Lynn looked at Kerry, her expression unreadable.
"I ask, you answer." His voice came through the mask, carrying an unquestionable tone.
"As I said, I need resources and food. How many are on this ship? Where are they?"
Kerry opened his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
He tried to recall, but fear left his mind blank.
"I, I, that..." he stammered, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.
Lynn clicked her tongue impatiently.
He took out a Dataslate, set a three-minute countdown alarm, and projected it onto the screen.
2:59
2:58
The numbers started jumping.
If you can't say it before the countdown ends, you die.
Kerry's eyes were fixed on the fluctuating numbers, and tears welled up in her eyes again, causing her to sob softly.
"Crying? Crying counts as time too!"
This statement quickly took effect.
Kerry took a deep breath, forcing back her sobs, and spoke in a heavily nasal voice:
" The Throne Gelt are hidden in the captain's safe; there are approximately 500 million Throne Gelt."
As he spoke, he glanced at Lynn's reaction, and seeing that she was just listening quietly, he continued:
"The food is in the main cargo hold, containing millions of tons of synthetic starch blocks and protein paste."
There are also three thousand servants in the main cargo hold.
Kerry's speech quickened, as if he was afraid of running out of time:
"The armed forces originally consisted of 150 Astra Militarum soldiers and 150 of my personal guards."
There are approximately 800 crew members, of whom more than 200 have received basic combat training.
Oh, right! There are also over fifty Ogryn, all strong laborers, kept in the lower cargo hold.
As he said this, his voice lowered, tinged with bitterness:
"But after the attack just now, I don't know how many will be left."
As her husband rattled off their "family fortune" with great familiarity, Isolde's face grew increasingly grim.
For someone like her who values wealth and power above all else, this was worse than death.
Her eyes lost their luster, and her body deflated like a punctured balloon, completely losing its energy and spirit.
As Kerry answered, he couldn't help but glance at Lynn out of the corner of his eye.
What exactly is this "person" wearing purple armor, with six eyes and a single horn?
A mutant of the Tyranids, a new type of Genestealer?
Or is it a monster corrupted and twisted by the Warp?
Lynn shook his head after hearing this.
"Not enough."
Kerry panicked slightly. "Isn't it enough, sir? This is all we have on our ship."
Lynn didn't answer, but simply raised his right hand.
The chitinous armor on his forearm quickly reformed and deformed.
A few seconds later, a thick, spiral-patterned cannon barrel emerged from his right forearm.
This is a symbiotic cannon, its muzzle steadily aimed at Kerry's forehead.
Sweat instantly soaked through his back.
"I... I still have!" Kerry screamed, his voice distorted with extreme fear.
" Brevis, we're going to Brevis, I'm the new Planetary Governor!"
If I can take office, I will be able to control the resources of the entire planet!
Taxes, minerals, agricultural products, and population—we can give them all to you!
He finally revealed his last card.
"Oh?" Lynn's compound eyes flickered slightly, but the cannon muzzle did not move away.
"Does being a governor grant access to resources?"
His tone carried just the right amount of "interest," as if he were only just learning about it.
Kerry nodded frantically, as if grasping at a straw. "Yes! It's definitely possible!"
"Although Brevis is remote, it is still a Hive World with a population of over a billion!"
There are also abundant mineral and agricultural resources. If only you would spare me and let me take office...
I guarantee I will pay you tribute every month, as much as you want!
He spoke with such sincerity that it was as if he could already see himself sitting on the governor's throne.
The scene depicts him directing his subordinates to gather resources for this " Xenos master".
What does it matter if I have to sell out the interests of an entire planet just to survive?
Lynn remained silent for a few seconds before slowly retracting the cannon.
He seemed to be thinking, the light in his six eyes flashing rhythmically.
Kerry and Isolde stared at him nervously, barely daring to breathe.
Only the faint crawling sounds of the Tyranids could be heard coming from the corridor.
Finally, Lynn spoke up, "Okay."
Kerry was just about to breathe a sigh of relief.
"But," Lynn changed the subject, "I'm going to take your place."
These words struck Kerry and Isolde like a thunderbolt.
Both of them were stunned, mouths agape, eyes wide, staring at Lynn in disbelief.
replace?
A monster is to replace the Imperium's appointed Planetary Governor and rule a human world?
By the Emperor, this is utterly absurd!
Kerry's mind was completely in turmoil.
He had considered the possibility that the other party might demand a huge ransom, take him and Isolde hostage, or even turn them into slaves.
But he never expected that the other party would actually want the "identity" he had long dreamed of!
"Is that not allowed?" Lynn's tone was terrifyingly calm.
But the bio-cannon in his right hand was once again aimed at Kerry.
Inside the cannon's muzzle, purple energy began to gather, emitting a low hum.
"Okay! Okay, okay!" Kerry waved his hands hurriedly, stammering incoherently.
"That works! Theoretically, the people on Brevis's side don't know what I look like, but..."
He hesitated, not daring to continue.
Lynn brought the cannon closer. "But what?"
Kerry swallowed hard, and said with a forced smile, "Sir, you need identification."
"Without official Imperium documents and verification, you probably won't even be able to enter the governor's mansion, let alone assume any power."
He ultimately didn't dare to say something like, "You don't look human at all."
Lynn chuckled as he looked at Kerry's hesitant expression.
"Identity?" he repeated, then.
The light from the six compound eyes on the front of his helmet went out.
Immediately afterwards, the chitinous helmet opened outwards from the center of the forehead, eventually retracting completely into the armor of the neck.
His face was revealed beneath the helmet.
It was the face of a "standard" human male.
Her long, slightly wavy black hair was a little messy, and she had fair skin and well-defined facial features.
What's most striking about him are his eyes, a deep purple.
There seemed to be starlight swirling in his pupils, giving him a deep and eerie feeling.
Improved living conditions, coupled with the subtle changes the symbiotic armor brings to the body.
Lynn's appearance is indeed much more handsome than when he first transmigrated, although he still doesn't reach the "top handsome" level like Kerry.
But it possesses a unique, wild, and mysterious quality.