Chapter 705 The Eve of the Coup
Terra, the Avenue of the Guards.
A huge team of Space Marines is marching from Lions Gate Airport to the Imperial Palace of Terra. Deafening cheers and shouts rang out from both sides of the Guards Avenue - more than 10,000 Space Marines, the people of Terra have been I have never seen so many angels of death, unless he has lived from the Legion era to now.
Countless fanatical citizens crowded on both sides of the parade route, waving flags and streamers with the regiment's crest in their hands. They were ecstatic, roaring and screaming in approval, and also Some people were loudly introducing to the people next to them the Astartes warband he knew in the parade.
Screens along the way showed dead orcs and burning ships, interspersed with the faces of various Chapter Masters, their names and honors written in bold letters under the images. The background music roared and was mixed with the cheers of the crowd. The lyrics and melody could not be recognized as coherent sounds, and turned into a rumbling noise that echoed in the ears.
Fu Qinghai had never heard the unison screams of millions of people. Although he had become Chapter Master a thousand years ago, this was his first time to participate in a victory parade, and it was also a victory parade in Holy Terra. This experience is so magical and shocking that it will never be experienced in other reincarnation worlds.
So many people and faces around them were all calling their names in unison, and the fragrant colored papers and colorful petals were falling on them like raindrops from all directions... How amazing. What an intoxicating scene.
Although Fu Qinghai considers himself a realist and egoist, for a moment, he was still infected by the surrounding environment, and some inexplicable things named "honor", "loyalty", " Faith" and other weird stuff.
Subjectively speaking, Fu Qinghai is a reincarnation, and everything he does is only for the benefit of his own camp. But objectively speaking, what he did actually saved hundreds of millions of Terrans. He doesn't feel guilty.
Fu Qinghai looked at Kurander next to him.
This guy was obviously in a trance.
At the request of the High Lord, Kurland took off his helmet to reveal his face, and also put on a metal laurel wreath, followed by twenty pretend Imperial Fists, all wearing helmets.
Yes, after some discussions, the Space Marines at the high wall finally compromised and agreed to allocate some of their warriors to re-form the new Imperial Fist. These twenty Space Marines were the first Soldiers drawn out of batches.
Fu Qinghai also took off his helmet, but did not wear the metal laurel wreath. He refused. It’s not that the laurel wreath doesn’t look good, it’s just that it’s too Western and too Roman, and it seems a bit inconsistent when paired with a typical oriental face.
But he has something more gorgeous than a laurel wreath.
He is wearing the Blue Shell Ceremonial Armor today.
Also known as "Dandy Honor Guard Power Armor".
The aesthetic shock this suit of armor brought to the people of the Throne World was far better than a few golden laurel wreaths, making him the absolute focus of the parade the moment he appeared.
Other Space Marines raised no objections to his high-profile appearance. Qingshan Khan led all battle groups to conquer the Battle Moon while minimizing unnecessary casualties. His command ability has won him two All Space Marines in the legion unanimously recognized and praised him. No matter how high-profile he was, Kurland even wanted Fu Qinghai to be the first in the parade, but he declined.
……
Terra Palace, banquet hall.
After the ceremony, the Space Marines were led into a vast hall decorated with ornate tiles carved from malachite and onyx. It started with a grandiose speech, and then, an endless feast began.
The food was very delicious. Fu Qinghai slowly enjoyed the delicacies of the Throne World. The only question in his mind was whether he could bring these foods to Fei Yi in the battleship to try. Kurland, on the other hand, obviously seemed to be confused and worried about the food, and he just stuffed the food into his mouth mechanically. The sheer number of ingredients used in each dish caused a flood of complex and confusing information to flood into his brain via the gene-detection nerves, further exacerbating his anxiety.
After the banquet, there was a cocktail party.
Kurander was surrounded by an endless stream of dignitaries. Their mouths were full of sweet words, and there were various connotations behind each sentence. This was another occasion that he was not good at. Kurland listened politely, insisting that he had no say in the policies of the Imperial Senate and had no intention of turning the assembled strength of the Legion into political influence.
"I am just a servant of the Emperor."
This sentence kept repeating in his mouth.
A group of upper class ladies gathered around Fu Qinghai. They marveled at the exquisite design of the ceremonial armor: the layered progressive carvings imitating the Shanwen armor pieces, and the dark gold accents on the edges of the armor. Shapes. Some brave aristocratic women couldn't help but touch it. Fu Qinghai had a plain smile on his face and dealt with it one after another.
Fu Qinghai did not wear a helmet, nor did he carry a sword or sword, otherwise he could show off the helmet's unique dark gold phoenix wings and crimson tassels, and his blue fangs and green blades are both killing weapons. It is also a unique work of art in appearance.
At this time, a middle-aged man of medium height and ordinary appearance with a scarred face stood alone in the shadow at the edge of the hall, holding a wine glass in his hand and sipping, his eyes slowly scanning He passed all the guests in the hall and took in all the expressions and behaviors on people's faces when they were talking.
He saw Kurland dealing with the dignitaries clumsily and stiffly with single and repeated words. Even though he was pushed to that position by tragic fate, the Imperial Fist warrior was obviously not fully ready yet and had not completed the transition from second company commander to chapter leader. He is a worried soldier, worried about the battle situation on the front line, and he is unintentionally and hypocritically polite and greetings, but he does not know that the Vanity Fair in front of him is also a battlefield.
The cruel battlefield of political struggle.
The glint of swords and the shadow of swords are in the midst of the fight.
He also saw Fu Qinghai chatting and laughing with various nobles with ease, always wearing an approachable yet mysterious smile on his face, and keeping the distance just right, so that it would not scare or frighten ordinary people. Hence the loss of majesty. He could understand the nobles' hidden meanings, and he could also convey his own hidden meanings. He used his gorgeous armor to make himself the center of the reception, quietly exploring something.
At the same time, something is quietly being released.
He was so calm about the occasion.
The middle-aged man does not have Lyman's ears, but he has a communication bead plugged into his ear. His agents are also among the crowd, sending every sentence of dialogue into his ears.
The middle-aged man compared the differences between the two space warriors and weighed them silently in his mind. After a moment, he seemed to have made up his mind, and stepped out of the shadows and into the light.
"Good evening, Chapter Commander."
A slightly familiar voice sounded from behind.
"Excuse me."
Fu Qinghai bid farewell to the elegant Terran lady in front of him, turned around and looked back. A thin, middle-aged man in black. Different from the complicated and gorgeous Gothic costumes of the surrounding nobles, his outfit was unusually simple and plain. He only had a glass of wine in his hand and a sarcastic look on his face.
The nobles in the hall seemed to keep a distance from the man in black. When he appeared with a wine glass, the people gathered around Fu Qinghai immediately dispersed to make space.
The middle-aged man in black stretched out a hand.
"Grand Master Drakan Vangorich."
Fu Qinghai opened his mouth and read out his name.
At the same time, he stretched out his hand and shook it.
"Nice to meet you again, Qingshan Khan."
Wangoric said straightforwardly, as if he was not afraid of anyone knowing that he and Qingshan Khan had secretly I contacted you once in advance and praised you sincerely:
“Congratulations, a clean victory. Your army is better than I thought. The one in the elephant is even more powerful. This is already the second battle moon you have destroyed, right? Forgive me for only now knowing this fact. My department does not have as many eyes as the Inquisition in other vast areas of the empire. Since the outbreak of this crisis, almost all of the good news comes from you. You and your war group are indeed the saviors of the empire.”
"That's great, Grand Master."
Fu Qinghai stared at Wangorich's featureless face for a while, then said:
"You are better than It was more dangerous than I imagined."
"Haha, you speak very directly, Chapter Leader."
Wangorich raised his glass and gestured back with a smile. br>
"So in your opinion, the other lords in this hall are not dangerous? The High Lord Admiral? He controls all the warships in the entire Empire. The Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Guard? He has as many soldiers as the water in the sea. Merchant Marine Leader ? The Rogue Trader fleet occupies hundreds of the human empire’s interstellar shipping Ninety percent. The Holy Father? His pastors are more effective than the Ministry of the Interior in many places. Aren't they more dangerous than me? "
"Power is a judgment based on cognition and logic. Danger is a kind of intuition, Grand Master of the Assassin Court."
Fu Qing. Hai smiled and explained:
"You are different from other high lords. There are even a few very powerful space warriors in this hall, but I still think you are the most dangerous among us. Yes, there is no specific reason, this is how you make me feel "
"I have to say that your intuition is very accurate. Maybe I am more dangerous. So do you want me to tell you another difference between you and me, Qingshan Khan? We are on the same side, we are on the same front.”
Wangorich raised his glass and said.
“The orcs are on the other side?”
Fu Qinghai pretended not to understand.
“Oh, come on, Chapter Master!”
Wangorich spat in a low voice:
"Don't play these word games with me. I'm very good at reading people's emotions, no matter what type of person they are. It's an essential skill for my job. Yes, you had a great time talking to them, you guys from Cali The Garden World of the Sith Sector talked about the border scenery of the Kronos Expansion. Your subtle flattery greatly benefited the men, and your humorous jokes made the ladies tremble... But, I am in your I see contempt and disdain in my eyes, you In fact, you don’t look down on the group of people in front of you at all. You despise them and play with them.”
Wangoliqi stared into Fu Qinghai’s eyes:
“All of this is wrong. It means you are not satisfied with what you saw on Terra, right, Khan?"
"I'm not satisfied...so what?"
Fu Qinghai was noncommittal. Shrugging:
"Did I kill them all?"
"Hahahahahahaha."
Wangorich suddenly laughed wildly:
"You said it One of the ways is Qingshan Khan. "
Wangorich made a gesture of invitation, and the two of them turned and walked out. The Grand Master of the Assassin's Court took a new glass of champagne from the tray held by the waiter next to him. He first looked at the edge of the glass and the clear body of the wine under the light, then put it to his nose and sniffed lightly, and then sent it to Around the mouth.
The two came into the shadows of the hall.
“Let’s see who’s on the other side I’m talking about.”
Wangorich turned to face the banquet hall.
"Uskina Tull."
He pointed to a tall woman dressed in flamboyant and luxurious clothes. She stood in the crowd, her face expressionless.
"Despite all her fantasies about her peasant jihad, her motives were at least to some extent pure - something that many others cannot even describe as putting their own agenda first. One."
"I don't think so."
Fu Qinghai shook his head and said:
"Stupidity is sometimes worse than viciousness."
“You’re right.”
Wangorich sighed and pointed at the others:
"But you might as well look at the rest. Anvar of the Star Language Court and Sark of the Star Torch Court are busy maintaining this empire. They are too easy to be This quick solution is short-sighted. You may not know that there was a coup in the Inquisition not long ago. This department that Malcador had high hopes for has been consumed by internal strife for hundreds of years, embarrassing the empire. Commander-in-Chief of the Guards Officer Williot and High Lord Admiral Lanzon are all surrounding Udo, fawning over him. Lanson was once an outstanding naval commander, but of all people, he is most responsible for the current mess. Responsibility."
"When we launched the attack."
Fu Qinghai said calmly in retrospect:
"The naval fleet was motionless."
"Just like I don't know why Yuskina formed the Jihad Army, I don't know why Lanson didn't dare to attack. Maybe he has lost his confidence? Or maybe it is to preserve his strength? He thinks you are destined to fail? I know Lanson has coveted the title of 'Commander of the Empire, Lord Guilliman' for a long time, and he wants to go one step further and take over Udo's position after he leaves office."
Wangorich made a guess from his perspective.
Fu Qinghai noticed that Wangorich had some professional habits. For example, when he speaks, he habitually hides his lips behind the goblet to prevent others from prying into his lip language. For example, when he picks up a new glass of wine, he will subconsciously check the liquid in the glass to see if there is anything added.
Wangorich continued to introduce other people:
"Well, that fat man is Pope Meslin. He has more jewelry than the three countesses combined. I Never seen such an unholy priest. Of course, let's not forget Kubik, he is hiding on Mars doing bad things, he is turning into a threat to the Empire, and all signs point to him trying to bring Mars over. On Terra ”
Wangorich sighed, waved the goblet in his hand, and included all the dignitaries, family members, attendants, guards... He included everyone in the hall.
“To be honest, if it weren’t for your arrival, there wouldn’t even be a single person in this room who could handle this crisis. It would be a terrible game anyway.”
Wangorich said with complicated eyes.
“Do you think this is a game, Grand Master?”
Fu Qinghai asked calmly as he looked at the hall.
"Maybe you don't think so, but this is a game, Qingshan." Wangorich said with a tired look, "There are chess players and chess pieces, and there are operating rules. This is a very serious game. But it’s still a game.”
Wangoric. Comparing politics to a game does not make Fu Qinghai feel unserious or serious. On the contrary, he is a reincarnation. For reincarnations, the entire universe is a game. The only difference is: when you are very When you are strong, you play the game; when you are too weak, the game plays you.
"What if I completely overturn the chessboard?"
Fu Qinghai narrowed his eyes slightly and asked softly:
"What will be left in this game?"
"The only ones left are you and me."
Wangorich laughed and said, tapping the "Defense of Terra" Medal of Honor on Fu Qinghai's chest with his finger:
"So we better hope you can successfully rescue the rest of us from the burning hole and try to clean up this mess, Qingshan Khan. I do not wish to see the day when the Imperium of Mankind must rely on the intervention of the Master of Assassination. We are Assassins, we are gardeners, pruning here and there. Prohibited power."
Fu Qinghai frowned slightly when he heard this.
This was not the answer he wanted to hear.
Fu Qinghai thought that the Grand Master of the Assassin Court had been completely disappointed with the high lord, which was indeed the case, but there was still a long way between being completely disappointed and killing him. Obviously, Wangorich had no intention of crossing this distance and taking action directly. ——This was not what Fu Qinghai wanted to see, so he decided to be more proactive.
“Ah, my glass seems to be empty.”
Wangoliqi raised his glass and looked at it and said to himself:
“I want to drink tonight, this week has been really bad. "It's tiring."
Wangoliqi put down the empty glass, put a hand on Fu Qinghai's shoulder armor, lowered his eyes and whispered:
"Let's continue another day."
After saying that, Wangorich walked away slowly.
“Wait a moment, Grand Master.”
Fu Qinghai called out to Wangorich.
Wangorich turned around with a surprised look.
"Let's talk in private again, not now."
Fu Qinghai looked at Wangorich and suggested:
"There is still a lot of good wine in the wine cabinet in my captain's room, I believe I won’t be worse than Terra’s wine, and I guarantee that you will have a pleasant and relaxing night. What do you think?”
A flash of light flashed in Wangorich’s eyes.
The Grand Master of the Assassin Court nodded slowly.
...
Udo stood in the center of the banquet hall, surrounded by people who wanted to talk to him, but his eyes were always staring coldly at the silhouette of Qingshan Khan without saying a word. .
Wangoliqi and Qingshan Khan chatted for a long time, and they seemed to have a very happy conversation. Everyone in the hall saw it. Udo didn't like this feeling. He just didn't like to see a Chapter Master of the Adeptus Astartes and a Grand Master of the Court of Assassins getting along closely. The Space Marines are war machines, and the Assassin's Court and the Inquisition are surveillance systems. When the two come together, no matter what the reason is, it will always make people feel uncomfortable.
“At the meeting tomorrow.”
Udo finally said:
"Qingshan Khan may need a little beating."
"We need his battle group. According to the rescued prisoners on the Battle Moon, Qingshan Khan's warriors are extremely powerful, and can be seen by the naked eye to be significantly stronger than Other battle groups."
Williot reminded in a low voice.
“Furthermore, other sub-groups of the White Scars, including the parent group, the White Scars, are obviously following his lead. He has the power of appeal and mobilization. This is something we have to consider.”
Another staff member also reminded.
"I said I would give him a little beating."
Udo snorted and said:
"I don't want to deprive him of his position."
......
After Wangoric left.
Fu Qinghai turned his attention to the banquet hall.
He saw Kurander and Thorne standing together, chatting in a low voice. No nobles around dared to disturb the quiet conversation of the two chapter leaders, and they all kept a polite distance.
These two people should have something in common.
Kurland is the second captain of the Imperial Fists, and Thorne is also the second captain of the Paragon Fists. Kurland became the new chapter leader because the chapter was completely wiped out. The Paragon Fist chapter's home planet Edolika was destroyed by the battle moon. The whereabouts of other companies are unknown. Only the company led by Thorne escaped from the mission. After they responded to the final high wall call to assemble, Thorn also became the acting chapter leader of the Paragon Fists.
They are also people who have lost their own battle groups.
The two of them felt a bit like each other.
"I'm tired of their flattery and cajoling."
Thorne said in a low voice.
“This hall is a den of poisonous snakes.”
Kurland nodded in agreement.
"Yes, I still prefer life in war. The life of bolters and chain swords is much better than this."
Thorne looked around with an unhappy expression.
"I agree, but Issagar is right, we have another kind of battle to fight now, a war without gunpowder."
Kurland comforted Thorne and said.
At this time, Kurland saw Qingshan Khan walking towards him, so he took the initiative to step aside to allow Qingshan to join the conversation between him and Thorne.
"You two."
Fu Qinghai simply said hello:
"At tomorrow's meeting, I want to..."
"Chapter Commander! I'm here To express gratitude."
A voice interrupted him rudely.
A fat man wore ceremonial robes, a velvet cloak thick enough to serve as a blanket, and a crown studded with jewels. He walked over, and although four blind servitors were supporting his train, he was still sweating profusely under the weight of his heavy official uniform. He was followed by a large crowd: priests, civil servants, and believers all anxiously awaiting the opportunity to speak to him.
"You have fulfilled the Emperor's duties, and he is very happy."
The fat man looked at the three chapter leaders and said loudly.
The three of them turned around to look at the visitor.
“You are Meslin, the Pope of the State Church?”
Kurland asked, and Meslin was surprised by his feigned ignorance, but quickly regained his composure.
"This is just a grandiose title for a humble role. I am lucky to be able to interpret the Emperor's will."
He bowed stiffly, his thick chin also strained from the exertion. Trembling, his pale flesh shone in the light. Although he behaves well, his speech is slurred.
Fu Qinghai suspected that he was drunk.
“Your attire speaks volumes more than your modesty.”
Thorne sneered unceremoniously:
"Are you telling me that the Emperor is happy about this?"
"Why do you speak to me like this?"
Meslin pointed at Thorn and shouted:
“You have violated the will of the holy emperor!”
"Your religious beliefs mean nothing to me."
Throne was unmoved:
"The Paragon Fist follows Imperial truth, the Emperor's command during the Great Crusade. How quickly you forget what has been established."
"A thousand years is a long time, Chapter Master, what is the truth of the Empire? Almost forgotten. The Divination has already told us that the Emperor believes that the Imperial truth is a necessary lie. The name itself is an irony that only in death does the Emperor take off his physical cloak. His true form of glory reveals Himself to us!”
Meslin countered with his theory.
"I disagree. You and your cult have desecrated his memory with idol worship. This is not the case at all."
Thorne shook his head and said.
"When will the Astartes see the light? It troubles me that the Emperor's own angels deny the truth."
The Pope lamented.
“We are not angels, and we are not holy.”
Kurland also shook his head and interjected.
"If I remember correctly, you are one of the people who encouraged the people to swear to participate in the moon landing jihad, right, Your Holiness?"
Fu Qinghai suddenly asked.
"Yes, yes! This is the only right thing."
The pope of the state religion nodded indifferently and admitted.
"Facts have proven that this is completely wrong."
Fu Qinghai refuted it mercilessly:
"This was a completely stupid and reckless action that cost millions of lives. But you, Yuskina Tull, and the other promoters are alive and well!"
A trace of surprise flashed across Meslin's face.
"Well, then it's a good thing that you are here now to fight the orcs on our behalf, right?"
The Pope stammered a little.
"Yes, that's who we are, warriors."
Thorne said with a sneer.
"One day I hope that all of our mighty warriors will accept the truth and believe in the truth, and at the moment it seems that some may accept these truths more easily than others."
Mei Slim glanced awkwardly around the hall, possibly looking for a Black Templar Marine.
"Then go talk to them."
Thorne lowered his head and glared at Meslin fiercely.
Until the Pope found an excuse to leave.
“I’ve had enough.”
Thorne turned to Kurland and Fu Qinghai and said:
"I want to return to the fleet. I can't stand anyone or anything here. The Imperial Senate has collapsed. All the high lords only care about their own shit. All the charlatans here are borrowing the emperor's name. Come to show off and cheat."
As he said this, he said goodbye and left the banquet hall.
"Sorry, Qingshan, me too."
Kurander patted Fu Qinghai on the shoulder.
After saying that, he walked out from the crowd.
Fu Qinghai looked at the backs of the two space warriors leaving angrily. He originally wanted to say something to these two people, but now he didn't need to. He already knew their attitude.
Fu Qinghai himself is ready to leave here.
Before leaving, he took one last look at the entire banquet hall. His stature, which was beyond the ordinary, allowed him to have a panoramic view of the men and women on the dance floor and at the wine table. A little unexpectedly, he also saw Vera in the crowd.
The female judge’s hair is pulled back tightly and tied delicately in a knot, revealing her softly curved jawline. She wears a thick black coat that looks like a military uniform, with gold buttons and a wide, loose collar. High-top black boots were tied under blue trousers. Apart from the lack of medals and military insignia, Vera Nora looked like a dashing naval lieutenant or Guards colonel.
The two looked at each other tacitly.
Fu Qinghai winked at Vera.
Then he turned around and walked out of the banquet hall.
The crowd automatically made way for a passage in front of him.
……
Terra, Lions Gate Airport.
In the wide hall leading to the space elevator.
Affected by the Battle Moon, the airport was deserted. Although the Battle Moon has been destroyed now, Terra's shipping has still not returned to its busiest state.
"Ta, tap, tap, tap..."
The crisp sound of heels hitting the ground came.
Fu Qinghai turned around and looked back.
Vera walked quickly with her hands in her coat pockets.
“This is not a good place to talk.”
The female judge walked over and said:
“Why are you looking for me in such a hurry?”
"I saw some snacks in the banquet hall just now, and they seemed quite delicious. I would like to ask you to get some for me, and I will give them to Fei Yi in the battleship to try."
Fu Qinghai looked at Vera and said seriously.
After hearing this, Vera froze on the spot with a stiff expression.
“Why don’t you get it yourself?”
Vera gritted her teeth.
“You also know my identity.”
Fu Qinghai shrugged and curled his lips and said:
“It’s not convenient for me to do such a thing.”
“Hiss...huh...”
Vera’s chest rose and fell continuously. After taking several deep breaths, he calmed down the anger in his heart that wanted to yell.
Fu Qinghai saw Vera standing still.
"Is there anything else?"
So he asked sincerely.
“Of course.”
Vera sneered and gritted her teeth and said:
“I came to you at the risk of exposure, not just for your little girlfriend. Bring along some snacks.”
"What's going on?"
"Codra."
Vera spoke out a noun in a deep voice:
"Volkan is on Codra. 100% sure. The Tribunal has received some clues, but It’s not confirmed yet, they may also choose to notify you, but I’m sure it’s there, because it’s written like this in the original novel, so you can prepare in advance.”
“Well… …”
Fu Qinghai squinted and thought for a while.
"This information is very timely, thank you, Vera."
Fu Qinghai put his hand on the woman's shoulder.
“Hmph.”
Vera snorted angrily and turned her face away:
"I will ask my acolytes to bring snacks later."
......
Suzheng battleship, captain's room.
Fu Qinghai stands here alone.
Hands spread apart on the edge of the desk.
His eyes were fixed on the rotating projection in front of him.
This is a large and complex battle plan that he made after taking time out to revise and improve it every day during his voyage to Terra. In this battle plan, all secret weapons in the Chapter's arsenal are considered. This combat plan does not target any battle moon, but directly targets the orcs' base camp-Ulanor.
Tonight, for the first time, this battle plan will be presented to someone who is not a senior officer of the Chapter.
"Sister Silence, Primarch..."
Fu Qinghai stared at the details in the plan and muttered to himself:
"Everything is ready, all we need is the east wind."
In the original novel of "Beast Wars", the human empire expedition to Ullanor and fought three times.
For the first time, the Martian Mechanicus analyzed the genetic origin of the orcs and confirmed it with the clues found by another Black Templar expedition fleet, confirming that the beasts originated from the former Ullanor, so the Human Empire gathered The army marched towards the orc capital. The human coalition forces broke into the palace and faced the beast with huge losses. Vulcan asked the coalition forces to retreat and tried to die with the beast, but it failed to work, and the original body fell here.
The second time, Kurland accidentally discovered that the Sisters of Silence could restrain the orcs' neurotic boys. Using Wokan as an example, he found and persuaded the Sisters of Silence who were originally unwilling to serve the empire to regroup, and once again March on Ullanor. The Sisters of Silence used psychic explosions to successfully kill several "Greenskin Primarchs", and everyone discovered that there had been more than one beast. Until the largest super beast suddenly appeared, easily killed Kurland and left contemptuously, forcing the human coalition to retreat.
For the third time, at this time, the coalition commander Kurander was killed. The high lords were basically desperate and did not plan to attack Ullanor again. The human coalition ceased operations. Thain won the championship in the Feast of Blades. He took the opportunity to show his determination to the other Imperial Fist squads and wanted to continue fighting. With the help of Wangorich, he coerced Lanson and Williot into agreeing to send troops, and for the third time, he Ullanor launched a crusade that ended with the killing of the "Beast of Beasts" at the cost of a Sister of Silence who committed suicide.
All in all, the Human Empire made three expeditions to Ullanor, and the results were really sluggish and suffered heavy losses.
Now that Fu Qinghai knows the plot, he is directly copying the correct answer. Naturally, it is impossible to fight Ullano three times. He wants to complete his work in one battle, completely defeat the orcs in one decisive battle, and kill the orcs. Only the so-called "Orc Emperor".
This requires careful preparation and planning.
Fu Qinghai reviewed this battle plan again.
"Well...go and call the director of the think tank."
Fu Qinghai thought for a moment and asked his secretary Qing Ming.
"Okay, Master."
......
Denjul arrived at the captain's room quickly.
Sitting opposite Fu Qinghai’s desk.
"The Asgardian artifacts I asked you to study are the two magic versions of the whirlwind torpedoes. Do you have any conclusions?"
Fu Qinghai looked at Danzul and asked.
"Yes, Khan."
The director of the think tank nodded and said:
"But the conclusion is not optimistic."
"How to say?"
"The Eternal Fire still needs to be matched with Surtur's helmet to summon Ragnarok-level fire demons, but Surtur will not be controlled by us. I am alone. There is no way to inspire the same power as the eternal fire with the power of fire."
Danjul's expression. He said solemnly:
“I have tried the Ancient Winter Treasure Box repeatedly, and also consulted the relevant information on Asgard. Only people with the blood of the Nine Realms Frost Giants can open and use this artifact at will. Ninth No one in the company can open this cold box."
Fu Qinghai understood.
The conclusion is:
Eternal Fire can be used, but Ancient Winter Box cannot.
So should we use the eternal fire on Ullanor?
Fu Qinghai crossed his fingers and placed them on his chin, thinking.
Furthermore, the flame giant Surtur cannot be controlled after being summoned, which is also a hidden danger. Surtur has a blood feud with the Asgardians, so as soon as the movie comes out, Asgard is smashed and destroyed. What if, what if he finds something wrong after being summoned and doesn't fight the orcs?
"Ignore these two magical artifacts for now."
Fu Qinghai thought for a moment and finally gave up.
"Okay, Khan, I'm going back."
Denjul stood up to say goodbye and left the captain's room.
The director of the think tank just left.
"Master."
Secretary Qing Ming came to report:
"Grand Master of the Assassin Court, Wango Qiqi asked for an interview."
The corner of Fu Qinghai's mouth curled up. Smile.
“Invite him in.”…………