Orc Tyrant

The pain struck the back of his eyeballs with a teasing caress and tremors. When he repelled the numb pain and wished to be temporarily quiet, the pain immediately struck again at an unpleasant speed.

The black knight Bruce Wayne opened his dry and tired eyes with his fingers. He didn't need the physiological display on the wristband to tell himself that he hadn't slept for two weeks. He clearly felt it every hour.

"grown ups?"

Suddenly, a female voice broke the dark silence.

He looked away from the floating tactical monitor in front of him and saw a black-haired woman in a messy uniform holding her helmet with goggles in one hand.

When he looked at the woman, the scenery of the bridge returned to his thoughts, interrupting the fragile moment of concentration. He did his best to ignore the whispers, whispered conversations, and button presses of hundreds of personnel on duty. Engraved sound.

"Go ahead, Karina."

"Let me say something respectfully... You look a bit bad, my lord."

"It sounds disrespectful to me, what do you want to do?"

"I have bad news, my lord."

Bruce doesn't have to smirk, because bad news is one of the few things that can really make him laugh.

"tell me the story."

"The Black Sword has just returned to the port, Commander Yul is also on board, and is alive and well."

"He is the newest admiral of the fleet now? Congratulations for telling me that he was made admiral simply because he was the last surviving officer of the Deep Submarine Fleet, but what's the bad news?"

"He just told me that Val was also dead in the ambush of the Trust Anti-Submarine Fleet. This means that only one person is left in the Seahawks Alliance. Do I need to redeploy other teams to the Black Sword?"

Bruce put the question aside.

"Tell the admiral that it's his own business, whatever he does, my only order is that you and your team will continue to be stationed on the Blood Hand."

Karina saluted in the traditional way of the Imperial Navy, with her palms claws and her fingers touching her chest above her heart.

"Your trust in me and my subordinates is so happy, my lord."

Bruce had already turned his gaze back to the holographic display, studying possible attack locations on the route.

"You can go if it's okay"

"Yes, my lord."

Watching her leave, Bruce finally gave up and continued to observe the monitor.

"you."

He pointed to the nearest crew member with a terrifying appearance.

"Yes."

A lifeless voice responded, the biochemical eyes of this thing didn't seem to focus on anything at all.

"Record these routes and send them to the remaining submarines."

"obey."

The slurred slave said that its fingers had been cut off and replaced with many pointed cones, each of which was a key to the terminal of the command cabin.

He sent out the information quickly and without interruption within five soft clicks.

Bruce returned his gaze to the empty command seat. Before he was ambushed, Fleet Admiral Torun Kashmir occupied the position next to this seat. He always maintained a consistent calm and self-control. He is the most trusted naval commander of the Shadow Prince. Even let him be in charge of this flagship, even if the Shadow Prince is on board, his orders are very important.

However, he underestimated the trust's anti-submarine capability and the determination of the traitor. He was assassinated in his seat by his adjutant, causing the deep submarine fleet to be headless and defeated one by one.

And this is already five days ago.

The entire deep submarine fleet now has only one-third of the ships remaining capable of sailing, and the remaining one-third needs to be overhauled. Among them, the deep submarine carrier is only left with the Bloodhand and the Black Sword, even them. There were very few sea-skimming vehicles left, which was a devastating failure.

This secret fleet was built by the Shadow Prince at a huge expense and used a lot of unknown technology to deal with the rumored main fleet of the Trust Council. Now it looks like this, and I don’t know what expression he will look like when he returns.

The only thing Bruce is certain is that many people will probably die.

In the next second, he pulled himself back to reality.

"All members of the Shadow Blade must assemble on the Blood Hand."

After he finished speaking, he didn't care who delivered these orders.

"I will wait for them in Prince Shadow's room."

Then he left the command cabin without saying a word.

"Wayne."

When the heavy door retreated aside, the old man greeted him.

For a short moment before putting on the smirk, Bruce showed a very confused expression. When he glanced at the old man sitting at the table surrounded by dead animals, his eyes were full of suspicion.

"Why are you here?"

"accident."

Yaninping nodded and said:

"Did something go wrong? I heard that the fleet was ambushed and suffered heavy losses."

"As always, the bad news is always one after another. The Shadow Blade will gather here at midnight. Warlock, find a separate place to stay."

Yaninping responded with trembling and asthma under a string of respirators.

"Where should I go?"

"An interesting question, I don't care, just don't stay here anyway."

"But Wayne..."

Bruce turned around very, very slowly, and even if he wasn't wearing a helmet, the neck attachment of his armor would make an uncomfortable noise when he turned his head to face the old man.

"You have kind..."

He rubbed his teeth and said, "

"Tell me to look like that again."

Yaninping looked at the black knight standing beside the tortured corpse, his face was as pale as if he was also a hung corpse, and the gleaming sharp claws could tear him into strips of cloth.

"Bruce."

Then he said quietly.

"Much better, shouldn't you stay in the City of Shadows?"

"not now."

"It's really fun. If you really want to stay, at least give me peace of mind."

"Thank you, Bruce."

Bruce snorted to express his knowledge, and went through the hanging corpses to the big round table used by the shadow prince seated at Yaningping. One side was occupied by the warlock’s documents and scroll board, and the rest was placed The corpse was full of torn apart, it looked like it was torn by brute force without tools.

Blackened meat scraps spilled all over the tabletop, dotted with dried blood and viscous body fluids.

Faced with such a crazy situation, Bruce shook his head and started to clear the corpses.

"do not do that."

Suddenly, Yaningping raised his hand to discourage him:

"Don't do that, Black Knight."

"Why not?"

That's how it was said, but Bruce's hand remained motionless on top of the corpse.

"Master Fan Haixin will speak to them."

"Did you say that."

"Do not."

Yaningping cleared his throat, but his voice was still muddy.

"I mean, he talks to them like a living person, he will know that the body has been moved, which will irritate him."

Bruce sneered, grabbed the corpse's bare spine and swept it off the table, the fragments making a muffled noise as they fell to the ground.

"We can wait for him to return to deal with his crazy behavior, if he can really come back alive."