Chapter 70: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Xenos

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

The awkward scene did not last long.

Carter stepped forward, signaling the guards to quickly clear away the xenos heads rolling everywhere.

At the same time, he guided Lin En's group onto the motorcade that had long been waiting.

Lin En's party rode in an ornately decorated Leman Russ tank.

It served both as security and as a display of force.

Lin En noticed one detail: only the soldiers and attendants Carter brought had no Twelve Star Emblem on their right shoulders.

The motorcade slowly left the helipad and headed for the Imperial Cathedral.

Along both sides of the road, the "crowd" welcoming them was still packed tight.

They waved Bryweiss flags or small Twelve Star Emblem flags, smiles on their faces, shouting a unified slogan:

"Welcome, Governor Kerry·Feng!"

"Bryweiss welcomes new hope!"

"May the God Emperor protect us!"

Their voices were loud, their movements uniform, like a group of puppets putting on a show.

Sitting in the vehicle, Lin En swept his purple eyes across those faces through the one-way glass, keenly catching the change.

The smiles were still just as fake, but deep in their eyes, something else had been added.

Fear and rejection.

This was their instinctive rejection of this new governor who "didn't play by the rules."

The people of Upper City had long grown accustomed to the rule of the Noble Council.

Accustomed to living comfortable, stable, almost unchanging days under the council's rules.

To them, past governors were merely travelers from a distant galaxy, a "process" they had to deal with.

Empty-headed fools who only put on a show and were replaced every few years.

They had never truly expected a governor to bring any change, and they feared change.

Today, however, this new governor had just disembarked and, with several hundred xenos heads, broke something.

He declared in the most bloody and direct way: I'm not here to go through the motions!

This made the Upper City residents, accustomed to peace, feel uneasy.

Gus stood behind Lin En, watching the flag-waving crowd on both sides, his expression growing uglier.

At first, when Lin En used his identity to enjoy the crowd's welcome, Gus felt a mix of emotions.

Not only the reluctance of being forced to submit, but also a trace of "envy."

That was a scene he had imagined countless times.

Standing under the spotlight, enjoying the attention of all, holding power, glory without limit.

That taste was like mistaking a trifoliate orange for an orange—an indescribable sourness.

But now Gus also felt the scrutiny beneath those "crowd" members' enthusiastic smiles.

The whispers and strange gazes hidden in the cheers changed Gus's mindset somewhat.

Glory? Indeed glorious.

The Leman Russ tank led the way, PDF elites escorting, with the crowd "lining the road to welcome" along the route.

This was Bryweiss's highest-standard reception, the pomp befitting a planetary governor.

But Gus watched the crowd on both sides, whose smiles were false and whose gazes were complex.

He suddenly realized that the position of governor was far from being just glory and power.

It was a lonely peak.

Those standing atop it were exposed to everyone's gaze, bearing all the pressure from this planet.

The Noble Council's contempt, the State Religion's scrutiny, the crowd's rejection, the Green Skin threat...

All this pressure would fall upon the person before him alone.

He who would wear the crown must bear its weight.

The motorcade traveled for about twenty minutes before finally reaching the absolute core of the Bravius Main Hive.

"Bryweiss Square," where the Imperial Cathedral stood.

The square was absurdly large, its ground paved with pure white giant stone slabs, and in the center stood a fifty-meter-tall Emperor Golden Statue.

It held the Burning Holy Sword, the sword pointing toward the distance, as if the Great Crusade launched ten thousand years ago was right before their eyes.

Inside the square was this trip's destination, the Bryweiss Imperial Cathedral.

It was a colossal Gothic building that could be called a miracle.

Its cloud-piercing spires seemed to tear through the sky, and the great bell atop the tower rang solemn welcoming chimes.

The church's front featured a ten-meter-tall relief archway, carved with the Emperor's great feat of unifying Terra and launching expeditions across the Star Sea.

This scene of luxury and grandeur to the extreme made Lin En take an extra look.

But what most caught Lin En's eye was not the cathedral, but the two colossal figures on either side of the church's main gate.

Two towering giants over ten meters tall.

On the massive sacred machine, battle scars and inscriptions from Machine Cult prayers covered every surface.

Its left arm bore the Death God Chainsword, its right arm the Vengeance Gatling Cannon.

The head followed the classic Knight Mecha design, with narrow observation slits like squinted eyes, and an honor symbol atop.

"Xunyou-class Knight Mecha."

Even seated in the famed "Imperial Main Battle Tank," the Leman Russ tank, Lin En and the others could only "look up."

Before those two Knight Mechas, the Leman Russ tank Lin En sat in was no different from a child's toy.

Gus unconsciously swallowed in the front vehicle.

He had long known the Holy Bear Galus Family possessed Knight Mechas, but the shock of seeing them with his own eyes far surpassed any written description.

Butcher's expression turned grave; this scene was a bit beyond him.

Dou Dou's eyes widened—his limited brain capacity could hardly understand why this iron knot could grow so large!

He wanted to ask what they ate to grow like that.

Mu Ren Yi Hao maintained an elegant sitting posture, wearing the standard Governor's Wife Smile on her face.

But as the convoy drove into the square, the moment she saw those two Knight Mechas,

her body instantly "tensed" abnormally.

The smile remained on her face, but in the depths of her eyes, Lena's consciousness rippled with obvious "fluctuation."

Feelings of vigilance and unease were transmitted to Lin En through the system connection.

Lin En immediately gripped Isud's hand.

The warmth from her palm was ice-cold.

He composedly responded to Lena through the system connection.

"It's alright, Lena, I'm here."

He could understand Lena's unease.

The core of a Knight Mecha was the "Mechanical Throne," a highly complex neural interface and psychic amplification system.

It not only connected the knight and the mecha, but over long ages also nurtured a unique "machine soul."

This machine soul was not a Warp Entity; it was a special existence born from the long-term fusion of machine and will, faith and slaughter.

It naturally rejected all non-human creatures and wills.

And Lena clearly felt the rejection and oppression from the Knight Mecha's machine soul at this moment.

The two Knight Mechas stood there, constantly creating a lasting sense of oppression for Lena.

Lin En was now filled with rage.

A show of force.

This was a naked show of force.

Lin En narrowed his eyes, killing intent hidden in his purple pupils.

"An unwelcome guest."

This new governor of mine hadn't even "made his three fires as a new official" yet.

The Noble Council had already put on this show for me.

The two Knight Mechas stood like door gods at the entrance of the State Religion Cathedral.

What did this mean?

Inside the cathedral's main tower.

Supreme King Karamadon Saint Galrus silently stared at Lin En on the square through a viewing device.

Karadong watched Lin En's every move.

This new governor had no awkwardness of a newcomer, no flattery toward power, not even awe for the Knight Mechas.

At this moment, Lin En seemed to "sense" something.

He suddenly turned his head, his purple pupils precisely "looking toward" Karadong.

Karadong never expected the other party to be so sharp.

He immediately ordered his attendant to remove the device.

After a moment, he slowly said: "Aura leaking, looking for death!"