But the Tyranids's thought process is ultimately different from that of humans.
Witnessing Lynn buried in piles of paperwork every day, presiding over lengthy meetings, bickering with the nobles of the main hive, and appeasing the emotions of various factions.
Rena finally couldn't help but ask:
" Lynn, they're all such a nuisance, why don't I just eat them all?"
"Direct removal, more efficient."
In her view, all this internal strife and maneuvering among humans is meaningless; the laws of the Tyranids are always simple and direct.
Clear obstacles, the strong devour the weak, make rational use of resources, and evolve efficiently.
Lynn put down the documents in her hand, her fingertips gently stroking the miniature Ripper on the table, her tone gentle yet firm:
" Rena, I can't do this."
"Why?" Rena asked, puzzled.
"First, there's the limitation of strength," Lynn explained.
"Although your swarm is growing in size, neither its quality nor its quantity is sufficient to directly confront the entire armed forces of Brevis."
The Knight House possess powerful mechs, the Ecclesiarchy has potential Psyker and fanatical followers, and it may even be hiding a secret weapon of the Inquisition.
If we were to commit mass slaughter against humanity, we would become the enemy of the entire planet, and the losses would outweigh the gains.
He paused, his tone softening slightly. "More importantly, they are my compatriots."
"Compatriots?" Rena repeated the word, puzzled.
In her view, her "comrades," who were controlled by the Hive Mind, were merely delicious biomass.
"Human 'fellows' are different," Lynn said softly.
Even though there are ugly, greedy, and foolish people among them, there are also many kind and innocent people.
"I cannot bring myself to commit mass slaughter of my own kind; it is a matter of conscience as a human being."
"Conscience?" Rena chewed on the word repeatedly; at this stage, these complex terms were still somewhat difficult for her to understand.
"Moreover, I am now their governor, and this position brings not only power, but also responsibility."
"Just like how you guide your swarm of insects to devour biomass and avoid danger."
"I also want to try to save them and make life better for the people of Brevis."
This is a sense of 'responsibility' inherent in human nature; you'll understand it gradually.
Rena fell silent, her compound eyes flashing with a complex expression, a mixture of understanding and confusion.
In the world of the Tyranids, there is no "responsibility," only survival and evolution, but she remembered Lynn's words.
You can't just eat them.
Once again, Lynn personally led his troops to wipe out a group of remnants of the Orks army hiding in the ice cave.
After the battle, watching the Orks corpses being burned by flamethrower soldiers, Rena suddenly asked:
" Lynn, you must kill all the Orks and other Xenos."
"I'm Xenos too, why are you so nice to me?"
Lynn paused as he wiped the green bloodstains off his Power Sword.
He looked up at the distant ice field, where the wind and snow continued to ravage the land.
"Because we've tried coexisting with Xenos." His voice was low, carrying a barely perceptible heaviness.
"During humanity's Dark Age of Technology, we shared knowledge, demarcated boundaries, and coexisted peacefully with other intelligent Xenos."
"But when humanity faced disaster, at its most vulnerable moment, those Xenos did not hesitate to launch a war and slaughtered 99% of our colonies."
"Since then, humanity has understood one thing."
The Ripper tilted its head and asked, "What's the reason?"
"The only safe Xenos in this universe is the Xenos that has been completely purified."
"Oh~"
He looked down at the miniature Ripper, his eyes gentle:
"But you're different. Our fates were intertwined from the moment we met in the sewers of Necromunda."
"You've become a part of my life, and the final answer... I'll leave it to you to discover."
Rena remained silent for a long time, without asking any further questions.
The word "fate" was too profound for her to comprehend at the moment, but she could sense the sincerity in Lynn's tone.
She was indeed different from those slaughtered Xenos.
A feeling of secret joy welled up inside her; she realized that she was a "special" person in Lynn's heart.
Meanwhile, Inquisitor Sorine Wimlot's surveillance never ceased.
She hid at a concealed observation post outside the temporary command post, closely monitoring Lynn's every move through high-tech telescopes and Psychic Power detectors.
Recently, Sorine believes she has made a major discovery.
She noticed that Lynn often talked to herself.
Sometimes they whisper to the air, sometimes their fingertips lightly touch their collar or cuffs, as if communicating with some unseen entity.
And he always has this silly grin on his face during conversations, which is really strange.
Based on previous observations, Lynn's unique Psychic Power fluctuations during his battle with the Ork Warboss and his conversation with the suspected savage leader Forbidden Wall...
The feeling she got was neither the corrosive power of Chaos nor the holy power of Emperor, but rather a strange, icy coldness.
Sorine became increasingly suspicious that Lynn was connected to some strange existence in the Warp, or to other Xenos.
But at the same time, she was also caught in a deep dilemma.
Lynn was publicly recognized as the " Emperor's Chosen " by Archbishop Goodwin of the Ecclesiarchy, and the archbishop had even communicated with her privately.
The implication in her words was that she should not meddle too much.
Moreover, all of Kerry von's public actions to date.
Counter the Orks, stabilize the Forbidden Wall defenses, settle the Icefield Clan, and integrate the forces.
They are all actively fulfilling their duties as governors, and some are even doing it better than previous governors.
There is no conclusive evidence to prove that he lost his loyalty to the Emperor.
Sorine ultimately decided to remain undercover; she needed more conclusive evidence, especially irrefutable proof that directly demonstrated Lynn's connection to the " Tyranids " or " Chaos."
She adjusted her observation position, becoming even more concealed, like a deadly viper, waiting for the opportunity to strike.
Lynn's work has become increasingly busy these past few days.
The Vanguard IV Legion arrived at the Forbidden Wall; this force was mainly composed of newly trained Lower City militia.
Their fighting strength was limited, but their numbers were enormous, totaling five million.
Lynn needs to reorganize this force and assign defense zones based on the soldiers' physical fitness and weapon proficiency.
It is necessary to coordinate their relationship with the existing PDF troops and noble private armies to avoid conflict.
A much larger logistical challenge needs to be addressed, ensuring the timely supply of food, ammunition, and medical supplies.
They must also maintain contact with Carter in the main hive and deal with the difficulties and questions from the Noble Council.
He often worked until late at night, and his office light was always the last one to go out in the command center.
When he was tired, he would lean back in his chair, close his eyes, and feel the cool touch from Rena; that was his only way to relax.