Chapter 75: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg? Chapter 75 Mass Concluded

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

And as Karamadon Saint Galrus, the power center of Brevis, naturally stood in the first row, witnessing the Governor's coronation ceremony.

Karamadon Saint Galrus had thought he wouldn't need to act himself to deal with this new trouble, and was smugly pleased.

Until he saw Lin En holding aloft the scepter, bathed in divine grace.

His green eyes were full of shock, his mechanical false teeth nearly ground to pieces.

The Emperor's Manifestation?

At a time like this? On a young man with no achievements whatsoever?

Karamadon Saint Galrus did not believe in the gods, or rather, he had never believed in the merciful Emperor of the State Religion's propaganda.

But in the cold, rational "Human Lord" who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

But he also knew that "The Emperor's Manifestation" was something the State Religion could never forge.

Karamadon Saint Galrus fell silent for a moment.

Then, with a reluctant mood, he lowered his head, pulling the life-support lines on his body to their limit.

Though reluctant in his heart, his loyalty to the Emperor had never changed.

Inside the cathedral hall.

The golden light gradually dissipated, and the holy wind slowly ceased.

But the gem atop the scepter still radiated a gentle and sacred golden glow.

Lin En lowered the scepter, surveying the dense crowd kneeling below.

A smile graced his face.

"All of you, rise."

The voice was not loud, yet it carried throughout the hall.

The crowd hesitated and rose one by one.

The nobles' gazes toward Lin En had completely changed.

From contempt and doubt to awe and fear, even fawning.

Archbishop Goodwin stood up, his pure white eyes looking at Lin En, nodding slightly.

"The Mass continues," he announced.

The following procedures became simple and natural.

The final segment was personally brought up by the Minister of Justice of Brevis: a batch of death-row criminals.

According to tradition, the new Governor needed to publicly order the execution of these criminals during the Mass.

To prove the Governor's "supreme jurisprudence" and "divine right of kings."

Lin En did not hesitate.

He gripped the scepter, looking at the deathly pale criminals below, and spoke without emotion:

"In the name of the Emperor, by the authority of the Governor of Brevix Planet, I sentence you...

"To death!"

The Minister of Justice bowed: "As you command, Governor's Excellency."

Gunshots rang out, corpses fell to the ground.

Fresh blood stained the cathedral floor red.

But no one thought it improper.

On the contrary, this bloody scene made the nobles even more convinced.

This new Governor was not a merciful character.

He had the Emperor's recognition and was decisive in killing.

He was absolutely not someone easy to provoke.

The Mass officially ended in a solemn and bloody atmosphere.

After the ceremony, a crowd of nobles immediately surrounded Lin En.

They wore smiles on their faces, spoke in humble tones, and vied with each other to introduce themselves to Lin En and express their loyalty.

They invited Lin En to visit their manors, or hinted they could provide various "help."

Those who had just mocked him coldly, even wanting to see him exposed on the spot, changed faces faster than flipping a book.

Lin En did not reject these people's flattery.

He had just arrived and needed to understand the power distribution of Brevis, and needed to make connections.

He smiled and conversed with everyone, noting down their names and affiliated clans.

Soon, through conversation, he learned some deeper information.

The twelve stars on the Twelve Star Emblem represented the "Twelve Clans" with the greatest power.

They almost monopolized fifty percent of the food production lines and purified water lines in Bryweiss Upper City.

Each clan controlled at least ten food production lines, or at least three purified water lines.

They were the core of the Noble Council, the true rulers.

Besides these twelve clans, the Noble Council also had several hundred minor and mid-level nobles.

They more or less controlled some food and purified water lines, but their scale was far inferior to that of the Twelve Clans.

Moreover, he noticed that the Noble Council was not monolithic.

The Twelve Clans competed and checked each other.

The middle and small nobles divided into different factions, depending on different Twelve Clans, or huddled together for warmth, seeking survival in the cracks.

Lin En also noticed that a small group of nobles wore emblems that were not the Twelve Star Emblem, but other styles of coats of arms.

There were not many of them, about a dozen or so, gathered together, appearing somewhat marginalized.

But their gaze toward Lin En was more "eager" than that of other noble factions.

That was a gaze that had seen "hope."

One middle-aged man, presumably the leader of this group, had waited for a long time.

Seeing a gap appear in the crowd around Lin En, he hurriedly took the initiative to step forward and strike up a conversation with Lin En.

He introduced himself as Jake·Chake, the leader of the "Zake Faction."

"Governor's Excellency, congratulations on receiving the Emperor's recognition," Jake·Chake said with a sincere tone.

"Brevis has not welcomed such a grand scene for a long time."

Lin En chatted with him for a few sentences and found Jake·Chake very talkative and good at gauging the measure.

He revealed some information about their group.

The Zake Faction was composed of more than a dozen middle and small clans huddled together.

These clans originally had quite decent industries, but because they did not submit to any one of the Twelve Clans.

Over the past few decades, they were constantly suppressed.

Industries shrank, talent was lost, and status declined.

They had tried resistance, but their strength was too weak, instead inviting even harsher suppression.

Thus they fell into a vicious cycle of being suppressed, generating hatred, not submitting, continuing to be suppressed, and hatred deepening.

Until over a decade ago, these clans decided to huddle together for warmth and formed the "Zake Faction."

After huddling, the situation improved somewhat; at least, the Twelve Clans would no longer openly bully them.

But their industries continued to shrink slowly.

They urgently needed a "thigh" to help them stabilize the current situation, and even to sound the horn of counterattack.

And Keli Feng, this newly appointed Governor who had just received the Emperor's recognition, seemed like a very good choice.

But Jake·Chake was very cautious.

He did not directly propose "surrendering to," but constantly probed Lin En's attitude and understood Lin En's "strength."

As far as he knew, Lin En currently only had the title of "Governor" and those resources on the Xian Ge Hao.

And the Twelve Clans had operated in Brevis for several hundred years, deeply rooted, controlling the lifeline resources of the Nest Capital.

Was Lin En's weight really enough?

Lin En was also hesitating.

He needed allies, especially these middle and small nobles who were excluded and had the will to resist.

But he did not know the details of the Zake Faction, nor understood their conduct.

He did not know whether they truly wanted to resist, or just wanted to change their backer in the power game.

Both sides chatted well, but both maintained a subtle distance.

Just as the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.

Carter arrived.

This Chief Executive still wore that impeccable gray military uniform, his hair neatly combed, expression serious.

He did not directly join the conversation, but silently walked to a position half a step behind Lin En.

Like an obscure guard by the Governor's side.

But this simple action caused a subtle change in the atmosphere.

All the noble factions conversing with Lin En looked at Carter in unison.

Their eyes were filled with awe, and as a matter of course?

Lin En keenly captured all of this.

He realized that this Chief Executive under his command might really "have something."

Carter's prestige and strength in Brevis were probably higher than he imagined.

Moreover, Carter choosing to appear at this time point, standing by his side in this posture, was itself a "statement of position."

He was telling everyone, I am the Governor's man.

The people around were not surprised that he would do this.

Lin En made up his mind somewhat.

He casually chatted a few more sentences with Jake·Chake, then actively ended the topic.

"Mr. Chake, very glad to meet you, let's talk another day."

Jake·Chake hurriedly bowed: "Awaiting Governor's Excellency at any time."

Lin En nodded, and under Carter's accompaniment, left the crowd.

He needed to digest today's information to understand more about the true situation of Brevis.

He always felt that the actual situation of Brevis might be more complex than he imagined.