"The Emperor sent me a star map—"

"-Wait a minute," Killiman stopped Rika Fujimaru from turning on the portable star map projection, "Don't just skip the more important part. ”

Rika Fujimaru looked at him blankly, apparently not feeling that she had skipped anything "more important".

Coetze's sneer came from the other end of the room: "It's so important to a good and exemplary baby who does everything he does and wants to do his best in exchange for his father's praise: 'If dad has something to say, why don't you just tell me?'" Is there something I'm not doing well? ’”

He obviously had the second half of the sentence, but everyone in the room collectively glared at him. After judging the situation, the second half of the sentence was still swallowed back into his stomach by him with a giggle.

"I didn't mean that." Kiriman tried his best to keep his embarrassment to the bottom of his heart, and he would never admit it, in fact, about a third of the elements in that sentence, which did mean that, "I want to know, why did you confirm that it was the star language sent by the emperor, and not from something else?" ”

"It's hard to put into words...... "Rika Fujimaru thought for a few seconds, "it's like when someone punches you in the face, theoretically you'll naturally see his face." The face is indeed the emperor, and the fists are also the emperor's, so he is naturally the emperor. ”

At this moment, Kiriman couldn't help but split a thread to think: why fists.

"That doesn't sound very reliable." He said it euphemistically, and here it was Coetz who answered him with a mocking voice:

"You can tell if you take a beating." There was a hint of apprehension in his brother's gloating tone, "I've heard that you've also been to the throne room and spoken to him face to face. I'm sure you won't forget what an impressive feeling it was. ”

"I must remind you that the situation is different now, and the Emperor's mental state and control over psionic energy should be better than it was at the turn of the millennium." Rika Fujimaru raised her hand to speak like a student.

"I can't say, but that 'communication' I had with him more than half a year ago — " Coates gestured with his finger in disgust as he said the word "communication" in disgust, "and it felt like someone was rubbing the inside of my skull hard with sandpaper. It's strange to me that you can talk to him for a long time without anything. ”

Rika Fujimaru looked dazed and confused.

Killiman doesn't have a good opinion of this, although for different reasons, he feels that he has a similar expression on his face.

“…… All in all, let's talk about the content of Star Language......"

"Can you determine the source of this information—"

"—Seriously, little pigeon, you ought to show my brother your shrine so that he can't admit the fact that 'our father now has a more preferred microphone.'"

"I'm not a 'little pigeon'! You can't always call me that because I drew a 'pigeon' the first time I drew a card with you! Fujimaru Rika said with some annoyance, "And the emperor will not appear in the shrine on the Storm Frontier now, he will more likely project his consciousness on the idol in the Cathedral of Tyros." ”

"Wait a minute, what's going on?"

"Can we still get down to business!" Rika Fujimaru shouted angrily.

However, the actual effect of this shout was a bit comical: at the same time, she was driven by anger and tried to slap the table to stand up to increase the deterrent, but the actual result was that she forgot the size of her chair and slid directly through the air to the floor again, revealing only a pair of angry eyes from the edge of the table.

In Coetze's unabashed, gloating laughter, Killiman forced himself to hold back his laughter and look up, pretending he hadn't noticed. He was relieved that the victorious army around him had also remained silent, but he was also a little skeptical that Sicarius had secretly "snorted" under the cover of Kotz's laughter.

The angry Fujimaru Rika simply jumped on the spot, propped himself up with one hand, let his knees climb to the edge of the table, and finally took two steps forward on his knees, and simply knelt directly on the table. Then, ignoring everyone's reactions, she resolutely turned on the projector in her hand and adjusted the focus, so that the battlefield star map was projected in mid-air at a size that everyone could see.

"This is a simplified map of the battlefield prediction based on the message conveyed by the Emperor's Star Language, some real-time observations, and Conrad's prophecy." She declared it aloud, trying to drown out Coetze's still-unstoppable laughter, "All things considered, after calculations, I think that within two to five days, such a scene will actually happen." ”

Killiman glanced at the star map with Pamenio as the coordinate center, and was immediately shocked to throw many of the previous things out of the clouds, and suddenly got up from his chair: "How is it that Motarian's fleet has doubled?!" ”

"Don't ignore the edges of galaxies." "I know that my children and I have been neglected by the Empire since 10,000 years ago, but now, you shouldn't ignore their existence. ”

"—But about the Midnight Lord, Conrad will solve it himself. Isn't it? Fujimaru Rika turned her head away, her tone clearly threatening, "Regarding this part of the front, you, as their genetic protogen, should be able to solve it, right?" ”

"I don't guarantee it." Koetz's voice also indicated that he was clearly defiant, "I'm limited in the application of my gift for prophecy, and I can't see exactly what this will turn out to be. ”

"Oh? So do you mean you want to let the restrictions go? No problem. The threat in Fujimaru Rika's tone became even heavier, "Then I'll terminate the contract immediately, and then you can face the side effects of the prophecy yourself." ”

Conrad Coetze immediately raised his hands in surrender.

"Then, the Plague Warriors." Rika Fujimaru dragged her Aquila Scepter up from under the table, using her as a baton to circle the fleet blessed by Nurgle against the star map, "The Emperor thinks that the omen of this part of the increase in troops in the subspace is extremely clear, so I think this can basically be seen as a change that will indeed happen." ”

"How so?" Kiriman asked with a nervousness that could barely be hidden.

"Here's some little trivia of, uh, subspace gods." Rika Fujimaru explained, "Just as the empire is so large that it always seems that there are wars everywhere, so is the realm of the gods of the subspace. The relationship between Nurgle and Tzeentch has always been almost a mortal enemy, the latter will never let the former achieve such great results in the real universe so easily, but will continue to harass the former's rear in subspace when the former is conquering the city in reality, forcing the other party to divide his forces and not concentrate all his strength in reality. ”

"And what's the deal with all this extra fleet?" Killiman asked, "Has the subspace evil thing completely won at this time?" ”

"It's hard to say, but Tzeentch did withdraw his troops." Fujimaru Rika replied, "But he also has corresponding powers in spells and prophecies, and he can't hope that Nurgle will win too much, so in withdrawing his troops, he strengthens the omen of the future of Nurgle's army on the battlefield in reality, making them clearer and easier to interpret." Although this is the help of the Great Enemy, at least in the short term, it can be used by us. ”

Killiman didn't make an assessment, just looked down at the star map where the situation was absolutely not optimistic, and once again tensed his face.

Six o'clock (Miwoo).

(End of chapter)