Warhammer 40: Saviors Emerging from the Bottom

Inside the Governor's Palace lobby.

A dozen elite guards clad in heavy tactical power armor stood on either side of Xiao Yi, their wary eyes fixed on the tribal and mining representatives below the throne, dressed in different styles of formal attire.

They stood on opposite sides, separated by two lines.

The strong smell of gunpowder almost filled the entire hall; all it would take was a spark for the powder keg in front of them to explode instantly.

The larger group on the right represents nomadic tribes, the vast majority of whom wear short robes made of animal skins and local plant fibers, and even their decorations consist of nothing more than simple animal skeletons.

The exposed skin was covered with scars left by wild beasts, which looked like medals, showing others their courage and glory.

Their primitive and brutal way of life has shaped their fierce character. In their eyes, life is nothing more than fuel to continue the tribe, and they will not hesitate to sacrifice themselves if necessary.

The smaller group on the right consists of warlords who control the mining of Bakta ore.

This is evident from the long robes woven from silk and the expensive artificial implants on everyone's faces.

They were not lacking in wealth, nor were they lacking in communication with Chaodu.

Even though they were outnumbered, they maintained an arrogant demeanor, looking at the group of savage barbarians with disdain.

The defensive force field, disguised as a ring or necklace, is ready to be activated at any time. Once any unusual movement is detected, they will use the weapons hanging from their waists to turn the opponent into ashes.

The increasingly tense atmosphere caused the guards on either side of the throne to instinctively tighten their grips on their modified explosive guns.

They weren't worried that some suicidal assassin might infiltrate the group and try to assassinate the governor.

Unlike those useless people who need to be served even when they're drinking water, the one sitting on the throne now is a terrifying being who can easily wipe out an elite army with a wave of his hand.

Instead of worrying about the other party's safety, you should carefully consider how to ensure that the guys below don't get hurt in the upcoming conflict.

Their sole purpose in being there was to prevent the two groups from starting a fight.

The development of the mines encroached on the land on which the nomadic tribes depended for survival, but due to the power of the mine warlords, the leaders of the nomadic tribes initially chose to tolerate it.

After all, Bakta is such a large country, there must be places that can provide them with the resources to survive.

But as time went on, the conflict between the two sides grew, and the mine owners, whose desires could never be satisfied, continued to expand their territory.

Finally, the tribal chiefs, having reached their breaking point, began to defend their rights with their swords.

From initial localized attacks to large-scale offensive and defensive battles on the plains, the losses on both sides became increasingly severe.

If it weren't for the governor's mediation and restraint, one side would have inevitably disappeared from the history of this planet.

The governor, standing atop the nest overlooking the entire planet, certainly didn't do this out of mere kindness.

Successive governors used their position as arbiters to constantly control the power of nomadic tribes and mining warlords, forcing them to maintain a constant state of equilibrium.

In this way, neither side can escape the will of the planet's supreme ruler.

However, this situation should change now. Xiao Yi's goal has never been a particular planet; what he wants is to save humanity from gradually sliding into the abyss.

This requires considerable strength, and a policy of checks and balances is clearly not in line with his current needs.

Seeing the two groups of people on the verge of fighting at any moment, Xiao Yi coughed twice and then said, "I have decided to establish a new settlement on the ruins of the destroyed Nest City, so..."

Before he could finish speaking, a man with feathers stuck in his head, who looked like a tribal shaman, suddenly jumped out and shouted, "No!"

"Why?" Xiao Yi's voice was very calm, but the old men around him could clearly sense the dissatisfaction in his words.

If you can't give a satisfactory answer, there will be an extra corpse at the scene.

The mine owners watched the shaman who had spoken up to stop them with glee, already picturing his gruesome death in their minds.

Rebuilding the nest requires a lot of equipment, and apart from the mechanical oilers of the Cult of Machines, they are the only ones who can provide it.

To leverage their power, one must offer them certain benefits.

Whatever they gained was not good news for the eleven tribal chiefs.

That's why some impatient people rushed to stand up and reject Xiao Yi's suggestion before he even finished speaking.

But now that guy might be having some regrets.

The cold sweat beading on his forehead revealed his anxiety to everyone. In the end, the shaman had no choice but to bite the bullet and pin the blame on the emperor.

"I once had a dream in which an angel with wings on his back guided me to a place where countless tall buildings stood, and there I witnessed their destruction."

"The style of the buildings that appeared in my dream was similar to...

As he continued writing, he ran out of ideas. Not everyone has the strong logic to spontaneously create a whole story.

Unable to explain himself, the shaman could only keep repeating what he had just said.

Looking at the nervous guy in front of him, Xiao Yi was curious about how the other person had managed to become the leader.

He didn't blame the other party; when it comes to matters of interest, it's impossible to easily give in.

But this doesn't mean things will go as he envisioned.

"Dreams are just dreams; they cannot predict what will happen in the future."

"Rebuilding the nest is an important part of restoring Bakda's former glory. If you have any opinions, please feel free to raise them."

With such a precedent set, no one dared to easily stand up and refute it anymore.

Silence does not mean that everyone agrees. In order to avoid hindering his plans, Xiao Yi must compensate the leaders who have relinquished their interests.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing. The Blackfire Chapter plans to select suitable warriors from 11 tribes to replenish its ranks. Because the number of gene seeds is limited, there are only 7 slots available this time."

"Warriors who wish to participate need to submit their names within 120 Terra days. Please prepare accordingly. As for the assessment content, we will inform you later."

Upon hearing this news, the tribal chiefs, who had initially been somewhat dissatisfied, immediately changed their expressions.

It would be an immense honor if one's tribe could produce a warrior qualified to become an Imperial Angel.

With the other party's protection, those greedy mine owners will need to think twice before they try to seize their land.

The mine owners, who had been smiling and eager to see the other side make a fool of themselves, suddenly turned grim.

One of them stepped forward to say something, but Xiao Yi didn't give him any chance.

"That's all I have to say. You may all leave."

The offspring of miners are not necessarily inferior to those of warriors raised in the wilderness, but for the sake of balance, none of these slots can be given.