Lynn sat in the uncomfortably comfortable chair, looking down through the porthole at the gradually enlarging Brevis.
He saw an endless expanse of white, icy plains.
Seeing that magnificent structure stretching between the ice field and the plains, the Frostbound Wall.
He could even see the green, moving spots that flashed by from time to time against the white background of the ice field.
And the occasional "snowflakes" kicked up by violent explosions near the Forbidden Wall.
"It seems the fighting is indeed fierce," Lynn thought to himself, but his face remained calm.
He still believes that those fighting fiercely against the Frostbound Wall are either the Planetary Defense Force of Brevis's homeland or the private armies of nobles.
He was still thinking about how to establish prestige in Brevis and quickly gain a foothold.
According to information provided by Kerry and Isolde, the next destination will be the Ecclesiarchy cathedral of Brevis Prime Hive.
He needs to receive a solemn Ecclesiarchy mass there.
Only with the formal recognition and blessing of the Archbishop of Brevis, the Ecclesiarchy, can this be achieved.
Only then could he receive the " Governor's Sceptre," symbolizing the governor's dual secular and religious power, from the Ecclesiarchy.
The Valkyrie squadron landed on the dedicated helipad in the Uptown.
When Lynn stepped out of the cabin, the glaring artificial sunlight made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.
This is a unique "luxury" of the Uptown, something many Lower City residents have never experienced in their entire lives.
The area outside the courtyard was packed with Brevis citizens who had come to "welcome" the new governor.
They were dressed in bright and stylish clothes, and jumped around with their hands raised, expressing a "warm welcome."
His face beamed with enthusiasm, displaying a perfectly rehearsed smile.
A lyric from who-knows-where automatically popped into Lynn's mind:
"You came from Terra ~, and I'm all dressed in white~, and I want to eat Cantonese food~"
He had intended to say a few polite words to get by, but his movements paused when his gaze swept over the people behind them.
Behind those people in elaborate attire, separated by a police cordon, stood another group of people at a distance.
They were ragged, their faces were emaciated, and many were just skin and bones.
Their eyes were numb and empty, and their bodies had undergone varying degrees of mutation, barely maintaining a human form.
They make up more than 90 percent of the white population of Brevis's Hive City.
However, in this "welcoming ceremony," they were only allowed to occupy less than one percent of the space.
Like a group of beggars who have stumbled into a glamorous theater, they are completely out of place in their surroundings.
If it weren't a rule that the entire nest had to participate in this welcoming ceremony.
They will never appear in Uptown in their lifetime.
The moment Lynn saw these people, he changed his mind.
He suppressed his smile and gestured to Gus.
"Bring out the 'gift' we prepared."
Gus immediately understood and directed several Ogryn guards to carry four heavy metal crates out of the Valkyrie's cargo hold and place them with a thud in the center of the tarmac.
All eyes immediately focused on the four boxes.
The "commoners" dressed in fine clothes looked on curiously, and a hint of doubt flashed in the numb eyes of the people in the Lower City.
The four accompanying dignitaries also looked over, each with a different expression.
Lynn walked up to the box and nodded to Doudou.
Doudou understood, stretched out her big hands, and opened the boxes one by one.
With a "whoosh"
The lid of the box was opened, and the contents that had been piled up inside rolled out and scattered all over the floor.
It's a head.
It was a mountain of all sorts of Xenos heads!
The first box that rolled out contained a pale-skinned, exquisitely distorted head with pointed ears— Drukhari.
The second box contained a bunch of bald heads that closely resembled humans— Genestealer.
The third box contained a head with eerie blue skin, a smiling face, and tiny tentacles or scales— Chaos Cultist.
The fourth box contained a hideous alien Xenos covered in chitinous carapace— Tyranids.
More than four hundred Xenos heads were piled up like a small mountain on the tarmac under the artificial sunlight, exuding a deathly stench mixed with the stench of decay and blood.
The visual impact is extremely strong!
The once bustling and noisy scene instantly fell into a deathly silence.
The smiles on the faces of the "people" dressed in fine clothes froze, replaced by fear and bewilderment.
Many people instinctively stepped back and covered their mouths and noses.
Even the numb eyes of those who Lower City showed a flicker of emotion.
Some people with poor comprehension even showed signs of distress on the spot, but were immediately executed by the PDF on the spot.
The four representatives of the powerful and influential reacted differently.
Carter's sharp eyes carefully examined the heads, and he nodded in approval.
SDF Marshal frowned; he disapproved of this "attention-seeking" approach.
The Ecclesiarchy bishop's benevolent smile vanished, replaced by a solemn gaze fixed on Lynn.
The noble lord exaggeratedly covered his nose with a handkerchief, his face full of disgust.
The atmosphere was extremely awkward.
Seeing this, Gus took a deep breath, stepped forward, and said in a loud, but still slightly trembling voice:
"Don't be afraid, everyone!"
"These are all Xenos that our Governor Kerry von bravely slew on his way to Brevis!"
This is proof of the Governor's formidable military prowess and unwavering loyalty to the God-Emperor!
He paused for a moment, then shouted out the line he had prepared beforehand:
"The governor is here, Brevis is at peace! The governor is here, and justice has been served!"
He shouted so loudly that his face turned red.
But no one below the platform responded.
The "people" were still in a state of shock and disgust.
The people in the Lower City remained numb, while the representatives of the powerful and wealthy were each lost in their own thoughts.
The situation became even more awkward.
Just as Gus' forehead began to sweat, unsure of how to end the situation...
"Slap, slap, slap..."
A crisp clapping sound rang out.
It's Lynn.
He smiled and clapped slowly, his purple eyes sweeping across the room.
Seeing the governor himself lead the applause, Carter was the first to react and joined in.
SDF Marshal glanced at Carter and reluctantly clapped twice as well.
The Ecclesiarchy bishop was performing the Aquila Salute, as if in prayer.
When the noble lord saw Lynn glance at him, he shuddered and then reluctantly clapped his hands in a perfunctory manner.
Seeing the "statement" from the powerful and wealthy, the "common people" suddenly woke up from their daze and quickly joined in the applause.