Invincible after death, but in Warhammer 40K

However, as soon as they disembarked from the gunship, the higher-ups discovered with sorrow that, far from uniting those above and below, they had begun to fracture even within their own ranks.

The Adeptus Mechanicus, needless to say, felt it acutely. One Warlord Titan wasn't enough; now a Land Battleship had arrived. They had previously thought coming to Yarkalan was an exile, but it turned out to be a chance to accumulate battlefield merits accumulation with a vengeance.

The Astra Militarum, while the general noticed that Zhang Ge was not on his list of subordinates, maintained a neutral stance. On the one hand, Zhang Ge was, after all, considered one of their own; on the other, he had long been dissatisfied with the nobles who, relying on their local resources, had tried to ride roughshod over the Astra Militarum.

More crucially, the nobles themselves were divided into factions.

Some surrender faction believed it was better to join if they couldn't win. Wasn't being a noble under anyone the same? Looking at the trend, serving the planetary governor might not be as promising as serving this person. At least the governor couldn't pull a Warlord Titan out of his pants, right? Maybe they could even get a new hive city in the future.

Others felt that it was enough to concede some benefits, as long as they didn't lose their power. Zhang Ge's behavior had never indicated a thirst for power... or rather, he seemed to have no interest at all. They only cared about maintaining their tyrannical privileges, so why take such a big risk to oppose him?

Meanwhile, the military nobles were the main force of the surrender faction—they were, after all, military nobles and had some brains.

When Zhang Ge was alone, there was still hope in street battles, but when Zhang Ge led the 1st Mechanized Regiment after fighting Chaos, a large part of the military nobles fell silent.

Later, after discovering that the Titan had been fitted with an aerial modification, no military nobles were seen in discussions about winning against an Aerial-pattern Titan with a group of infantry and small tanks.

Now, the faction determined to find a way to restrain Zhang Ge had become a minority, making the already difficult situation even worse for them—even though the talks hadn't even started yet, and they hadn't even met the man.

Of course, Zhang Ge, who had stirred up this new wave of turmoil, was not aware of these problems—or rather, he couldn't be bothered to put his mind to them.

I'm here, doing what seems reasonable to me. You can all just come at me and stab me, if you want.

In a way, his thoughts were similar to Artwood's. He didn't want to bother with these political matters, and status meant nothing to him.

He really missed his days as a common soldier. If he had a choice, he would have refused without hesitation when the commissar asked for people.

The crowd, with their various thoughts, vaguely divided into different rows according to their factions, soon approached Zhang Ge, who was bored and sitting with the Tribesmen, listening to their stories.

Realizing that the crowd had approached, he stood up, brushed off the dust and sand from his body, and walked towards them.

The two groups that finally converged stopped in a relatively open area on the transport platform. Several guards set up a few civilian Void Shield Generator to block the wind and sand, and several servants unfolded metal folding tables and chairs, setting up a temporary meeting place.

Seeing them make it so formal, Zhang Ge thought they were going to question him, so he didn't intend to sit down after Artwood took his seat.

After all, although the regimental commanders in this world had a high degree of autonomy, this was a joint operation, and in any case, there had been a large-scale troop deployment without going through formal procedures. It was normal to want to question him.

But after waiting for a while, he found that the people around him didn't seem to have any intention of sitting down either, chatting and laughing as if the tables and chairs didn't exist, and he couldn't figure out what was going on.

What, is the custom different? Do they like to hold meetings standing up?

With a hint of doubt, Zhang Ge tentatively found the nearest place to sit down.

As a result, those people naturally followed behind him and took their seats in turn.

Realizing that this didn't look like an interrogation, Zhang Ge tried to analyze their intentions from the expressions of those around him.

Before long, everyone was seated, with some attendants and guards distributed around.

While Zhang Ge was still looking around, several sharp-eyed higher-ups noticed an unusual thing. At the feet of the Representative of Military Nobles was a large box.

It was obviously not a suitcase.

However, they didn't have to guess what was inside, as the military noble revealed it himself.

He cleared his throat and then stood up and said:

"Before the discussion begins, please allow me to use this venue to say a few words to Colonel Zhang Ge."

Here it comes. Looking at the Representative of Military Nobles who dared to slap the table with the Space Marines at the beginning, Zhang Ge thought that the visitor was unkind.

He picked up the box from his feet and placed it on the table. There was a slightly heavy thud as the two came into contact.

After opening it, the contents were beyond everyone's expectations, yet somehow within reason.

It was a set of Colonel-rank's luxurious military uniform. Although it was a military uniform, its appearance was slightly simpler than the nobles' ceremonial dress, but from the gold thread with the gleam of auramite used to embroider the rank, it was clear that something was hidden beneath this appearance.

Of course, a set of clothes alone wouldn't make such a heavy sound. It also contained several Master-crafted Bolt Pistols, Laspistols, and the like, with the crests of different houses on them.

Those higher-ups who hadn't known what he had been busy with before finally understood what he had been busy with at this moment.

Damn it, he looked so calm on his face, but he worked tirelessly on the sewing machine behind the scenes. No wonder he couldn't be found when discussing anything recently.

"This is?"

"This is a gift to thank Colonel Zhang Ge for his contributions in the previous battles."

A gift? I didn't expect you, a seemingly-loyal figure, to want to harm me too. Who knows what you'll send next time if I accept this time? Don't be too outrageous.

Zhang Ge felt cold sweat emoji in his heart and declined:

"No, I often go to the front line to fight. Wearing such conspicuous clothing will easily attract the enemy's attention."

The other party didn't say anything after being rejected, but continued to put the box back with a smile, and then sat back in his seat.

It didn't matter whether the gift was given or not. Taking out these things was just meant to imply one thing: I'm in, you guys do what you want.

Because of this, the somewhat serious atmosphere suddenly relaxed a lot. Many people looked at the military noble in his Force Feedback Armor, felt the mechanical pulse of the Land Battleship operating under their feet, and suddenly smiled in relief.

The "Where did you get this thing under our feet?" which should have been the main topic, was just asked by Artwood to Zhang Ge, and then skipped over after getting an explanation. As for troop deployments, it wasn't even mentioned.

The discussion, which had started with great fanfare, ended anticlimactically. During the brief period of mutual conversation, the Yarkalan's higher-ups had already determined their thoughts, leading the inquiry that should have been conducted towards social small talk.

The final result was obvious, and there was no need to put it on the table.

The largest part of the local military force had openly surrendered. The remaining people had no way to do anything in the first place. Could they still do something now? Let their own PDF think of a way?

During the conversation, in the distance, several huge shadows cast downward, and their figures passed through the clouds and were revealed in the sight of the crowd. It was several huge ships with the insignia of the Imperium.

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