sounds under his skin, his features changing bit by bit.

Finally, a face of decrepit old age emerged from the flesh.

His eyebrows and eyes were six or seven parts similar to Karamadon's, but older, more gloomy, his skin the color of dead ash, his eye sockets sunken, without pupils, only a patch of chaotic gray-white.

"!"

A chill instantly surged up Lei Ou's back, and every hair on his body stood on end.

Chaos!

It was the contaminating power of Chaos!

Grandfather... had been contaminated by Chaos?!

Anger instantly overcame fear.

Lei Ou let out a low growl, clenched his right fist, and smashed it hard at that strange old man's face.

The fist struck the tumor, without the expected sound of flesh shattering, but rather like smashing into a lump of sticky modeling clay.

A soft, icy cold sensation crawled up from the fist surface; those flesh masses surged and adhered, actually trying to spread up along his wrist and drag him in as well.

"Damn it!"

Lei Ou's heart sank, his left hand immediately reached for the laser pistol at his waist, and pulled the trigger aimed at the area where the tumors were most dense.

"Zila!"

The scorching laser beam struck the flesh, burning charred pits and emitting foul black smoke.

The tumors seemed to feel pain and suddenly contracted; Lei Ou took the opportunity to yank back hard, withdrawing his right fist.

His fist was covered in dark red mucus, slightly corrosive, his skin feeling a needle-prick-like stabbing pain.

He shook his hand, retreated half a step, and stared warily at the monster in the cockpit, shouting sternly:

"What exactly are you?!"

The old man's face slowly turned, its empty eye sockets "gazing" at Lei Ou.

The next second, it emitted a leaking laugh from its throat, like an old bellows being pulled, hoarse and piercing.

"Karadong... is this the child you speak of, the one who can uphold the glory of the Saint Galus Family?"

It laughed as it slowly "stood" up from the seat.

Not standing on its legs, but propped up by the tumor tentacles beneath its body, it rose upright from the cockpit seat.

More flesh spread along the cabin walls, like a poisonous fungus unfurling.

"Not bad, not bad, young bloodline, vigorous vitality." Its gaze swept greedily over Lei Ou's entire body.

"Far more useful than your old bones."

The contaminated breath of Chaos surged toward him, and Lei Ou's stomach churned.

Watching this monster wear his grandfather's face and critique him in the tone of an elder, the anger in his chest nearly burned through his skull.

"Shut up! Who do you think you are to point fingers at the Saint Galus Family?!"

Lei Ou roared, raising his laser pistol again and pulling the trigger without hesitation.

Shot after shot, searing beams of light fired continuously at that old man's face.

Striking its flesh-and-blood body, they burned out charred holes one after another.

But those holes writhed and healed at a visible speed, dark red granulation tissue surging and growing, and within seconds it was restored as before, not a single scar left behind.

Lei Ou did not stop, his fingers gripping the trigger tightly until the pistol made a soft "click," the energy magazine completely depleted, thin white smoke rising from the muzzle.

The monster in the cockpit still stood there unharmed, even tilting its head slightly, as if looking at an unreasonable child.

"Young man, always so impatient." It spoke slowly, its voice carrying undisguised teasing.

"Just like your grandfather when he was young, full of hot blood but not a bit of brain."

It paused, its gray eyes "sweeping" over Lei Ou's tense body, its tone carrying a strange seduction:

"Aren't you curious who I am? Aren't you curious why Karadong is here?"

"Aren't you curious... what exactly is the secret that the Saint Galus Family has guarded for generations?"

Lei Ou tossed aside the empty pistol and drew the tactical dagger at his waist with his backhand.

The moment he pressed the activation key, the dagger instantly heated to glowing red.

He crouched, assuming a standard combat stance, his eyes sharp as blades.

"I don't care what you are." Lei Ou's voice was cold as ice, "A Chaos Traitor impersonating my grandfather has only a dead end."

"Dead?"

The monster laughed with a hoarse sound, the flesh of the entire cockpit trembling slightly with it.

"Child, death is merely another kind of beginning."

"Just like your grandfather, he thought he could change everything, but in the end, didn't he still walk the same road as me."

It leaned down, the face seventy percent similar to Karadong's drawing close to Lei Ou, murky mucus seeping from its hollow eye sockets.

"Do you know?" Its voice was pressed very low, like a poisonous snake flicking its tongue by the ear.

"Ten years ago, he had already accepted the Lord's grace."