Warhammer 40: Saviors Emerging from the Bottom

Xiao Yi did not give an answer on the spot. This kind of thing is not something that can be agreed to casually just because one is willing. Putting aside the less important issue of whether the marriage partner is good-looking or not.

He also needs to consider what benefits the person the High Lord of Zhen Dan could gain by using his daughter to win him over.

There's no such thing as a free lunch. Xiao Yi didn't believe that his own achievements alone would make the ambitious imperial governor bow down to him.

There must be some unknown secret behind this, and it's related to the trouble Liu Yi is facing.

After replying that he would consider it carefully, Xiao Yi waved his hand, signaling the waiter to take Liu Lie away.

The final answer to this matter will be decided after discussions with other people.

Next, he met with representatives from other imperial worlds. Apart from Vaughn from the Death World, who had a tradition of overthrowing his superiors, and who showed some goodwill towards Xiao Yi, the others were quite indifferent.

They neither affirmed the legitimacy of his rule nor expressed any negative emotions.

Overall, it's a good thing.

For him, anything that isn't objection is considered agreement.

After the meeting, Xiao Yi, exhausted from a long day, left the golden throne and, surrounded by guards, headed towards his bedroom.

For some reason, his body instinctively refused to sit on the throne made of 24K pure gold, as if something terrible would happen if he sat on it.

Perhaps the material isn't suitable; it seems I'll have to take some time to remove this solid gold throne and replace it with a new one.

Xiao Yi walked into the bedroom with a jumble of chaotic thoughts. He had set up his residence next to his office for the convenience of his work.

Every day after I open my eyes, I can get back to work as quickly as possible.

"When will this end?" Xiao Yi lay on the bed and let out a wail like a beast of burden. The high-intensity work had made his mental state somewhat unstable.

But that's nothing compared to what really bothers him: his "first love" who keeps appearing in his dreams.

The name Aetherel is like an inescapable curse, appearing in Xiao Yi's mind at a fixed time every night, trying to lead him into chaos.

Although they never succeeded, the other party persisted in doing so.

This has led to Xiao Yi not daring to fall into a deep sleep at all, and he can only close his eyes and rest for a short while.

In such circumstances, those who can persevere are truly extraordinary.

"It's so annoying, I wish I didn't have so many worries every day."

Just as Xiao Yi closed his eyes, in the asteroid belt not far from Bakda...

A subspace rift suddenly opened, spitting out a strange meteorite.

The huge green logo occupies almost a quarter of the meteorite's surface area, and various turrets are densely packed like honeycombs in the crater. Various steel plates of different materials are welded onto the meteorite's surface.

"Waaagh!"

With a loud battle roar, the entire meteorite stirred.

War Boss, having loaded himself into the Orc Heavy Power Frame, ascended the performance stage at the highest point of the meteorite under the watchful eyes of his underlings.

A few orc boys nearby were making annoying noise with their handmade guitars.

Looking at these noisy fellows, a black line appeared on the orc chieftain's bald forehead. It raised its massive power claw and swatted away the boy who was singing the most energetically.

The orc boy, engrossed in his art, was turned into a mushroom pancake before he could even scream, sowing the seeds of life in this green-skinned meteorite.

War Boss casually strummed the cheap guitar in his hand, and finding it not as fun as he had imagined, he tossed it aside.

The green-skinned boy who was hit by the guitar below the stage collapsed, seeing stars.

His companion pointed a thick, green finger at the guy who had fallen asleep immediately and mocked, "Useless, hahaha."

This dim-witted fellow didn't realize that an opportunity to change his fate was right in front of him.

The green-skinned kids around them, all with a passion for music, had already begun vying for the guitar. Whoever managed to snag it would qualify to join the band above and become an orc with a knack for rock and roll.

The minor commotion below did not stop War Boss's speech. He adjusted the megaphone on his chest and shouted, "My little ones, my little ones..."

Upon hearing the leader's voice, all the green-skinned creatures fell silent.

Even the most boisterous farting person covered their mouth tightly to prevent themselves from making any noise.

"Men, I feel the call of Brother Gao and Brother Mao. A battlefield that will excite all the green-skinned kids is waiting for us up ahead where the shrimp live."

"Smash all those human shrimps up there, Waaagh!!!"

The roar of the power armor's engine grew louder and louder, eventually drowning out the sound itself, but this did nothing to dampen the orc boy's enthusiasm for the war.

With all their might, they shouted into the universe: "Waaagh!"

The sound, imbued with psychic energy, caused the surrounding space to tremble.

Human transport ships passing by seemed to have heard the orcs' war cries, and they immediately accelerated to leave this dangerous place.

The warship's engines spewed out dazzling plasma sparks, and just before it was about to launch itself, dozens of missiles bearing green markings were fired from the gun emplacements atop the meteorite.

Inside the cockpits at the front of these missiles, excited orc boys were working hard to adjust the missiles' trajectory, hoping to hit the target on the first try.

Some of the missiles stopped in place before they even reached the warship because they ran out of fuel, while the rest were blocked by the Void Shield.

They collided and put on a spectacular fireworks display.

Seeing his subordinates so useless, War Boss became enraged and reached his unmodified left hand into his crotch.

After rummaging around for a while, he finally pulled out a remote control made of iron plates.

Press the red button in the middle.

A beam of traction light shot out from the massive electromagnetic coil on the meteorite, enveloping the nascent Imperial transport ship and pulling it step by step toward the green-skinned meteorite.

The humans on the transport ship naturally wouldn't sit idly by and wait to die. They lifted all restrictions and started a tug-of-war with the traction beams on the meteorite.

In an effort to save costs, the captain of the transport ship did not fill the fuel tank completely, but only purchased enough fuel for the round trip. Now he is paying the price for his stinginess.

The plasma tail flames behind the transport ship grew smaller and smaller until they went out. The powerless ship, pulled by the traction rays, crashed into the green-skinned meteorite.

The powerful impact caused the entire meteorite to tremble.

Excited orc boys swarmed aboard the cargo ship, which had been breached by the violent impact, and soon the ship was filled with greenskins.