Orc Tyrant

"Answer me, Wayne, did you teach people any idea of ​​peace in Arkham? Did you bring science or enlightenment to that society? In the human utopia you expected, you achieved something other than violence and coercion. Achievement?"

"The result is the same. Fear can only be a weapon."

"There is no other way."

"No? Have you tried other ways?"

"This, yes, only, one, way..."

"The only way? You say this is the only way? How do other cities do it? How do other places do it? Is it by beating criminals on the town square?"

"Is this important? I let these people live like individuals, unaffected by wildness, I let them step into civilization and get rid of the most primitive instincts, I sublimate them from the realm of beasts."

"And these civilizations disappeared less than a second after you turned around, so tell me again about your success, and tell me again how the so-called perfection works."

"Do not……"

Opening his eyes, the black knight took a deep breath, and the circulating air pouring into his lungs was extremely cold.

His other senses gradually recovered. He smelled the scent of the closed cabin mixed with bleach and chemicals, and there was a trace of blood that could not hide. He heard asthma and heartbeat, and he heard the alarm.

police……

He did not have time to blame himself when he fell asleep in the combat post. He quickly connected to the communication network and was immediately overwhelmed by countless quarrels. He focused on the data flashing on the display board in front of him, and opened the The flagship pitch black sword communication.

"I am Bruce."

"Sir!"

He didn't recognize this voice. It was obviously a man, but it might be one of hundreds of bridge crews. He had always had difficulty distinguishing their individual voices. In fact, he had difficulty even remembering their looks.

"Tell me what happened."

"The flagship of the First Fleet, the Eternal Fury, was ganged up by the enemy, and we received a signal for help."

"Well, during my... distracted time, do those brave beasts have any decision?"

"Please be serious, brother."

An indifferent voice cut into the channel, followed by a chaotic electromagnetic pop.

After receiving the transformation, Bruce had a special way of smiling, pleasure appeared in the dark eyes, and then the corners of his mouth were slightly twisted, like a smile squeezed out of the corpse by someone’s cheek, or as if he didn’t at all. It seemed to understand the sense of humor that the people around him had, but he still used his limited ability to the extreme.

"Presumably you already have a plan?"

"We do have."

The first person spoke, and Bruce knew that it was Thaklo who was talking just by listening to the bellows-like voice.

"We need to find an opportunity to give the Trust's fleet a hard blow. The problem is, at least half of the Trust's fleet is monitoring us."

Bruce raised his forehead and sighed:

"This is your plan?"

"Yes."

The high-ranking congressman of Shadow Blade cleared his throat, a certain level of skill is needed at this moment.

"First of all, you plan to take us on a path we shouldn't take. You are clamoring for revenge, to bleed for a war that is not ours for the time being."

Others hesitated.

"Of course, what else can we do?"

"What we should fight is a war we are sure to win."

Bruce responded to them.

"Run?"

Opheel said, his voice filled with doubts.

"You brought us to this battlefield, and now your attitude confuses me... We have an obligation to assist the First Fleet."

Bruce raised his eyebrows, although the movement was blocked by his helmet.

"Pay for the little boat we have? It is difficult for you to arouse the bloodthirsty desire of the prince? There is no reason at all, brother, I have to learn a little skill to fight the enemy while maintaining our own Strength, the deep submarine fleet can no longer afford to lose."

"But the First Fleet seems to be about to fail."

"It's not necessarily. Those navies are far tougher than you think."

"The fleet of the Trust Council has no defense against us."

Arhan also intervened.

"As long as we attack correctly, we can still win this battle."

"Why do you think I would prohibit any ship from approaching the battlefield?"

Bruce responded with that uncomfortable sneer.

"I can guarantee that as long as we get closer and the torpedo has not left the launch tube, the other's depth charges will fall on us first."

Sacklow's low voice was filled with obvious anger.

"You always pretend to know everything, Black Knight, but this is not the basis for you to control the Shadow Blade. You have no right to ask us to do anything."

Bruce was still smiling, but they couldn't hear him in his voice.

"Don't threaten me, brother, it won't do you any good."

"Brothers, calm down."

Navarre, who has not spoken, said softly:

"Bruce, you are right. We must take care to avoid unnecessary losses to the severely damaged fleet, and Sacklow, you are also right. Since you are already on the battlefield, you must gain something, mission and The rewards are equal, but we must act cautiously. Now this point of time is too critical."

"I am grateful for your peacemaker attitude, Sacklow."

Bruce's voice is very gentle, not as aggressive as usual.

"It is possible to help the New California Navy, but it has to be changed."

"We have no other way except torpedoes and sea eagles."

Alast? Charol fell silent again after only saying such a word.

"No, we have others."

Although there are many layers of decks and seawater between each other, all the councillors can clearly hear the unique laughter from the lungs.

Whenever this kind of laughter appeared, it meant that the Black Knight had some crazy plan again.

"So... what is it?"

After more than ten seconds of silence in the channel, Opheel asked cautiously.

"Who said that? Their flagship was jumped to help, right? Was it Ok or the Council of Trust?"

"Son of Dawn of the Council of Trust."

"This is much simpler. They can go, but we can't go?"

"what do you mean……"

Although you can't see each other's expressions, Bruce can imagine their confusion and doubts, which can be regarded as his only entertainment in the council.

"Your ability to understand is worse than I thought, everyone, except for the Seahawks and the torpedoes, aren't we a weapon ourselves?"

"Bruce, you don't mean to..."

"Yes, jump to help."