But there are too few targets to take action against right now.
The two fleets of the shrimp were positioned in a triangular formation along the outer edge, their defensive formation impenetrable.
He only has the three major clans of Hokage, Blood Axes, Evil Sunz at his disposal. If he launches a rash attack, he will only suffer heavy losses.
The Tyranids are incredibly elusive, impossible to spot, and there's nowhere to fight them.
The Deathskulls Clan, along with the " Arc of Resistance " composed of Goffs and Snakebites, are even more untouchable.
Once action is taken, it will be a full-scale civil war like the one involving Carl II, something he has been trying his best to avoid.
Fighting is not an option, nor is not fighting.
This usually composed Alpha-level Psyker, for the first time, intense, restless anxiety.
He stopped and stared at the portrait of Ragnar on the wall, his staff cracking in his hand.
The idea of "being the boss" in my heart grew wildly and vigorously, like weeds.
Finally, he could no longer contain himself and let out a low growl towards the outside of the hall:
"Go! Bring me Toothy from the Hokage Clan!"
The Psychic Power Boy who was delivering the order didn't dare to delay for a moment and scrambled out of the palace.
At this moment, in the Hokage Clan's stronghold, Lynn was standing in front of Toothy, calmly looking at this Gretchin.
" Toothy," Lynn's voice was soft, yet carried an unprecedented seriousness.
"The reason Sith is so eager to summon you is because he's definitely pushed to his limit."
"What we're about to do is, as you can imagine, incredibly crazy, and might even involve betraying the entire Dorito Orks Alliance."
"I'll ask you one more time, are you... really willing to walk with me to the very end?"
Upon hearing this, Toothy smiled calmly.
He has now shed all his timidity, and even when facing the rampaging Sith, he showed no fear.
He raised his hand to adjust his gleaming Power Armour, looked up at Lynn, and spoke with absolute certainty.
" Seven-Smasha? Don't worry, everything I have is thanks to you."
"No matter what you do, I will stand by your side unconditionally."
Toothy is not a "good guy," but he sees things clearly enough.
He knew his own limitations; if he lost Lynn's support, he would definitely return to his previous situation.
Lynn looked at this Gretchin in front of him and for a moment didn't know what to say.
He raised his hand, patted Toothy's shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "Good!"
Immediately afterwards, he composed himself and stated his thoughts:
" Sith summoned you this time because he's itching to cause trouble."
"The current situation on Carl II is too calm; there are too few targets to take action against."
"But it's not completely absent..."
A glint of light flashed in Toothy's eyes. " The Bad Moons Clan?"
"Yes! If he mentions the Bad Moons Clan, you do this, and then do this..."
Lynn leaned down and whispered every step of the subsequent procedure in Toothy's ear.
Toothy nodded repeatedly, his eyes growing brighter and brighter. When Lynn finished speaking, he smiled knowingly.
"Don't worry, I know what to do. I guarantee I'll handle this perfectly."
More than half an hour later, Toothy's luxurious chariot came to a steady stop in front of the warlord's palace.
This time, no Orks dared to look at him with disdain. The two Psychic Power Boy bowed respectfully and led him into the depths of the hall.
It was no longer the side hall filled with clutter, but the main hall of the Carl II.
Sith sat on the highest overseer's throne, looking down at him as he entered.
Things are different now than they used to be.
That little brat who didn't dare utter a word at the clan meeting and was Gretchin by all the Orks.
He is now the most trusted clan leader under the Sith, and the most prominent figure on the entire Carl II.
Toothy walked to the throne and bowed respectfully, neither servile nor arrogant.
" Toothy greets Boss Sith."
He raised his head and looked at Sith on the throne, a slight startle in his heart.
However, after only three days apart, the feeling he had towards Sith had undergone a complete transformation.
The Psychic Power around him became even more terrifying. Even though he had restrained most of it, it was still like a raging storm, making it hard for people to breathe.
The intensity of Psychic Power has increased significantly compared to before.
However, his once calm and composed demeanor, like the ocean, had vanished without a trace.
His eyes betrayed an undisguised anxiety.
Sith waved his hand, getting straight to the point without uttering a single unnecessary word:
" Toothy, I called you here to ask you about the progress of the Hokage Clan's Terror Spaceship."
"Reporting to the Sith leader, the main structure is complete, but the Mekboy are still debugging the engines and weapon systems. It's still a long way from achieving the desired effect."
Toothy replied respectfully, " The Bad Moons Clan is holding back our supply of top-grade alloys, which is slowing down our progress."
This statement conveniently provided Sith with a topic to discuss.
He snorted coldly, leaned forward slightly, and looked sharply at Toothy:
"Oh, that's perfect. I'd like to ask you, what exactly is your opinion of the Bad Moons Clan?"
Toothy's heart tightened; Lynn had guessed it just as expected.
He timely revealed a look of disgust on his face, his tone filled with undisguised contempt.
"Boss Sith, to be honest with you, the people I despise the most are those Bad Moons Clan."
"They seem to be indifferent to worldly affairs and offend no one, but in reality, they are the most cunning and opportunistic in the entire Carl II."
"With you and Chandler's two camps locked in a standoff, they manage to play both sides, doing business with both and trying to please both, daring not to offend either."
"They treat you with utmost respect on the surface, but behind your back, their dealings with the Deathskulls Clan have never ceased."
"The best stuff gets sent to Chandler's workshop first; by the time it reaches us, we only get the defective products."
"Right now, seeing your power, they dare not stand up against you. But if you clash with Chandler, one of you will be at a disadvantage."
"These profit-driven bastards will definitely be the first to kick someone when they're down and pounce on them."
"This kind of two-faced opportunist is the most despicable!"
Toothy went on and on, as if he had an irreconcilable hatred for the Bad Moons Clan.
The more Sith listened, the more his brows furrowed, and the more intense the hostility on his face became.
The fingers gripping the armrest of the throne left several fingerprints on the hard alloy.
"Well said!" Sith slammed his hand on the armrest of the throne, stood up, and his psionic Psychic Power surged instantly, illuminating the entire hall with a green light.
"Since that's the case, let's take advantage of the situation now and get rid of this opportunist as soon as possible! Otherwise, he'll cause us trouble later!"
Toothy was startled. He hadn't expected Sith to be in such a hurry, wanting to attack without any build-up.
He quickly stepped forward, bowed, and tried to dissuade him:
"Boss Sith, you mustn't be so hasty!"
"If we act now, we can certainly take down the Bad Moons Clan, but what will the other clans think?"
"They'll think you're using your power to arbitrarily annex neutral clans, which will only drive more kids to Chandler's side."
"We Orks are always ready to fight whenever we want, but if we want all the guys to be convinced, we still need a legitimate reason for our actions."
"A famous teacher?"
Sith paused, this was the first time he had ever heard this word.
Having served as warlord for so long, he could attack whomever he wanted, whether it was Chandler or Ragnar, as long as he could defeat them.
I've never heard of needing to find any "title".
He frowned, looking at Toothy with curiosity in his voice:
"Tell me, what should we do to have a legitimate reason for our actions?"
That's exactly what Toothy wanted to hear.
This tactic of feigned retreat led Sith into Lynn's carefully laid trap.
He pretended to lower his head in thought for a moment, then looked up and whispered to Sith:
"Boss Sith, you are now the overseer of Carl II, and the supreme commander personally appointed by Ragnar."
"The entire clan of Carl II should be paying tribute to you as a sign of their respect."
"But during this time, your power has grown and your prestige has increased, while the Bad Moons Clan has remained deaf and dumb."
"Besides normal business dealings, there's not even the slightest bit of sincerity that should be shown."
He paused, lowered his voice even further, and laid out the entire plan. "So all we need to do is this, and then this..."
Sith stood before the throne, listening to Toothy's words and nodding repeatedly.
He had only ever thought about defeating his opponent with his fists; he never imagined that the game of war could be played this way.