As soon as he finished speaking, the system interface disappeared from the edge of his field of vision.
But Lynn could sense an invisible connection quietly growing deep within his and Sorine's consciousness.
Lynn crouched down, looking directly at Sorine was curled up on the floor.
The golden flames on her chest had died down. Sorine's cheeks were swollen and red, and blood trickled from the corners of her mouth, yet she still stubbornly held her chin up.
His voice regained its composure. "The world is not black and white, Sorine Wimlot."
Sorine raised her swollen, red eyes and stared Daidai at him.
"The rules of the Inquisition are not the standard by which everything is measured. The will of the God-Emperor is to protect humanity, not to be bound by cold dogma."
Lynn's gaze fell on the rose badge on her chest.
You don't necessarily have to be my enemy.
"Stay by my side, witness it, look forward to it!"
" Brevis will be great again!!!"
A long silence fell over the carriage.
Only the sound of the wind outside the window occasionally whistled softly through the gaps in the armor.
Sorine looked into Lynn's eyes; there was no deception in those purple eyes, only a firm belief.
That was a kind of unwavering desire to protect something, so similar to her original aspiration as Inquisitor to protect humanity.
She thought of the refugees in Brevis, and the soldiers on the front lines who, under Lynn's leadership, had food and hope.
She, who was supposed to protect them, was instead branded a heretic by cold dogma.
After a long silence, Sorine moved her lips and, as if possessed, replied, "Okay."
From then on, Lynn's forces gained another " Lictor ".
Rewind a few days, to the time when Lynn and Sorine were confronting each other.
Deep within the icy plains, in the settlement of the Snow Claw Clan, a miracle is about to be recorded in the annals of the icy plains.
At that time, the snowstorm on the ice field had just stopped, and the pale gray clouds hung low.
The Snow Claw Clan members were busy clearing snow from their camp, and no one noticed something rapidly approaching from the horizon.
The silence was first broken by a piercing sound of something cutting through the air.
That wasn't the howling of a blizzard, but the tearing sound of airflow being cut by a huge wing membrane, growing louder and louder as it approached.
The first to look up at the sky was a savage warrior guarding the edge of the camp.
His spear landed on the snow, his eyes wide with shock.
More and more tribesmen who heard the commotion stopped what they were doing and craned their necks to look up at the sky.
Ten enormous, azure-blue shadows swooped down from the depths of the clouds.
Their wingspan exceeds ten meters, and their bodies are covered with layers of scales that gleam coldly in the dim light.
A pair of cold, merciless vertical pupils of dragon eyes pierced the long neck of the dragon, overlooking the camp below.
The overwhelming pressure from the apex predator swept over them, silencing the entire Snow Claw Clan.
This is the Winged Tyranid Prime that Rena Number Two personally cultivated using a large amount of biomass.
They are also offspring and kind of " Dragon of Frost " Rena.
Between the claws of each Winged Tyranid Prime lies a massive block of solid blue ice.
The ice was over ten meters in diameter, with pale blue frost patterns flowing across its surface, and something could be vaguely seen wriggling inside.
Ten Winged Tyranid Prime circled the camp three times, each circle bringing with it a violent gale.
Their dragon eyes swept over their people below, seeing only the cold indifference of food.
Immediately, they released their claws at the same time.
Ten huge blocks of blue ice crashed down onto the open space in front of the altar cave.
"Boom, boom~" Ten loud explosions followed in succession, ice shards flew dozens of meters high, and the ground trembled violently, just like an earthquake.
After the solid ice landed, the ten Winged Tyranid Prime and soared into the sky, quickly disappearing into the depths of the clouds.
Only the Brevis savages, stunned and speechless by the raging, frigid wind, remained.
The camp was silent for several dozen seconds.
The same scene unfolded at the Ice Fang Clan's settlement, also involving ten blocks of solid ice.
The first to kneel was Snow Claw Rain, the great patriarch of the Snow Claw Clan.
She knelt down, her forehead pressed heavily against the cold, frozen earth, reciting the oldest prayers of the ice fields.
On the other side, Ice Fang Kuai, the great patriarch of the Ice Fang Clan, was the first to kneel down.
Then came all the Brevis savages.
Tens of thousands of savages knelt in the snow, their foreheads pressed against the frozen earth, none daring to raise their heads.
They firmly believed that this was the arrival of the Dragon of Frost, an emissary sent by the Ice Lord.
And within the Snow Claw Clan, there were several cavalrymen who had previously participated in the attack on Lynn.
Having witnessed the "dragon's might," their already somewhat unstable mental state completely collapsed.
They knelt on the ground, their hands tightly covering their heads, their bodies trembling violently, their eyes unfocused.
A moment later, Snow Claw Rain and Ice Fang Kuai rose and personally led the tribe's most elite warriors.
They carefully carried the ten blocks of blue ice deep into the altar cave.
The divine messengers in green robes stood guard at the cave entrance, their faces expressionless.
"The sacred relic of the Dragon of Frost; mortals are forbidden to approach it, or face death."
No one dared to disobey.
Deep within the altar cave, the biomass conversion network constructed by Rena Number Two was activated, with each piece melting into a soldier insect nest mother.
The mountain of offerings, the corpses of ice field beasts, and the remains of Orks were all completely decomposed by the mother insect.
They transform into the purest biomass and gene fragments, which recombine and fuse within the mother insect's body.
For a full day and night, a deep, rhythmic thumping sound, like the beating of a giant heart, echoed from inside the altar cave.
At dawn the next day, as the first rays of light shone on the ice field, the throbbing sound inside the cave abruptly stopped.
Immediately afterwards, a series of white figures emerged from the cave.
Those were creatures that had never appeared on the ice field before.
They are slightly smaller than the Ice-Ridge Land Beast, with a shoulder height of about 1.6 meters and a body length of 2 meters. They look like a miniature version of the Ice Strider and are equally agile and fierce.
Its fur is snow-white, blending perfectly with the icy environment, and a hard, light blue carapace is faintly visible beneath the fur.
Their forelimbs are the most striking feature.
Each creature's forelimbs are different; some have evolved into bony claws up to half a meter long, pale blue, and incredibly sharp.
Some evolved into bio-cannons, with a translucent crystalline structure at the muzzle, through which pale blue energy flowed, capable of firing ice spikes.
The jumps, sharp turns, and tackles were all fluid and natural.
They walked lightly on the snow, without making a sound.
They can easily move through the wind and snow unaffected, as if they were native inhabitants of the ice field.
The divine messengers in green robes emerged from the cave and stood before the group of creatures, their voices completely flat:
" The Dragon of Frost's retinue is called ' Frost Soldier '."
"Their fangs are those of the Ice Lord, the guardians of Brevis."
"From this day forward, I will stand with you, my comrades, to fight against the Orks!"
The savages looked at the group of creatures known as " Frost Soldier " with complex expressions.
It was mostly awe and curiosity, with a hint of skepticism.
They look fierce, but can they really fight off the Orks?