PFC Chapter 705 The Eve of the Coup
Chapter 705 The Eve of the Coup
Chapter 705 The Eve of the Coup
Terra, Guard Avenue.
A huge group of Space Marines were marching from Lion's Gate Skyport to the Terra Palace. Deafening cheers and shouts rang out on both sides of the Guard Avenue - more than 10,000 Space Marines. The people of Terra had never seen so many Angels of Death in their lives, unless they had lived from the Legion era to the present.
Countless fanatical citizens crowded on both sides of the parade route, waving flags and streamers with the chapter emblems in their hands. They were ecstatic, roaring and screaming in approval, while others were loudly introducing to the people next to them the Astartes chapter they knew in the parade.
The screens along the way showed dead orcs and burning ships, interspersed with the faces of various chapter leaders, their names and honors written in bold under the images. The background music roared, mixed with the cheers of the crowd, the lyrics and melody could not be recognized as a coherent sound, and turned into a rumbling noise echoing in the ears.
Fu Qinghai had never heard the screams of a million people. Although he had become the head of a regiment a thousand years ago, this was his first time to participate in a victory parade, and it was a victory parade in Holy Terra. This experience was very magical and shocking, and it could never be felt in other reincarnation worlds.
There were so many people around, so many faces, all calling out their names in unison, and fragrant colored papers and colorful petals were falling on them from all directions like raindrops... What an intoxicating scene.
Although Fu Qinghai considers himself a realist and egoist, there was a moment when he was still affected by the surrounding environment, and some strange things called "honor", "loyalty" and "belief" inexplicably rose in his heart.
Subjectively speaking, Fu Qinghai is a reincarnation, and everything he did was only for the benefit of his own faction. But objectively speaking, what he did did in fact save hundreds of millions of Terran people. He does not feel ashamed of it.
Fu Qinghai looked at Kurland next to him.
This guy was obviously a little dazed.
At the High Lord's request, Kurland took off his helmet to reveal his face and put on a metal laurel wreath. He was followed by twenty pretend Imperial Fists, all wearing helmets.
Yes, after some discussion, the Space Marines of the High Wall finally compromised and agreed to each draw some of their soldiers to re-establish a new Imperial Fists. These twenty Space Marines were the first batch of soldiers drawn out.
Fu Qinghai also took off his helmet, but he refused to wear the metal laurel wreath. It's not that the laurel wreath is ugly, but it's too Western and Roman, and it looks a bit out of place with a typical oriental face.
But he had something fancier than laurel wreaths.
He was wearing the Blue Shell Ceremonial Armor today.
Also known as the "Playboy Ceremonial Power Armor".
The aesthetic shock this set of armor brought to the people of the throne world was far greater than a few golden laurel wreaths, making him the absolute focus of the parade the moment he appeared.
The other Space Marines had no objection to his high-profile appearance. Qingshan Khan led all the chapters to conquer the battle moon while minimizing unnecessary casualties. His command ability had won the unanimous recognition and praise of all the Space Marines of the two legions. No matter how high-profile he was, it was not excessive. 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. They began with pompous speeches, and then an endless feast began.
The food was delicious. Fu Qinghai enjoyed the delicacies of the throne world leisurely. The only question in his mind was whether he could bring these foods to Feiyi in the battleship to taste. Kurland was obviously a little unappetizing and worried. He just stuffed the food into his mouth mechanically. The large number of ingredients used in each dish caused a large amount of complex and confusing information to flow into his brain through the gene detection nerves, further deepening his anxiety.
After the banquet there was a cocktail party.
Kurland was surrounded by an endless stream of dignitaries, who were talking sweet nothings, and there were all kinds of hidden meanings behind every word, which was another situation 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 transforming the assembled legion power into political influence.
"I am only the Emperor's servant."
He kept repeating this sentence.
A group of high-class ladies gathered around Fu Qinghai, who were amazed at the exquisite design of the ceremonial armor: the layered and progressive carvings imitating the mountain pattern armor pieces, and the dark golden zigzag patterns on the edge of the armor. Some of the brave noble women couldn't help but touch it. Fu Qinghai had a plain smile on his face and dealt with it in a casual manner.
Fu Qinghai was not wearing a helmet, nor did he carry a sword or a saber, otherwise the helmet's unique dark gold phoenix wings and crimson tassels could be displayed. His Blue Fang and Blue Blade were not only killing weapons, but also unique works of art in appearance.
At this time, a middle-aged man with a scar on his face of medium height and ordinary appearance was standing alone in the shadow at the edge of the hall, sipping from a wine glass in his hand. His eyes slowly swept over all the guests in the hall, taking in the expressions on people's faces and their behaviors as they talked.
He saw Kurland clumsily and stiffly dealing with those dignitaries with monotonous and repetitive words. Even though he was pushed to that position by tragic fate, the Imperial Fist warriors were obviously not fully prepared and had not completed the transformation from second captain to chapter leader. He was a worried warrior, worried about the battle situation on the front line, and had no intention of false courtesy and greetings, not knowing that the world of fame and fortune in front of him was also a battlefield.
A brutal battlefield of political struggle.
The flashing of swords and the clinking of glasses were all around.
He also saw Fu Qinghai chatting and laughing with the nobles with ease, always with an approachable yet mysterious smile on his face, keeping a proper distance so as not to scare ordinary people, but also not to lose his dignity. He could understand the nobles' implicit meaning and convey his own implicit meaning. He used his gorgeous armor to make himself the center of the party, quietly testing something.
At the same time, it is also quietly releasing something.
He was so calm and at ease with the occasion.
The middle-aged man did not have the Lyman Ear, but he had a communication sound bead in his ear, and his agents were also mixed in the crowd, sending every word of conversation into his ears.
The middle-aged man compared the differences between the two Space Marines and weighed the pros and cons 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 Master."
A familiar voice sounded from behind.
"excuse me."
Fu Qinghai said goodbye to the elegant Terra lady in front of him and turned to look back. A thin middle-aged man in black, different from the complicated and gorgeous Gothic costumes of the nobles around him, his dress was unusually simple and plain, with only a glass of wine in his hand and a sarcastic look on his face.
The nobles in the hall seemed to keep their distance from the man in black. When he appeared with a wine glass, the people gathered around Fu Qinghai immediately scattered, making room.
The middle-aged man in black stretched out a hand.
"Grandmaster Drakan Wangorich."
Fu Qinghai opened his mouth and read out his name.
At the same time, he extended his hand and shook hands with the other person.
"It's nice to see you again, Qingshan Khan."
Wangerich spoke directly and frankly, as if he was not afraid of being known that he and Qingshan Khan had contacted each other privately in advance, and he also praised sincerely:
"Congratulations, a decisive victory. Your army is stronger than I thought. This is the second battle moon you have destroyed, right? Forgive me for learning this fact only now. My department does not have as many spies as the Inquisition in other vast areas of the Empire. Since the outbreak of this crisis, the few good news have almost all come from you. You and your chapter are indeed the saviors of the Empire."
"Thank you, Great Master."
Fu Qinghai stared at Wangoliqi's face, which had no features except for the scar, for a while, and said:
"You are also more dangerous than I thought."
"Haha, you are very direct, Chapter Master."
Wangerich smiled and raised his glass and gestured behind him:
"So in your opinion, aren't the other lords in this hall dangerous? The Supreme Lord Admiral? He controls all the warships in the entire empire. The Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Guard? The soldiers under his command are as numerous as the water in the sea. The leader of the merchant ships? The Rogue Merchant Fleet accounts for 90 percent of the interstellar shipping of the human empire. The Pope of the State Religion? His priests have more influence in many places than the Ministry of the Interior. Aren't they more dangerous than me?"
"Power is a judgment based on cognition and logic, while danger is an intuition, Grand Master of the Assassin's Court."
Fu Qinghai smiled and explained:
"You are different from the other High Lords. There are even several powerful Space Marines in this hall, but I still think you are the most dangerous among us. There is no specific reason. This is the feeling you give me."
"I have to say that your intuition is very accurate. Perhaps I am indeed more dangerous. Then do you want me to tell you another difference between me and those nobles? You and I, Qingshan Khan, are on the same side. We stand on the same front."
Wangerich raised his glass and said.
"The orcs are on the other side?"
Fu Qinghai pretended not to understand.
"Oh, come on, Chapter Master!"
Wangerlich spat in a low voice:
"Don't play these word games with me. I'm good at judging people's emotions, no matter what type of people they are. This is an essential skill for my job. Yes, you had a great conversation with them. You talked about everything from the garden world of the Calixis Sector to the border scenery of the Kronos Expanse. Your implicit flattery greatly benefited the men, and your humorous jokes made the ladies laugh... But I saw contempt and disdain in your eyes. In fact, you don't think highly of these people in front of you. You despise them and play with them."
Wangoliqi stared into Fu Qinghai's eyes:
"All of which suggests that you are not satisfied with what you see on Terra, is that correct, Khan?"
"I'm not satisfied... so what?"
Fu Qinghai shrugged noncommittally:
"Did I kill them all?"
"Hahahahahaha."
Wangerich suddenly burst into laughter:
"You mentioned one of the ways, Qingshan Khan."
Wangerich made a gesture to invite them in, and they both 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 to sniff it, and then brought it to his mouth.
The two men came into the shadows of the hall.
"Come and see who's on the other side of what I'm talking about."
Wangorichi turned and faced the banquet hall.
"Yuskina Tour."
He pointed to a tall woman in extravagant and expensive clothes, standing in the crowd with a blank expression on her face.
"For all her fantasies about the peasant jihad she launched, her motives were at least somewhat pure - a fact that cannot even be described as true of many of the others, who put their own agenda first."
"I do not think so."
Fu Qinghai shook his head and said:
"Stupidity can sometimes be worse than malice."
"you are right."
Wangerich sighed and pointed at the others:
"But you might as well look at the rest. Anvar of the Astronomican and Sark of the Astronomican are too busy maintaining the empire, and they are too easily attracted to a quick solution and are short-sighted. You may not know that the Inquisition suffered a coup not long ago. This department, which Malcador once had high hopes for, has been consumed by internal strife for hundreds of years and is no longer able to do anything. Williot, the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Guard, and Lanson, the Supreme Lord Admiral, both surround Udo and flatter him. Lanson was once an outstanding naval commander, but of all people, he is the most responsible for the current mess."
"When we attack."
Fu Qinghai recalled calmly and said:
"The naval fleet is as immovable as a mountain."
"Just like I don't know why Yuskina wants to form a crusade, I don't know why Lanson doesn't dare to attack. Maybe he has lost confidence? Or maybe he wants to preserve his strength? He thinks you are doomed to fail? I know that Lanson has coveted the title of 'Lord Guilliman, Supreme Commander of the Empire' for a long time. He wants to go one step further and take over the position after Udo retires."
Wangerich offered his guess from his perspective.
Fu Qinghai noticed that Wangerlich had some professional habits. For example, when he spoke, he habitually hid his lips behind the wine glass to prevent others from spying on his lip reading. Another example is when he picked up a new glass of wine, he would subconsciously check the wine in the glass to see if it was spiked.
Wangerich went on to introduce the others:
"Look, that fat man is Pope Meslin. He has more jewels on him than the three countesses combined. I have never seen such an unholy priest. Of course, we should not forget Kubik. He is hiding on Mars and doing bad things. He is becoming a threat to the empire. All signs show that he is trying to make Mars superior to Terra."
Wangorichi sighed and waved the goblet in his hand, including all the dignitaries, their families, sages, servants... He included everyone in the hall.
"To be honest, if you hadn't come, there wouldn't even be anyone in this room who could handle this crisis. This is a terrible game anyway."
Wangerich said with a complicated look.
"Do you think this is a game, Grand Master?"
Fu Qinghai asked calmly while looking at the hall.
"You may not think so, but this is a game, Qingshan." Wangoliqi said with a tired look in his eyes and a grin, "There are players and pieces, and there are rules to follow. This is a very serious game, but it is still a game."
Wangorich compared politics to a game, but Fu Qinghai did not feel that he was not serious or not serious. On the contrary, he was a reincarnationist. For reincarnationists, the entire universe was a game. The only difference was: when you are very strong, you play the game, and 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's left of this game?"
"The only ones left are you and me."
Wangorichi laughed and tapped the "Defend Terra" medal of honor on Fu Qinghai's chest with his fingers:
"So we better hope you succeed in pulling the rest of us out of this mess, Qingshan Khan. I do not want to see the day when the Imperium of Mankind must rely on the hands of the Master Assassins. We are assassins, we are gardeners, a little pruning here, a little pruning there. We do not exist to overhaul governments wholesale, nor to wield powers forbidden by the Emperor."
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's Court was completely disappointed with the High Lord. This was indeed the case, but there was still a distance between complete disappointment and killing. Obviously, Wangorich had no intention of crossing this distance and taking direct action at the moment - this was not what Fu Qinghai wanted to see, and he decided to take the initiative.
"Ah, my glass seems to be empty."
Wangerich raised his glass and looked at it and said to himself:
"I feel like drinking tonight. This week has been really exhausting."
Wangoliqi put down the empty wine glass, put one hand on Fu Qinghai's shoulder armor, lowered his eyes and whispered:
"Let's continue this another time."
After saying this, Wangorichi walked away slowly.
"Wait a moment, Grand Master."
Fu Qinghai called out to Wangolichi.
Wangorichi turned around with a surprised look.
"Let's talk again in private, not now."
Fu Qinghai looked at Wangoliqi and suggested:
"There are still many good wines in the wine cabinet in my captain's room. I believe that my wines are not worse than Terra's. I guarantee that you will have a pleasant and relaxing night. What do you think?"
Wangorichi's eyes flashed.
The Grand Master of the Assassin's 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 coldly fixed on Qingshan Khan's profile, without saying a word.
Wangorich and Qingshan Khan talked for a long time and seemed to be having a good time. 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 Assassins' Court getting along closely. Space Marines are war machines, and the Assassins' Court and the Inquisition are supervisory systems. When these two come together, no matter what the reason is, it always makes people feel uncomfortable.
"At tomorrow's meeting."
Udo finally spoke:
"Qingshan Khan might need a little beating."
"We need his chapter. According to the captives rescued on the battle moon, Qingshan Khan's warriors are extremely powerful, and can be seen with the naked eye that they are significantly stronger than other chapters."
Williot warned quietly.
"Moreover, the other sub-groups of the White Scars, including the parent group, obviously follow his lead. He has the power of appeal and mobilization, which is something we have to take into consideration."
Another aide also reminded.
"I said I'd give him a little knock."
Udo snorted coldly and said:
"I'm not trying to take his position away from him."
……
After Wangerich left.
Fu Qinghai turned his gaze towards the banquet hall.
He saw Kurland and Thorne standing together, chatting in low voices. No nobles around dared to disturb the two chapter masters' quiet conversation, and they all kept a polite distance.
These two people should have something in common.
Kurland was the second captain of the Imperial Fists, and Thorne was also the second captain of the Paragon Fists. Kurland became the new Chapter Master because the entire Chapter was wiped out. The Paragon Fists Chapter home planet Edorica was destroyed by the Battle Moon, and the whereabouts of other companies were unknown. Only the company led by Thorne escaped the disaster while on a mission outside. So after responding to the final call of the High Wall and gathering together, Thorne also became the acting Chapter Master of the Paragon Fists.
They are all people who lost their own regiments.
The two of them felt a sense of sympathy.
"I'm tired of their flattery and cajoling."
Thorne spoke in a low voice.
"This hall is a den of venomous snakes."
Kurland nodded in agreement.
"Yes, I still prefer life in war, a life with bolters and chainswords, much better than this."
Thorne looked around with an unhappy look on his face.
"I agree, but Isaga is right. We now have another battle to fight, a war without gunpowder."
Kurland said to comfort Thorne.
At this time, Kurland saw Qingshan Khan walking towards him, so he took the initiative to move aside to allow Qingshan to join his conversation with Thorne.
"Both of you."
Fu Qinghai simply said hello:
"At tomorrow's meeting, I will..."
"Chamber Master! I have come to express my gratitude."
A voice interrupted him rudely.
A fat man in a clerical robe, a velvet cape so thick it could be used as a blanket, and a jeweled crown on his head came over. Although four blind automatons were holding up his clothes, he was still sweating profusely under the weight of the heavy official robes. A large group of people followed him: priests, civil servants, and believers were all anxiously waiting for a chance to talk to him.
"You have fulfilled the Emperor's duty, and he is pleased."
The fat man looked at the three chapter leaders and said loudly.
The three of them turned around and looked at the person who came.
"You are Meslin, the Pope of the State Church?"
Kurland asked, and Meslin was surprised at his pretended ignorance, but he quickly recovered.
"It is but a grandiose title for a lowly character, fortunate enough to be able to interpret the Emperor's will."
He bowed stiffly, his thick chin trembling with the effort, his pale flesh gleaming in the light, and though his manner was proper, his speech was slurred.
Fu Qinghai suspected that he was drunk.
"Your attire says more than modesty."
Thorne sneered unceremoniously:
"You tell me the Emperor is pleased with this?"
"Why do you speak to me like that?"
Meslin pointed at Thorne and said loudly:
"You have violated the will of the Holy Emperor!"
"Your religious beliefs mean nothing to me."
Thorne was unmoved:
"The Fists of the Paragon follow the Imperial Truth, established by the Emperor during the Great Crusade. How quickly you forget that."
"A thousand years is a long time, Chapter Master, when the Imperial Truth has been all but forgotten. The Word of God has long since taught us that the Emperor considers the Imperial Truth to be a necessary lie, a name that is an irony in itself. Only in death will the Emperor cast off his fleshly garments and reveal himself to us in his true glory!"
Meslin countered with his theory.
"I disagree. You and your cult have desecrated his memory with idolatry. That is simply not the case."
Thorne said, shaking his head.
"When will the Astartes see the light? It troubles me that the Emperor's own angels deny the truth."
The Pope looked mournful.
“We are not angels, and we are not holy.”
Kurland also shook his head and interjected.
"If I remember correctly, you were one of the people who encouraged the people to swear to join the Moon Crusade, right, Your Holiness?"
Fu Qinghai suddenly asked.
"Yes, yes! It's the only right thing to do."
The Pope of the State Religion nodded in agreement.
“That turned out to be completely wrong.”
Fu Qinghai refuted mercilessly:
"This was a completely stupid and reckless action that cost millions of lives, while you, Yuskina Tull, and other promoters are still alive and well!"
A trace of surprise passed across Meslin's face.
"Well, then it's a good thing that you're here fighting the orcs on our behalf, isn't it?"
The Pope stammered.
"Yeah, that's who we are, warriors."
Thorne said with a sneer.
"One day, I hope that all of our mighty warriors will accept and embrace the truth, which at present it seems some may be more receptive to than others."
Meslin glanced around the hall somewhat awkwardly, probably trying to find a Black Templar Marine.
"Then go talk to them."
Thorne glared down at Meslin fiercely.
Until the Pope found an excuse to leave.
"I'm done."
Thorne turned to Kurland and Fu Qinghai and said:
"I want to go back 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 shitty affairs. All the charlatans here are using the Emperor's name to cheat people."
Having said that, he said goodbye and left the banquet hall.
"Sorry, Aoyama, me too."
Kurland 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 Marines who left angrily. He originally wanted to say something to them, but now there was no need because he already knew their attitude.
Fu Qinghai himself was also ready to leave.
Before leaving, he took one last look at the entire banquet hall. His stature, which surpassed that of a mortal, allowed him to see all the men and women around the dance floor and the wine tables. To his surprise, he also saw Vera in the crowd.
The female judge's hair was pulled back tightly and tied in a knot, revealing her soft jawline. She wore a thick black coat like a military uniform, a wide collar with gold buttons, and high black boots under loose blue trousers. Except for the lack of medals and military emblems, Vera Nora looked like a dashing naval lieutenant or major of the Guards.
The two looked at each other knowingly.
Fu Qinghai winked at Vera.
Then he turned and walked out of the banquet hall.
The crowd automatically made way for him.
……
Terra, Lionsgate Airport.
In the wide hall leading to the space elevator.
Affected by the Battle Moon, the airport was deserted. Even though the Battle Moon had been destroyed, Terra's shipping had not yet returned to its busiest state.
"Ta, ta, ta, ta..."
There was the crisp sound of heels hitting the ground.
Fu Qinghai turned around and looked back.
Vera walked quickly with her hands in her coat pockets.
“This is not a good place to have a conversation.”
The female judge walked over and said:
"Why are you looking for me in such a hurry?"
"Just now I saw some snacks in the banquet hall, and they looked delicious. I would like to ask you to bring some for me and bring them to Feiyi in the battleship to taste."
Fu Qinghai looked at Vera and said seriously.
Vera stood there in a daze with a stiff expression when she heard that.
"Why don't you get it yourself?"
Vera's teeth were chattering.
"You also know my identity."
Fu Qinghai shrugged and said:
"I'm not comfortable doing this kind of thing."
"Hush...huh..."
Vera's chest heaved, and she took several deep breaths before she calmed the urge to curse.
Fu Qinghai saw Vera standing there motionless.
"Is there anything else?"
So he asked sincerely.
"of course."
Vera sneered and gritted her teeth and said:
"I risked being exposed to come to you, not just to bring some snacks for your girlfriend."
"whats the matter?"
"Koldra."
Vera uttered a noun in a deep voice:
"Volkan is on the planet Cordela, I am 100% sure. The Inquisition has received some clues, but they cannot confirm it yet. They may choose to inform you. But I am sure it is there, because that is what is written in the original novel. Volkan has already appeared, you can prepare in advance."
"Um……"
Fu Qinghai narrowed his eyes and thought for a while.
"This is very timely information. Thank you, Vera."
Fu Qinghai put his hand on the woman's shoulder.
"Humph."
Vera snorted angrily and turned away and said:
"I'll have my acolyte bring the snacks over later."
……
Battleship HMS Rectification, captain's room.
Fu Qinghai stood here alone.
Place your hands on the edge of the desk.
His eyes were fixed on the spinning projection in front of him.
This was a huge and complex battle plan that he had made during his voyage to Terra, taking time out every day to constantly revise and improve it. In this battle plan, all the secret weapons in the warband's arsenal were taken into consideration. This battle plan was not aimed at any battle moon, but directly at the orcs' base camp - Ullanor.
Tonight, the battle plan will be presented for the first time to someone who is not a senior officer of the Chapter.
"Sister of Silence, Primarch..."
Fu Qinghai stared at the details of the plan and said to himself:
"All is ready except for the opportunity."
In the original novel of "Beast Wars", the Human Empire launched an expedition to the planet Ullanor three times.
The first time, the Mechanic Cult of Mars analyzed the origin of the orcs' genes and confirmed the clues found by another expeditionary fleet of the Black Templars, confirming that the beasts originated from the former Ullanor, so the human empire assembled its army and marched towards the orc capital. The human coalition forces suffered huge losses and entered the palace to face the beasts. Volkan asked the coalition forces to retreat and tried to die with the beasts, but it failed and the Primarch died here.
The second time, Kurland accidentally discovered that the Sisters of Silence could restrain the Orc Psycho Boy. He used Volkan as an example, found and persuaded the Sisters of Silence who were originally unwilling to serve the Empire to regroup and march towards Ullanor again. The Sisters of Silence used psychic explosions to successfully kill several "greenskin primarchs", and everyone realized that there was more than one beast. Until the largest super beast suddenly appeared, easily killed Kurland and left with contempt, the human coalition was forced to retreat.
The third time, by this time, the allied commander Kurland was killed, the high lords were basically desperate, and did not plan to attack Ullanor again, and the human empire stopped fighting. Sean won the championship in the Blade Feast, and he took the opportunity to show the other Imperial Fists that he was determined to continue fighting. With the help of Wangorich, he coerced Lanson and Williot to agree to send troops and launched a third expedition to Ullanor. In the end, the "Beast of Beasts" was killed at the cost of a silent sister committing suicide.
All in all, the three expeditions of the Human Empire to Ullanor were really slow and resulted in heavy losses.
Now that Fu Qinghai knew the plot, he just copied the correct answer. Naturally, he couldn't fight Ullanor three more times. He wanted to achieve his goal in one battle, completely defeat the orcs through a decisive battle, and kill the so-called "Orc Emperor."
This requires careful planning.
Fu Qinghai reviewed the battle plan again.
"Well... go call the think tank director."
Fu Qinghai thought for a moment and told his secretary Qing Ming.
"Okay, master."
……
Danjur soon arrived at the captain's room.
Sitting opposite Fu Qinghai's desk.
"Have you come to any conclusion about the Asgard artifacts I asked you to research, the two magical cyclone torpedoes?"
Fu Qinghai looked at Danzhuer and asked.
"Yes, Khan."
The think tank director nodded and said:
“But the conclusion is not optimistic.”
"how to say?"
"The Eternal Flame still needs to be used in conjunction with Surtur's helmet to summon a Ragnarok-level fire demon, but Surtur cannot be controlled by us. I cannot inspire the same power of the Eternal Flame with my flame psychic energy alone."
Tenjur said with a serious expression:
"I have tried repeatedly to find the Ancient Winter Treasure Box. I have also looked up the relevant information from Asgard. Only someone with the bloodline of the Nine Realms Frost Giants can open and use this artifact at will. No one in the Ninth Company can open this cold box."
Fu Qinghai understood.
The conclusion is:
The Eternal Fire can be used, but the Ancient Winter Treasure Box cannot.
So should the Eternal Fire be used on Ullanor?
Fu Qinghai crossed his fingers and placed them under his chin, thinking.
Moreover, the fire giant Surtur is out of control after being summoned, which is also a hidden danger. Surtur has a blood feud with the Asgardians, so in the movie he smashed and destroyed Asgard crazily as soon as he appeared. What if, what if he found that the place was not right after being summoned, and didn't fight the orcs?
"Let's not consider these two magical artifacts for now."
Fu Qinghai thought for a moment and finally gave up.
"Okay, Khan, I'm going back."
Danzhuer stood up and said goodbye and left the captain's room.
The think tank director just left.
"Owner."
Secretary Qingming came to report right after:
"Grand Master of the Assassin's Court, Wangorichi requests to see you."
A smile appeared on Fu Qinghai's lips.
"Invite him in."
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