Next comes physical repair.
There was originally a small team of Tech-Priest on board the Song Offering, who were responsible for the ship's daily maintenance.
In the previous chaotic operation, most of the Tech-Priest died.
However, the Servitor used for ship repair were not significantly affected.
In order to repair the ship as quickly as possible, and also to keep these Tech-priest in line.
Lynn had Rena forcibly infect the remaining Tech-Priest.
Mechanized Tech-Priest, whose proportions exceed those of flesh and blood, are unable to maintain stability for long after being infected by the Genestealer.
They will have data chips installed in their brains, and their nervous systems will be replaced with all sorts of weird stuff.
It's like how the " Machine Spirit " and the Genestealer gene would have a repulsive reaction.
Anyway, they'll be completely scrapped soon.
But that doesn't matter; all Lynn needs is for them to repair the ship to the point where it can still be sailed.
Anyway, he never intended to take these Tech-priest to Brevis.
Finally, we need to consider the fate of the Purple Crystal and the swarm of insects on it.
After this period of sailing, the bio-modified "merchant ship" looks less and less like an Imperium ship.
It's more like a giant ball of flesh floating in space, covered in writhing flesh and a chitinous shell.
Its surface is covered with pulsating blood vessels, tumor-like organs, and tentacles that move around everywhere.
There's absolutely no way a ship like that could go to Brevis.
Unless he wants to be blasted to pieces by orbital defense artillery the moment he gets close to Brevis.
Similarly, the swarm of insects certainly cannot be brought along.
After all, it seems impossible for the Rena Swarm to confront either Brevis or the Orks head-on.
It's impossible to hide it anyway, so carrying it around would be pointless and would only increase the risk of exposure.
After much deliberation, Lynn made his decision.
First, he selected one thousand people from the immigrants who had followed Necromunda.
These people have a relatively low degree of mutation, and their appearance is already very close to that of ordinary humans.
Moreover, after this period of "adaptation" on the Purple Crystal, they have developed a certain psychological tolerance for Lynn and the Tyranids.
They will be Lynn's base of operations in Brevis, and the future grassroots cadres of Lynn's power.
Then, he left most of the Genestealer behind, only giving the Purple Crystal a few essential crew members.
Apart from that, he only brought Doudou and his forty-odd Ogryn brothers, along with the seven hundred servants who were considered "clean".
Rena herself and Rena Number Two will naturally follow Lynn.
She is Lynn's greatest asset and source of strength.
As for the Purple Crystal and most of the Tyranids on it.
"Go here." Lynn pointed to a planet on the edge of the Lixis System in front of the star map.
That was one of the outermost planets in the Lixis System system, labeled " Dead World B ".
According to the limited information provided by Kerry, the planet's surface environment is extremely harsh.
Extremely high concentrations of toxic atmosphere, intense radiation storms and extreme temperature changes, and ferocious native predators.
It is not suitable for long-term human habitation.
But that's from the perspective of humans; what does it have to do with the Tyranids?
There are no complex ecosystems to balance, no stubborn intelligent species to resist, only the most primitive life forms and abundant minerals.
Lynn instructed Rena Number Two to produce several ordinary mother insects that remained on the Purple Quartz.
Team up with other Tyranid Warrior to explore the Dead World B.
Although their efficiency is far inferior to Rena Number Two, the types of troops they can hatch are limited to the four-piece cannon fodder set.
But developing slowly there and accumulating strength is more than enough.
"I will establish myself in Brevis."
"When I need you, you will be my biggest trump card..."
A glint of shrewdness flashed in Lynn's eyes.
Three days later.
Under the Servitor of several Tech-Priest on the verge of collapse, and with the desperate efforts of the Genestealer...
The Song Offering has finally regained its most basic ability to navigate in space.
The Warp Engine remains disabled, but the auxiliary engine and power unit have been repaired to a barely usable state.
It is sufficient to support the Song Offering to reach Brevis.
Forget about the Void Shield; repairing that thing is incredibly difficult.
They've even neglected to repair the weapon systems.
With the Purple Crystal escorting them, any foolish pirates who dare to come will be met with a boarding swarm.
The Purple Crystal followed behind the Song Offering, dragging its enormous body behind it.
It will follow the Song Offering until it reaches Brevis's "sight" range, and then quietly depart.
Heading to that Death World, where they quietly take root and sprout.
Meanwhile, the Song Offering began its slow but determined journey toward Brevis.
Inside the luxurious restaurant of the Song Offering, Lynn, Kerry, and Isolde sat enjoying the food meticulously prepared by the Genestealer chef.
Kerry and Isolde have gradually come to terms with a reality over the past few days.
Lynn is serious.
This heretic is genuinely planning to go to Brevis and replace Kerry as the Planetary Governor.
When there is no other choice, people can adapt to anything.
So they numbly accepted this fact; at least they were still alive.
The atmosphere at the dinner table was somewhat awkward.
Lynn enjoyed his meal, Kerry ate without a taste, and Isolde seemed to have regained some of his former vigor.
For the past few days, Lynn had consulted her extensively on aristocratic etiquette, political maneuvering, and how to resolve factional conflicts within Brevis.
Isolde spoke freely and without reservation.
She even proactively provided some important information about Brevis that she had collected herself.
She believed that Lynn had seen her value far exceeding that of Kerry, that good-for-nothing.
Halfway through the meal, Lynn suddenly put down her knife and fork, picked up a napkin, and wiped her mouth.
He looked at Isolde and spoke, his tone unusually gentle:
" Isolde, if I become governor of Brevis..."
You probably wouldn't mind continuing to be the 'Governor's wife,' would you?
Kerry abruptly raised his head, his eyes widened, and his face quickly turned pale.
His lips trembled as he looked at Lynn, then at Isolde, his eyes filled with shock, pain, and disbelief.
Isolde was overjoyed.
Sure enough, she made the right bet!
This powerful and mysterious " Titus " needs her!
It requires her wisdom, experience, and connections.
What is Kerry? He's just a useless bum with a title!
She immediately flashed her signature bright smile and said in a higher voice:
"Of course I don't mind." She gracefully tossed her hair.
"Anyway, I just want to be the governor's wife. I don't care who the governor is!"
These words were like a sharp dagger, piercing Kerry's heart.
His face contorted into a grimace, as if he were laughing, but it looked worse than a grimace, and his whole body was trembling slightly.
After so many years of marriage, even the most incompatible people will eventually develop feelings for each other.
Witnessing his wife's blatant betrayal firsthand was a pain far greater than any fear he had experienced before.
Lynn watched all this quietly, a hint of mockery in his eyes.
He stood up, walked to Isolde, and extended his right hand.
Isolde was somewhat surprised, but she immediately adjusted her posture and adopted the standard demeanor of a noble lady accepting an invitation.
She gently placed her hand on Lynn's outstretched hand, a perfect blush rising on her face, looking shy and bashful.
"Madam," Lynn grasped her hand, his voice still gentle, but his purple eyes were colder than ever.
"It seems you've misunderstood something."