[Both, can you listen to me? 】

[After all, I guess I'm part of this talk, right?] 】

Before her abrupt voice could turn the gaze of the stubborn steel and the tattered stone in front of her, Morgan's nerve centers urged her facial cortex to create the most natural-looking smile.

That's right, smile, Morgan: all you have to do now is smile.

In her heart, the Lord of Avalon was hypnotizing herself.

Smile, that's it.

Have a kind face, a soft voice, a fair attitude, move as non-aggressively as possible, and avoid the damn minefields: the most important thing is to suppress the anger and psionic frenzy in your heart, and stop thinking about throwing these two stubborn deposits out the window.

This is not Prague, there are no Germans in front of you, no dung trucks or straw piles outside, only tens of thousands of pairs of eyes belonging to Astarte warriors: if you annoy them, it will take you hours to kill these little cubs.

So, be calm, be elegant, and stay on the white mark you drew in advance between the forearms: a little up is the elbow joint, which is used to fight, and a little down is the wrist, which is used to be a civilized person.

As for where it goes: it's up to these two bastards to give you face.

…… That's right, that's it......

Morgan was silent for another second, to calm her heart, until the two barrels of explosives in front of her, which would be ignited at any moment, had already straightened up again, turned their faces, and waited for her words with a serious expression, and then the Spider Queen licked her lips and let the last trace of resentment slip quietly from her smiling lips and teeth.

You can still be civilized.

Then, the Lord of Avalon stretched out two fingers, curled up, and pressed against the table in front of her, his lips touched, and the invisible shock scattered like a wave, sweeping the entire conference room in the blink of an eye.

It was as if time was turning back, and the objects that had suffered the unwarranted disaster in the previous conflict between the two primordials were picked up by the Spider Queen's ruthless hand: the broken table began to heal, the scattered documents flew back to their original positions one after another, and even the slight smell of gunpowder in the air was swallowed up by the cold breath in Morgan's pupils one after another.

The laws of time have been invisibly tampered with in the fingers of the genetic prototype, far more amazing than any time weapon of the Heruds, although this situation only lasted for a short dozen seconds, but it still left a deep impression on the two imperial heirs who witnessed the whole process: the Iron Lord's eyes widened, he seemed to be quite aware of the strange scene in front of him, and the spark of inspiration flashed in his head, while the genetic prototype of the Fist of the Empire was just watching, waiting for Morgan's words with full attention.

But in any case, when the Lord of Avalon spoke again, both Dorne and Perturabo had temporarily forgotten the previous unpleasantness and listened attentively.

[First of all, I have no intention of interrupting this debate between you, and I can understand the reason for your debate: after all, this is a military meeting, and the battles that took place in the past must be discussed. 】

The Lord of Avalon took her voice to the point where it sounded authoritative to read the communiqué, but without losing its original softness, and after noticing the remaining gloom on the face of the Olympians, Morgan forced what had just happened to be a "debate" the moment he spoke.

This neutral domain made Perturabo's face look a little better, and Dorne had no problem with it: the Spider Queen had a full view of the two brothers' faces, and she already had the answer in her mind after the comparison.

Morgan knew, and she could favor Perturabo a little: as long as he didn't mess up the [business] in Dorne's heart, then the Lord of Inwitt wouldn't care about the minutiae and the benefits of his tongue, and this stubborn stone was far more open-minded than his brother of steel.

Thinking of this, the first smile was rightfully given to Perturabo, who was already half angry, and Morgan nodded at him, only to receive an extremely gloomy response from the Lord of Steel.

She didn't care.

[As I have just said, Brother Perturabo, this is a military meeting of the highest level, so that any battle can naturally be discussed here, and any opinion can be put forward here: whether or not the course of this battle is misinterpreted, whether the opinion itself is reckless or not, we must respect the question and the person who asks it, and use wisdom and answers to dispel the confusion in their hearts. 】

The Dawnbreaker Legion's genetic protogenone narrowed her eyes slightly, and she watched Dorne's immobility as she watched the Iron Lord's face soften: it was no easier job than commanding a few legions to fight on the ground in Nukeria.

Morgan whispered before continuing.

[You must understand, brother, even if you are a genius like Michelangelo, when facing the mayor who knows nothing about art, you must also pick up your own plaster powder and pretend to satisfy the ignorance of the other party: you are a greater genius than Michelangelo, and our brother is by no means ignorant of war, the fierce debate between you is understandable, but please don't forget a little ......]

"We are at war. 】

The primordial pupils were satisfied to see that the Iron Lord's face softened because of the secret flattery in her words, and even a faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips, restraining his anger: seeing that his goal had been achieved, Morgan changed his mind and turned his gaze to Dorne who was standing on the other side.

As she thought, the Lord of the Emperor's Fist was just standing there, and although he was listening to the conversation between Morgan and Peturabo, he may not have been unaware of the derogatory connotations that were implied on him, but he still just stood there quietly, unconcerned about what was happening in front of him.

This made Morgan breathe a sigh of relief, and his heart also became more and more appreciative of the genetic prototype of the Fist of the Empire, but when she actually spoke to Dorne, there was not much relief and preferential treatment in Morgan's tone, and the Lord of Avalon instead adhered to a businesslike and efficient attitude, and his voice was as cold as a machine.

Just as Morgan had guessed, this efficiency did not disgust Dorne, but rather this attitude of "hatred and hatred" that made the Iron Lord next to him smile, and he felt the strong support of his Avalon blood relatives from this favoritism.

[I hope you don't forget, my Invit blood relative. 】

Morgan and Dorne stared at each other.

You and your legion have been sent here by the Council of Terra to ensure the success of this expedition, not to review past regrets: you know, brother, that as we attack the heart of the Kraken Abyss, we will face a very different opponent than we did a few months ago. 】

Dorne nodded, motioning for Morgan to continue.

[Today, in front of us are the Heruds, powerful aliens of little knowledge to us, entrenched in the intricate tunnels, possessing profane technology and a vast force that we cannot comprehend: in the face of such an adversary, it is an act of sacrifice to discuss an offensive and defensive battle that took place a few months ago. 】

[We should look forward, only by looking forward, can we win: since what has happened has happened, then dwelling on its mistakes here will only turn the debate into a useless quarrel, and I think you should have seen through and figured this out in the few minutes you have just felt. 】

"I have no problem with that."

Dorne nodded again, without the slightest hesitation, apparently listening only to the useful parts of Morgan's words, and ignoring the rhetorical statements that seemed to him to be inherently useless.

"According to the information I have gathered, you have been trapped by the Herud alien you just mentioned for the past ten days: I really know very little about this latest situation, because at that time my fleet spent almost all of its time on subspace voyages, so naturally there was no time for relevant intelligence gathering."

"It was my mistake, Morgan."

Dorne nodded, and he neatly admitted his lack of preparation.

This [concession] made the Lord of Avalon quietly breathe a sigh of relief, and she felt that she had once again grasped the reins that were gradually unwielding between her fingers, so that the course of the meeting would not continue to spiral out of control: but just as the Spider Empress was thinking about how she should properly open the next topic, the heavy muffled sound of the Lord of Olympia caused a cold sweat to break down the back of Morgan's neck in an instant.

"Humph!"

Perturabo smiled, his smile so vicious and angry.

"So: are you nitpicking on the victories achieved by me and my legion without any knowledge of the existing situation? Don't you think it's a slander, you don't even understand what we're up against, and you don't care about the blood we've shed in this realm. ”

This tirade is full of the feeling of resentment in the Iron Lord's heart, and it is obvious that he has just made a sluggish response to Dorne's "big words", and the dangerous atmosphere that has been erased by Morgan's words and means, because the simple words of the Olympians are rekindled at this moment.

【……】

The Lord of Avalon didn't even have time to sigh in her heart, she hastily changed her countenance from the [high efficiency] she had just now to a perfect smile, and before she had time to think deeply, Morgan could only pull out those futile persuasions to slow down the situation.

[I think we should probably ......]

"I'm not slandering, brother."

Sadly, before the Lord of Avalon could utter a complete sentence, Dorne spoke unhindered, like a calculator programmed in advance, and he turned around, his strong, stubborn voice mercilessly overriding Morgan's struggle.

"I'm just pointing out the problem."

"Questions?"

Perturabo laughed angrily.

"You are in the warm and comfortable safe house of the Sun Field, thousands of stars away from the real front line, and you know the situation of the war through the materials on paper and the words of those around you, Dorne, how dare you point out any problems of this war to me, who have been fighting on the front line: if the problems in your mouth are real, not yet another illusory slander of yours."

[You know that's not the case, Peturabo......]

"Based on what you just said, you can see a few problems."

【……】

The Lord's outstretched arm froze in mid-air, while her two blood brothers were still fighting each other in oblivion: this round, it was Dorne's turn to attack.

The Lord of Inwitt stared at his brother with a wry eye, and although Perturabo's pupils had rekindled with rage, the original body of the Imperial Fist did not flinch in the slightest, and there was not the slightest compromise in his words.

"In the first place, all my words are neither nitpicking nor slander, for the former is an accusation of innocuous things, and the latter is a fabrication of non-existent facts: but the blood left by your legion in the Kraken Abyss is definitely not insignificant, and these blood casualties are real, and there is no need for me to fabricate their existence."

"Your legion is bleeding, brother, bleeding because of your command, and I don't need to make up lies about your heavy losses at all, because you have suffered heavy losses: any legion that has lost a third of its strength can be called a heavy loss, and you don't need to bother with it."

“……”

The Lord of Avalon watched as Perturabo's breathing became rapid again, and Morgan wanted to say something, but the crumbling strings of reason in her mind prevented her from adjusting her words as quickly as she usually did, and Dorne's voice was so unguardable.

[Wait a minute......

"Secondly, it's not that I don't know what opponents you're facing, and I haven't neglected my own intelligence channels, and I'm well aware of how difficult those Heruds are, and I'm not indifferent to the blood you left behind."

Dorne cocked up his finger.

"And here I would like to point out to you the problems that arise from this question, my brother Perturabo: the sacrifice of the army and the blood of the warriors were made possible to make the Great Expedition of the Empire a complete success as soon as possible, to spread the territory of mankind, not to make anyone care about their sacrifice."

"If you let your warriors bleed and die in order to win anyone's attention: whether this person is the Emperor, one of our brothers, or anyone else in the galaxy, it is a deeply irresponsible act, a mistake of great individualism that only the worst commander would make."

Dorne paused, perhaps seeing Perturabo's trembling body, and nodded, giving his brother some comfort in a serious and sincere manner.

"I'm sure you wouldn't do it: no commander would be stupid to that point."

【……】

Seeing the familiar blood-red color climb into the corner of the Iron Lord's eyes again, Morgan didn't even have the strength to sigh, and she could hear the crackling sound of strings breaking in her head.

"You mean, I'm just an inferior commander in your eyes?"

"In your eyes, my conquest in the Kraken Abyss is so full of holes? Is it to exchange these huge casualties for those meaningless flattery! ”

The Iron Lord spoke, his voice trembling like his body, and it was clear that Perturabo didn't hear every word of Dorne's words, he only selectively heard the parts that made him angry: enough for the Iron Lord to gasp heavily.

In this regard, Dorne's grim features hung a puzzled look.

"I don't mean that, brother."

[That's right! He didn't mean to......]

"But you are right about one thing, this expedition of yours is indeed full of problems, you and your legions are trapped here, unable to continue to push the Empire's front forward, and the emergence of this situation has shown that there is a problem, it has been explained that it is in you and your legion. At least one side is not fit for this expedition: you need to review yourselves in time and make changes. ”

"I ...... And my legion? ”

Again, Perturabo ignored most of Dorne's words, and his first answer in a fit of rage surprised even the Lord of Avalon on the sidelines.

"On what basis do you accuse my legion? They used their blood to build the Empire's path to the Kraken Abyss, and didn't you and your cubs step on their blood in the past ten days and come all the way to me? Who are you to accuse them of their sacrifice here! ”

"I'm really not qualified."

Dorne nodded, he didn't even let Perturabo laugh again.

"And if you also think that the problem is not with your legion, then it can only symbolize one thing, brother: the embarrassing situation of this war is your cause, because there is already a problem with your command ability."

"You need to adjust, Peturabo."

“……”

【……】

The air was quiet for a moment.

Let everyone hear the earth-shattering explosion.

"I ?!!"

This time, the Olympian's voice was a real roar.

"What do you mean: now the reason for all this is to blame on me?!!"

[Wait!] Calm down......]

"For now, that's true."

Dorne nodded, and he even agreed with Peturabo's words.

"Because the reality is that your expeditionary fleet is stuck here before my reinforcements arrive, and this dilemma arises naturally because there is a problem: this problem is either the weakness of the legion itself, or the flaw in military command."

"And since we've all agreed that your Legion isn't a weak division, there's something wrong with the chain of command: as you just said, Perturabo, your Legion is respectable, but it looks like you're not playing their best part."

“…… What do you mean? ”

The Iron Lord's eyes widened, and he was no longer angry: because of Donne's blunt words, the Iron Lord's anger had broken through the threshold in an instant, and had reached a dead silence.

"Is that what you really think: do you think I've failed my legion? Do you think I've failed the Emperor's mission to me? You have put this expedition in trouble because of your own selfish desires and incompetence?!! ”

[I don't think he meant it that way......]

"No, that's what I meant."

Dorne stared fearlessly into Perturabo's crazy eyes.

"Because we have ruled out other options before this, there is only one possibility that leads to the current dilemma: the problem is indeed yours, brother, your performance in this expedition is not enough to live up to the Emperor's expectations of you."

"If you don't rectify it in time, Peturabo."

"You're going to disappoint the Emperor."

【…… Damn ......]

Morgan couldn't say anything: she could only scold here.

"...... Dorne"

Perturabo gritted his teeth, the green tendons on his head and the external chain of command protruding together, like a hungry beast for half a month, the thick steel gloves waved in mid-air, making a piercing sound of breaking the air: it was naturally impossible for such a gesture to vent the anger in his heart, and after standing in place and burning in anger for a few seconds, the Iron Lord's suppressed anger finally echoed throughout the conference room.

"So arrogant, so stupid."

"Unforgivable ......"

He stared at Dorne as if Dorne was staring at him.

"Donne, I will never tolerate your humiliation of me, your hubris and ignorance have opened the gates of hell, and there is only one way to put an end to this!"

“…… Bleeding ......"

"Someone will shed blood for all this!"

"You! I! Or ......"

Or......

——————

【……】

[Or you. 】

Morgan sighed, shaking her head as she pulled her cuffs to her elbows: at that moment, she heard the last of her sanity crumbling in her head.

The Lord of Avalon carefully put away the only plan in front of her.

Then: inhale, chest up, head up, fingers out, facing forward.

She opened her eyes.

In her pupils: it was a tenn-million-fold madness more terrifying than the eyes of the enraged Perturabo and the gaze of the stubborn Dorne.

Morgan laughed.

[Two ......]

[Now......]

[Give me silence!! 】

(End of chapter)