At this moment, Lynn had no time to pay attention to Luna's tantrums.
He was maneuvering " Seven-Smasha," directing his own fleet to attack his own fleet.
Although his heart was bleeding, his plan had reached its most crucial step.
Thanks to their victory in repelling the Imperial Fleet, the Hokage Clan firmly established themselves in the military sphere of Carl II.
Toothy and Lynn also received an invitation from the Supreme War Conference of Carl II.
This is the highest-level meeting that only the leaders of the major clans are qualified to attend.
The meeting was held in the conference hall of the Carl II core area.
As Lynn followed Toothy into the hall, they were met with dozens of disdainful and hostile gazes.
The entire hall was filled with smoke and fumes, as the burly men of the Bad Moons Clan were gulping down mushroom wine from barrels.
The big guys from the Evil Sunz Clan and the big guys from the Goffs Clan were arguing heatedly, their faces red with anger, while standing on the table.
The Deathskulls Clan's Mekboy squatted in a corner, fiddling with small parts in their hands.
Almost all the clans had big men present, but the Blood Axe Clan was absent from the meeting.
It turns out that this information was revealed by an unknown Lynn person after the Imperial Fleet's attack.
It was the Blood Axe Clan who relayed the crucial message to Shrimp that the Orks were all watching waaaagh GP and that the frontline defenses were weak.
In exchange for this, they could reap huge profits.
Even though the big men of the Blood Axe Clan immediately came forward to clarify that they hadn't done it, nobody believed them.
The Orks people are betrayed by their own kind; throughout history, there has almost always been only one answer.
It's like a police officer in the United States encountering two criminal suspects of different colors at the same time.
It was as if strange things were happening in the Warp, things that even the gods could not understand.
In short, arresting that guy first won't seem like a problem to anyone, and giving Tzeentch a beating first won't be wrong either.
So after the shrimp's attack, the Blood Axe Clan still had a battle to fight: the battle against the various clans besieging them.
At this time, the Blood Axe Clan was busy dealing with the punitive forces of different clans and had no time to attend this meeting.
This meeting, ostensibly to discuss war strategies against the human fleet, was in reality an outlet for the various clans to vent their frustrations.
For two whole hours, they argued about trivial matters between the clans, with the Bad Moons Clan accusing the Evil Sunz Clan of stealing their mines.
The Evil Sunz Clan and the Deathskulls Clan stole their engine blueprints, and the various clans accused each other, hurled insults, and even fought on the spot.
Whoever wins is right.
The actual time spent discussing how to deal with the human fleet totaled less than ten minutes.
Even the Hokage Clan had recently been at the height of their fame and had just saved Carl II, were not even given a second glance by the big guys present.
In the eyes of these veteran Orks big guys, the Hokage Clan is a joke.
What kind of good clan can be a clan that lets Gretchin be its leader?
Even if they win a game or drive away a nobody, it won't change the "baseness" in their bones.
Even though many of them earned a lot of teeth through matches against the Hokage Clan.
But the disdain and mockery on his face remained undisguised.
Throughout the meeting, Toothy sat in her chair, her body stiff with nervousness, and spoke very few times.
Every time it was about to speak, it would be interrupted by the laughter of the other big guys; nobody wanted to listen to a Gretchin.
Lynn stood behind Toothy like an inconspicuous guard, silently gathering all the information in the hall.
But all they heard was worthless junk information, nothing but friction between clans and disdain for the human fleet.
They seemed completely unaware of just how terrifying the Imperial Fleet, capable of launching surprise attacks with pinpoint accuracy, truly was.
Finally, after another round of laughter subsided, Lynn stepped forward and broke the commotion in the hall with his voice.
"I'd like to ask you all, what's your opinion on the human fleet outside?"
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried throughout the entire hall.
Instantly, all eyes were on him.
Immediately following was a deafening roar of laughter.
"What do you think? They're just a bunch of shrimps being punished outside!"
The burly man from the Bad Moons Clan slammed his fist on the table, laughing so hard he spilled his wine.
"Your Hokage Clan just fought a battle with them, and you have this little bit of guts?"
"These shrimps have been outside for almost two months, launching so many attacks, and every time we've driven them back."
"Exactly! A bunch of weaklings, what's there to be afraid of?"
The leader of the Evil Sunz Clan echoed this sentiment, spitting out a mouthful of saliva.
"When we have some free time, we'll sail out and blow all their ships to smithereens!"
An old Mekboy from the Deathskulls Clan, his body wrapped in cables, arrogantly raised his head, his tone filled with absolute adoration for Chandler.
"Once our boss Chandler emerges from seclusion, he'll definitely be able to build the most amazing mech in the entire galaxy!"
"At that point, let alone this small fleet outside, even launching a counterattack into their lair will be a piece of cake!"
Upon hearing this, the burly men in the hall echoed his sentiments, their faces filled with fervor.
The sheer power Chandler displayed when he led his team in a surprise attack on Luna's fleet is still fresh in my mind.
They all firmly believed that as long as Chandler built that legendary mech, he could launch a grand waaagh.
Not only could it repel the human fleet, it could even conquer Brevis in one fell swoop!
The cheers in the hall grew louder and louder, everyone was immersed in their fantasies about the big waaaagh.
Just then, Lynn's voice rang out again, sounding so out of place.
"So I'd like to ask everyone."
"When Chandler leads us to successfully launch a major waaagh, whose advice should we take?"
"Should we listen to Ragnar, or Boss Chandler?"
One sentence plunged the entire hall into a deathly silence.
The next second, a terrifying, suffocating Psychic Power pressure, like a tsunami, instantly pressed down on the entire conference hall.
All the big Orks men were stiff, pale, and struggling to breathe. They instinctively looked toward the head of the group.
Giant-Foot Sith, who had been sitting in the main seat with his eyes closed, listening to the whole thing, slowly opened his eyes.
This second-in-command of Carl II, Ragnar's most trusted right-hand man, had a green Psychic Power storm surging in his eyes.
A terrifying pressure locked onto Lynn, who was standing below.
But in the end, it did not make a move against Lynn.
In the entire hall, no one dared to speak again, not even daring to breathe.
This originally noisy war meeting ended in a suffocating silence, clearly not on good terms.
Stepping out of the war hall, the wind whistling with the smell of engine oil made Toothy's legs still feel weak.
He was covered in sweat, gripping Lynn's arm, his voice trembling:
" Seven-Smasha?! Are you out of your mind?! How dare you ask such a question?! Boss Sith almost attacked right there and then!"
Having spent this time interacting with the leaders of various clans alongside Lynn, Toothy had already grasped the power structure at the top of Carl II.
As one of Ragnar's most trusted confidants, Sith 'Lynn words just now were tantamount to being spoken to in front of everyone.
Tearing away the most untouchable layer of pretense between Ragnar and Chandler was tantamount to self-destruction.
But Lynn didn't care at all, using the life of this body that Seven-Smasha opponents to test the Sith.
This deal is incredibly lucrative.
Sith's outburst just now was not due to his disrespect or arrogance.
Rather, it was because his words struck at the deepest doubt in Sith's heart!
After Chandler deciphers the Mecha Cache, his power will only grow stronger.
At that point, will it still be willing to be subordinate to Ragnar?