Infinite Metaverse

Tara, Guard Avenue.

A huge team of Space Marines was marching from Liongate Airport 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 emblems of the Chapters in their hands. They were ecstatic, roaring and screaming to express their approval, and some were loudly introducing the Astartes Chapter he knew in the parade to the people next to them.

The screens along the way played dead orcs and burning ships, interspersed with the faces of various Chapter Masters, 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 war group 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, calling his name in unison, and the colorful paper and petals with fragrant fragrance fell on them from all directions like raindrops... What an intoxicating scene.

Although Fu Qinghai considered himself a realist and egoist, for a moment, he was still infected by the surrounding environment, and some strange things called "honor", "loyalty" and "belief" inexplicably rose in his heart.

Subjectively speaking, Fu Qinghai was a reincarnation, and everything he did was just for the interests of his own camp. But objectively speaking, what he did did in fact save hundreds of millions of Terran people. He did not feel ashamed.

Fu Qinghai looked at Kurland next to him.

This guy was obviously a little dazed.

At the request of the High Lord, Kurland took off his helmet to reveal his face and put on a metal laurel wreath. Twenty pretending to be Imperial Fists followed behind him, all wearing helmets.

Yes, after some discussion, the Space Marines of the High Wall finally compromised and agreed to each transfer some of their warriors to re-establish a new Imperial Fist. These twenty Space Marines were the first batch of warriors transferred out.

Fu Qinghai also took off his helmet, but did not wear a metal laurel wreath. He refused. It's not that the laurel wreath is not good-looking, but it's too Western and too Roman. It seems a bit out of place with a typical oriental face.

But he has something more gorgeous than the laurel wreath.

He is wearing the Blue Shell·Ceremony Armor today.

Also known as the "Playboy Ceremonial Power Armor".

The aesthetic shock brought by this set of armor to the people of the throne world is far better than a few golden laurel wreaths, making him the absolute focus of the parade the moment he appeared.

The other Space Marines did not raise any objections to his high-profile appearance. Qingshan Khan led all the regiments to conquer the battle moon while minimizing unnecessary casualties. His command ability has won the unanimous recognition and praise of all the Space Marines of the two legions. No matter how high-profile he is, it is 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 huge hall decorated with gorgeous tiles carved with malachite and onyx. It started with a pompous 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 Feiyi in the battleship to taste. Kurland was obviously a little unsatisfied and worried, just mechanically stuffing the food into his mouth. 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 another cocktail party.

Kurland was surrounded by an endless stream of dignitaries, who were talking sweet words, and there were various implications behind every sentence. This was another occasion 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 just a servant of the Emperor."

This sentence kept repeating in his mouth.

A group of celebrities and ladies from the upper class gathered around Fu Qinghai. They were amazed at the exquisite design of the ceremonial armor: the layered progressive carvings imitating the mountain text armor pieces, and the dark golden zigzag patterns on the edge of the armor. Some 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 of medium height and ordinary appearance with a scarred face stood alone in the shadows at the edge of the hall, holding a wine glass in his hand and taking a sip. His eyes slowly swept across all the guests in the hall. , and you can have a panoramic view of all the expressions and behaviors on people’s faces when they are 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 yet fully ready to complete 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 shadows of swords were 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 make mortals fearful or lose his 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 did not have Lyman's ears, but he had a communication bead plugged into his ear. His agents were 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 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 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 Wangorich."

Fu Qinghai opened his mouth and read out his name.

At the same time, he reached out his hand and shook it.

"Nice to see you again, Qingshan Khan."

Wangorich said straight to the point, seemingly not afraid of anyone knowing that he and Qingshan Khan had already contacted each other privately in advance, and he also sincerely praised:

"Congratulations on a clean victory. Your army is stronger than I imagined. This is already the second battle moon you have destroyed, right? Forgive me for only learning this fact now. I The department has not 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 has come from you. You and your war group are indeed the saviors of the empire. "

"That's ridiculous, Grand Master."

Fu Qinghai stared at Wangorich's featureless face for a while, then said:

"You're also more dangerous than I thought."

"Haha, you speak very directly, Chapter Leader."

Wangorich smiled and raised his glass and gestured back:

"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 accounts for 90% of the human empire’s interstellar shipping. Aren’t their priests more effective than me in many places?”

"Power is a judgment based on cognition and logic, while danger is a kind of intuition, Grand Master of the Assassin's Court."

Fu Qinghai smiled and explained:

"You are different from other high lords. There are even a few very powerful Space Marines in this hall, but I still think you are the most dangerous among us. There is no specific reason. This is what you have brought to me. Feel."

"I have to say that your intuition is very accurate. Maybe I am indeed more dangerous. So do you want me to tell you another difference between me and those nobles? You and I, Qingshan Khan, we are on the same side. We stand on the same side. 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 talks about the edge of Kronos Expansion The scenery is beautiful, your subtle flattery greatly benefits the men, and your humorous jokes make the ladies tremble... However, I see contempt and contempt in your eyes. In fact, you don't look down on what is in front of you at all. This group of people, you despise them, you play with them.”

Wangorich stared into Fu Qinghai’s eyes:

"All this means that you are not satisfied with what you see on Terra, right, Khan?"

"I'm not satisfied...so what?"

Fu Qinghai shrugged noncommittally:

"Did I kill them all?"

"Hahahahahaha."

Wangorich suddenly laughed wildly:

"You mentioned one of the ways, Qingshan Khan."

Wangorich made a gesture of invitation, and the two of them turned and walked out together. The Grand Master of the Assassin 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 I'm talking about on the other side."

Wangorich turned to face the banquet hall.

"Euskina Tull."

He pointed at 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 are right."

Wangorich sighed and pointed at the others:

"But you might as well look at the rest of the people. Anvar of the Astral Court and Sark of the Astral Court are busy maintaining this empire. They are too easily attracted to a quick solution and have short-sightedness. You may not know that the Inquisition not long ago There has just been a coup. This department that Machado had high hopes for has lost hundreds of people. Years have been consumed by internal strife and embarrassment. Both the Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Guard, Williot, and the High Lord, Admiral Lanson, surround Udo. Lanson was also an outstanding naval commander. , but of all people, he bears the greatest responsibility for this mess."

"When we attack."

Fu Qinghai recalled calmly and said:

"The naval fleet remains 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 'Lord Commander-in-Chief 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 steps down. "

Wangoric offered speculation from his perspective.

Fu Qinghai noticed that Wangorich had some professional habits. For example, when he spoke, he habitually hid 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 went on to introduce other people:

"Well, that fat man is Pope Meslin. He has more jewelry than the three countesses combined. I have never seen such an unholy priest. Of course, let's not forget Kubik. Hidden away on Mars doing bad things, he is becoming a threat to the Empire, and all signs point to him trying to put Mars over 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 looked at the hall and asked lightly.

"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 compared politics to a game, which 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 that he is a reincarnation. : When you are strong, you play the game, when you are too weak, the game plays you.

"What if I knock the board over completely?"

Fu Qinghai narrowed his eyes slightly and asked softly:

"What's left of this game?"

"All that's left is you and me."

Wangorich laughed and said, tapping the "Defend 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 flaming pit and try to clean up this mess, Qingshan Khan. I do not wish to see the day when the Empire of Man must rely on the hand of the Master Assassin. We are the Assassins "We are gardeners, pruning here and there. We do not exist to transform government on a grand scale, nor to exercise powers forbidden by the Emperor."

Fu Qinghai frowned slightly when he heard this.

This wasn't 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 empty."

Wangorich raised his glass and looked at it and said to himself:

"I want to drink tonight, it's been such a tiring week."

Wangorich put down the empty wine glass, put a hand on Fu Qinghai's shoulder armor, lowered his eyes and whispered:

"Let's continue another time."

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 again in private, not now."

Fu Qinghai looked at Wangorich and suggested:

"I still have a lot of good wine in the wine cabinet in the captain's cabin. I believe I can't beat Terra's wine. I guarantee that you can 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 Qingshan Khan's profile without saying a word.

Wangoric 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 spoke:

"Aoyama Khan might need a little kicking."

"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 superior to other battle groups."

Williot warned in a low voice.

"Furthermore, other sub-groups of the White Scars, including the parent group 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 give him a little whack."

Udo snorted and said:

"I'm not trying to take away his position."

…

After Wangorich left.

Fu Qinghai turned his attention to the banquet hall.

He saw Kurland 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 Thrawn 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 a mission outside. After the robbery, Thorne also became the acting chapter leader of the Paragon Fists after they responded to the final call of the Wall to assemble.

They are also people who have lost their own battle groups.

The two of them had a bit of a sympathy for each other.

"I'm tired of their flattery and cajoling."

Thorne spoke in a low voice.

"This hall is a den of vipers."

Kurland nodded in agreement.

"Yes, I still prefer life in war. The life of bolters and chainswords is much better than this."

Thorne looked around with an unhappy expression.

"I agree, but Issachar is right, we have another kind of battle to fight now, a war without smoke."

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.

"Both of you."

Fu Qinghai simply said hello:

"At tomorrow's meeting, I will..."

"Chapter Master! I'm here to express my 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 pleased."

The fat man looked at the three chapter leaders and said loudly.

The three of them turned around to look at the visitor.

"Are you Meslin, the Pope of the State Church?"

Kurland asked, and Meslin was surprised by his feigned ignorance, but quickly regained his composure.

"This is nothing more than a grandiose title for a humble role. I am lucky enough to be able to interpret the Emperor's will."

He bowed stiffly, his fat chin trembling with exertion, and 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 the Emperor is happy about this?"

"Why do you talk to me like that?"

Meslin pointed at Thorn and said loudly:

"You have violated the will of the Holy Emperor!"

"Your religious beliefs mean nothing to me."

Thorne remained unmoved:

"The Paragon Fists follow the Imperial Truth, established by the Emperor during the Great Crusade. How quickly you forget."

"A thousand years is a long time, Chapter Master, and the Imperial Truth is all but forgotten. The Book of Divinations has long since told us that the Emperor believes that the Imperial Truth is a necessary lie, and the very name itself is an irony. Only It is only in death that the Emperor takes off his physical form and reveals himself to us in his true glorious form!"

Meslin countered with his theory.

"I disagree. You and your cult have desecrated his memory with idolatry. That's simply not the case."

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 looked like he was lamenting.

“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 take part in the jihad for the moon landing, right, Your Holiness?"

Fu Qinghai suddenly asked.

"Yeah, yeah! It's the only right thing."

The pope of the state religion nodded indifferently and admitted.

"That turns out to be 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 look of surprise crossed 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.

"Yeah, 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 live by it, and right now it seems that some may be more receptive to those truths than others."

Meslin 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'm done."

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 and cheat."

With that said, 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 among the crowd.

Fu Qinghai looked at the backs of the two Space Marines 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 was pulled back tightly and tied in a delicate knot, revealing her softly curved jawline. She wore a thick black coat that looked like a military uniform, a wide collar with gold buttons, and loose blue trousers tied underneath. Wearing high-top black boots. Except for 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 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 not returned to its busiest state.

"Ta, ta, ta, ta..."

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. They seemed quite delicious. I would like to ask you to get some for me. I will give them to Feiyi 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 go 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 this kind of thing."

"Hiss...hoo..."

Vera's chest rose and fell, and she took several deep breaths to calm down the anger in her heart that wanted to curse.

Fu Qinghai saw Vera standing still.

"Is there anything else?"

So he asked sincerely.

"certainly."

Vera sneered and gritted her teeth and said:

"I came here to find you at the risk of exposure, not just to bring you a few snacks for your little girlfriend."

"What happened?"

"Planet Cordra."

Vera spoke out a noun in a deep voice:

"Volkan is on the planet of Cordra, I am 100% sure. The Inquisition has received some clues, but they cannot confirm them yet. They may choose to notify you. But I can be sure that it is there, because that is what is written in the original novel. Volkan has already appeared, you can prepare in advance."

"Hmm..."

Fu Qinghai narrowed his eyes 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 and said:

"I will ask my acolyte to bring snacks later."

...

The battleship of the Rectification, the captain's room.

Fu Qinghai stood here alone.

He spread his hands and supported himself on the edge of the desk.

He stared at the rotating projection in front of him.

This is a huge and complex battle plan that he made after taking time out every day to modify and improve it during his voyage to Terra. In this battle plan, all the secret weapons in the regiment's arsenal are under consideration. This battle plan is not aimed at any battle moon, but directly at the orcs' base camp-Ullanor.

Tonight, this battle plan will be presented to a person who is not a senior officer of the Chapter for the first time.

"Sister of Silence, Primarch..."

Fu Qinghai stared at the details in the plan and said to himself:

"Everything is ready, only the east wind is missing."

In the original novel of "Beast Wars", the human empire launched an expedition to Ullanor three times.

The first time, the Martian Mechanic Cult analyzed the source of the orc genes and confirmed with the clues found by another expedition 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 didn't work, and the Primarch died here.

The second time, Kurland accidentally discovered that the Sisters of Silence could restrain the orcs' crazy boy. He took Volkan as an example, found and persuaded the Sisters of Silence who were originally unwilling to serve the Empire to regroup and launch another march to Ullanor. The Sisters of Silence used psychic energy to kill several "greenskin primarchs" successfully, 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 commander of the coalition Kurland was killed, and the high lords were basically desperate and did not intend to attack Ullanor again, and the human coalition stopped fighting. Sion won the championship in the Blade Feast. 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 an expedition to Ullanor for the third time. In the end, the "beast of beasts" was killed at the cost of a Sister of Silence committing suicide.

In short, the three expeditions of the Human Empire to Ullanor were really dragging and the losses were painful.

Now that Fu Qinghai knew the plot, it was equivalent to copying the correct answer directly. Naturally, he could not fight Ullanor three more times. He wanted to achieve his goal in one battle, and 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 and call the director of the think tank."

Fu Qinghai thought for a while and told his secretary Qingming.

"Okay, master."

...

Danjur arrived at the captain's room soon.

Sitting opposite Fu Qinghai's desk.

"The Asgard artifact I asked you to study, the two magic versions of the whirlwind torpedoes, have you come to a conclusion?"

Fu Qinghai looked at Danjur and asked.

"Got it, Khan."

The think tank director nodded and said:

"But the conclusion is not optimistic."

"How should I put it?"

"The Eternal Flame still needs to be used with Surtur's helmet to summon the Ragnarok-level fire demon, but Surtur will not be controlled by us. I can't inspire the same power of the Eternal Flame with my fire psychic energy alone."

Tanjur said with a serious face:

"I have tried the Ancient Winter Treasure Box repeatedly, and I have also consulted the relevant information of Asgard. Only people 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 Flame can be used, but the Ancient Winter Treasure Box cannot.

So should the Eternal Flame be used in Ullanor?

Fu Qinghai crossed his fingers and rested them on his chin in thought.

In addition, the fire giant Surtur is not under control after being summoned, which is also a hidden danger. Surtur and the Asgardians have a blood feud, so in the movie, he smashed and destroyed Asgard as soon as he appeared. What if, what if he found out that he was in the wrong place after being summoned, and didn't fight the orcs?

"Don't consider these two magic artifacts for now."

Fu Qinghai thought for a moment and finally gave up.

"Okay, Khan, I'm going back."

Danjur got up and said goodbye and left the captain's room.

The director of the think tank just left.

"Master."

Secretary Qingming came to report:

"The Grand Master of the Assassin's Court, Wangoliqi wants to see you."

Fu Qinghai's mouth curled up a smile.

"Please let him in."

…………