The situation deteriorated too quickly. As soon as the Governor of the Star Zone even lay down to sleep, countless bad news and war reports would fly to him. He even didn't remember how he had spent those hundred days. He might only sleep for three or four hours a day, but he did a lot but seemed to have nothing to do. He could only sit in the Governor's Mansion and wait for one suffocating news after another. The instructions he issued were either too late or had no power to execute them. The Star Zone Fleet lost half of the first twenty days, and the rest could only be huddled in the Amara Galaxy Defense Defense Force. The regular army of the Star Zone Defense Force was useless at all.
But the more deadly news came from the Battle of the Dead Angels, the guardian of Orps, and the backbone he once relied on. Garybrun contacted them immediately, but there was no response. Until the sentencing fleet finally ran back a ship, the terrified captain told him a bolt from the blue that the mother star of the Battle of the Dead Angels had been destroyed.
That day, the bells of all churches in the main star of Amara rang through the sky, and a thousand bells were heard only to mourn the former Guardian of Orps.
But Garybrun Longn was not only sad, but also deeper despair. If even Astartes could not protect themselves, then who could protect them?
Even in his short sleep, he often had the same nightmare. He dreamed that he was attending a weird and terrifying banquet. He sat on a cold chair, and in front of him was a long banquet table full of dusty tableware and completely decaying food, as if it were burial objects in an ancient tomb.
Sitting near the banquet table with him was a group of creatures shrouded in shadows. They were motionless, with only their eyes emitted a bleak green light, like resurrected ghosts, attending a dinner only to the dead.
At this moment, he tried to scream, but in his dream, he couldn't make any sound, and could only sit in the cold chair in a daze, while whispers kept coming from his ears-
…Pests…Listen…
…The Mother of Forgotten is here…Death is here…Of course…Of course…
Then he would wake up from his dream and sweat in a cold sweat, while his followers were just in a hurry to do so. After a nightmare, he would pray alone under the emperor's holy elephant. Only faith could prevent his spirit from collapse completely, but this was far from enough.
What he really needs is a backer, a person who can bring him hope...
Olps also had an era of dark and turbulent that lasted for a thousand years, so that the bloodline of the governor's family in the star zone was cut off during the turbulence. The Langn family, as a side family, took the opportunity to successfully take office by inheriting the order. However, the power of the Langn family was not enough to stabilize the situation at that time. The entire Orpus star zone was in division and civil war. It was not until the saint Maduk and his jihad army came, and after paying a tragic price of one-fifth of the population in the star zone, and even the saints were martyred, Olps walked out of the dark rebellion era, and the Langn family also settled in the position.
The teacher who never forgets the past and the subsequent events. Is this alien invasion also the end of the Lang'en family? Just like the former family that was replaced by them...
Will there be another saint to save them this time?
Countless doubts and chastity ate his heart like a poisonous snake, making him increasingly withered and exhausted.
"Owner?"
Suddenly, a cautious voice sounded outside the office door. Lang En knew that he was his most trusted old servant and was also his close friend who had been with him since childhood.
"Come in."
In a moment, an old man wearing a black housekeeper's uniform, holding a silver dining plate in his hand, but looking very energetic, walked in with a small step, followed by several young and beautiful maids.
"Master, you haven't eaten for nine hours."
As he said that, he glanced at the exquisite small dining table next to him, where there was already a plate, but the exquisite food inside had barely moved.
Garybrun just closed his eyes slightly, sighed, and whispered in a dull tone:
"I can't eat... Lauren... I can't eat anything..."
"You have to eat some, and the whole Orps is pointing at your pillar. If you collapse, the star area will collapse."
As the servant said, he winked at the maid behind him. They immediately entered one after another and quickly cleaned up the cold meals on the table. The old servant then put down the new meal plate and opened the lid, the fragrance immediately spread, and the maids also started serving the dishes.
Desserts, soups, meat steaks... more than twenty carefully cooked foods were placed on the dining table, but the governor just sat dejectedly on the chair without even looking at it.
After the maids left, the old servant picked up the wine pot, filled a glass of red wine, and handed it to the Governor with both hands.
"Master... eat some."
Garybron glanced at him, his eyes dulled, and then reached for the wine glass.
With a light sip, the sweet wine should have been savored, but only the bitterness on the tip of the tongue was left, but Garybrun drank half of it.
"Sit down and have a drink with me."
“Hey.”
The old servant sat down carefully on the chair on the other side of the table, then picked up the wine pot and helped the governor fill it, pouring half a cup for himself.
“Have many people left Amara lately?”
Hearing Garybrun's question, the old servant hesitated for a moment. He knew that the governor was referring to the family members, and then replied cautiously:
"There are some people..."
Garybron sneered.
"Some? I think there are many. They all think that this place is going to be over. There are many people who advise me to move the capital, but those stupid pigs have no brains at all. Why can the Langn family stand firm in the dark rebellion era? It is precisely because they stick to Amara and leave this place, they cut off the roots of the family. We will be replaced by other families immediately and killed! The example of the former family is there. They escaped Amara less than thirty years ago and were killed... "
After a slander, Garybrun vented some depression in his heart, and seemed to have a little appetite. He picked up a piece of baked golden crispy bread with many gem-like dried fruits embedded in it, and tore it into two pieces.
"You didn't eat either, let's eat together."
"Thank you, my master, but...will you eat it all? You haven't had it for too long..."
"I can't finish it, don't be polite."
After taking the bread, the old servant did not move. He only watched Garybrun eat in small mouthfuls, stood up, walked to the desk, and browsed the new information on the data board.
Suddenly, the old servant wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and choked:
"Master, you have been working hard all day these days. You only slept for three or four hours a day, and you only ate this little bit. After a long time, how can you be good..."
When Garybrun shook his head and sighed:
Chapter completed!