Chapter 92: War Hammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Bug Race

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Ice Fang Clan, Tooth City.

This "city" was built within a natural ice cave; because its internal structure was uneven and interlaced, resembling a beast's teeth, it was named Tooth City.

Compared to the Snow Claw Clan, the Ice Fang Clan was more gentle; they not only traded with the Main Hive but had even sent reinforcements to defend the Frost Ban Wall.

At this moment, inside the "Listening Cave" at the deepest part of the city, a ritual was being conducted.

Seven clan witches formed a circle, with ancient runes carved all over the ground in the center.

Their hands overlapped, low chanting echoed in the cave, psychic radiance emerged from the runes, weaving into a blurry image in the air.

Beneath the high walls, wind and snow filled the sky, a blurry figure.

And a pair of purple eyes.

"Ugh!" The old witch presiding over the ritual suddenly grunted, two streams of fresh blood flowing from his nostrils.

The other witches shook in succession, the rune light flickered violently, and then blasted open.

The ritual was interrupted.

The old witch collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath, and an assistant hurriedly handed him a herbal decoction.

"How is it?" A steady voice came from the cave entrance.

Ice Fang Kuai walked into the cave.

He was a short and stout man, his white long hair neatly trimmed, wearing a gown tanned from Ice Plains Beast hide.

The old witch drank the decoction, recovered for a while, then spoke:

"Great Chieftain, we saw the Frost Ban Wall, saw a man clad in armor amidst the wind and snow, he has a pair of purple eyes."

"Is that all?"

"The divination was interfered with." The old witch smiled bitterly.

"A powerful force is protecting that person's fate.

We forcibly probed, and could only obtain some fragments..."

He closed his eyes, repeating the information in the fragments:

"He will bring destruction and rebirth, bringing change to Brevis."

"The Ice Plains will be unified because of him."

The cave fell silent for a long time.

Ice Fang Kuai walked to the cave wall and reached out to touch the mural carved by the ancestors.

It depicted the barbaric era, the time when humans coexisted with Frost Dragons.

Those recognized by the Frost Dragon ascended the throne and became the Ice Lords of Brevis.

"Has the news brought back by the Ulf Hunting Team been verified?" he asked.

"Verified." Another witch answered.

"They indeed saw flying dragons, saw the incarnation of the Frost Dragon,

The appearance of those flying dragons is very close to the juvenile dragons in legends."

Ice Fang Kuai turned around:

"Prepare the gift; I am going to the Frost Ban Wall."

"If that person truly received the Frost Dragon's recognition..."

His gaze gradually became devout: "Then the Ice Fang Clan must stand on his side."

The legend of the Frost Dragon spread rapidly across the Ice Plains, which was exactly what Lin En wanted.

He needed a platform where the Bug Race's power could be unleashed without restraint.

Although the Main Hive had abundant resources, it was also the focal point of countless eyes.

The surveillance of the State Religion, the spies of the Noble Council, the data eavesdropping of the Machine Cult, and even possible hidden agents of the Tribunal.

There, any biomass movement beyond common sense or abnormal energy fluctuations could bring about a catastrophe.

Some bad memories and a... shiny bald head surfaced in his mind.

Lin En's gaze finally fell upon the vast wilderness beyond Man River, covered in ice and snow, and the Mutant Settlements surviving there.

From a legal and imperial custom perspective, these sub-humans who had developed stable mutations due to long-term radiation should have been purified.

It was a single thought of "benevolence" from a certain Governor hundreds of years ago and the First Supreme King of the Saint Galus Family.

Ultimately, they were merely exiled rather than eliminated, forming the current situation.

And this few hundred years of exile life shaped a unique "Savage Culture."

Their faith in the Emperor grew indifferent due to being abandoned, and their obedience to imperial law was limited to the rule of not crossing Man River.

They formed their own system, possessing their own social structure, faith inheritance, and survival logic.

The Imperial Bureaucrat system's control over them was weak, and the Tribunal's Purification Command had not arrived for a long time due to Brevis's remoteness.

For Lin En, this was simply a perfect experimental field.

A vast territory with vague laws, loose faith, and scarce surveillance.

Through the files provided by Carter and the intelligence collected by Butcher, Lin En gained a deep understanding of the current state of Mutant society.

Division, hatred, struggling to survive, and ancient myths picked up once again.

Among them, the legends of the "Frost Dragon" and the "Ice Lord" especially caught his attention.

In Lin En's view, this was not merely a myth; it was a key to opening up the situation.

If he could bind himself to this legend, then any action he took on the Ice Plains would gain a natural layer of camouflage easily understood by the locals.

This foolish attack launched by the Snow Claw Clan not only failed to inflict fatal damage, but accidentally provided him with an excellent opportunity.

He deliberately let many Snow Claw Clan cavalrymen go, in order to let the matter ferment quickly across the Ice Plains.

Now the situation had been laid out, and the Snow Claw Clan's interior would inevitably fall into a violent conflict between faith and reality.

The Ice Fang Clan and other forces would surely be stirred into action upon hearing the news.

Lin En stroked the already sleeping Tearing Worm, his gaze toward the distant snow mountains.

The Ice Plains would become Lena's new nest, and also become the foundation of his strength to fight against the Green Skin.

And the legend of the "Frost Dragon" would be the most perfect and effective disguise.

Everything was developing in the direction he needed.

Upper City, Saint Galus Castle.

The Supreme King Hall was in utter disarray.

Karadong sat on the throne, his chest heaving violently, the liquid in his life-support pipes bubbling with anger.

Scattered on the ground were shattered data slates and wine cups.

"Idiots, a bunch of idiots!!!"

The roar echoed in the spacious hall.

Kneeling below were three nobles, all members of the Twelve Star Families.

They kept their heads down, trembling all over.

"Assassinating the Governor, using Mutants as knives, is your head filled with shit?!"

Karadong grabbed the last intact wine cup at hand and smashed it onto the head of the noble in the middle.

The wine cup shattered, blood flowing down his forehead, but the noble dared not wipe it.

"Supreme King, calm your anger!" the noble on the left said in a trembling voice.

"We, we only wanted to make that outsider retreat in the face of difficulty, unexpectedly..."

"Unexpectedly what? You think you can remove the Governor of Brevis, the Emperor's Divine Chosen, with just a handful of Mutants?!"

The battle report from Broken Canyon arrived on his desk ten minutes ago.

The report was written vaguely, only saying "encountered ambush, repelled enemy forces."

But the news from the intelligence network was more detailed: a million cavalry were completely annihilated by a mysterious creature, and the Governor faced off against a creature suspected to be the Frost Dragon.

If true, Karadong felt a chill.

He of course knew the legend of the Frost Dragon.

"Listen." Karadong suppressed his anger, his voice ice-cold.

"I give you two days to go turn yourselves in to Carter yourself; perhaps a glimmer of hope can still be left for your families."

The three nobles' faces turned pale, but they could only comply.

After they left, a man in a magnificent uniform walked into the hall.

Calem Saint Galus, one of the three lords in charge of internal affairs in the family.

"Calum, tell those good-for-nothings in the Noble Council."

"From today on, all actions targeting the Governor are completely stopped."

"Give him grain if he wants grain, give him people if he wants people; before he returns from the Frost Ban Wall, I do not want any more 'accidents'."

"Understood." Calum bowed and left the hall.

Karadong leaned against the throne, closing his eyes.

Only the ticking of the life-support system remained in the hall.

After a long while, he opened his eyes and said to the empty hall:

"Have the 'Shadow Ravens' departed?"

A response came from the shadows: "They left the nest an hour ago."

"Those pieces of trash, how dare they dream of escaping the crime of assassinating the Governor just by turning themselves in."

A trace of resolve flashed in his eyes.