However, Lynn had to admire Dominic's military talent.
From the moment they arrived at Carl II, all command and deployment arrangements were made by Dominic.
The main fleet was concealed to ambush, the decoy aircraft were used to contain the main force of the Evil Sunz, Lynn's fleet was sent to guard against Blood Axes's sneak attack, and finally, the Carl II and the Orks Peek were relied upon.
Every step they took precisely targeted the Orks's Achilles' heel.
Without Dominic, Lynn's own fleet would probably be in a tough fight by now.
Lynn picked up her wine glass and took a small sip of red wine.
The rich aroma of the liquor spread across his tongue, but Lynn felt no pleasure whatsoever.
He looked at Dominic's young, handsome, and confident face, a barely perceptible glint of cold killing intent flashing deep in his eyes.
Dominic is outstanding.
His excellence made him feel threatened.
He not only came from a distinguished family and commanded a large army, but he was also brave, resourceful, and clear-headed.
Although his impression of Lynn is getting better and better, and his favorability rating is almost positive.
This was originally a good thing.
But Lynn knew that all of this was based on the premise that Dominic was unaware of his secret.
If one day, Dominic discovers his connection to the Tyranids and discovers Rena's existence.
So, this ally who is now drinking red wine with him and discussing tactics could instantly become his most formidable enemy.
Given Dominic's abilities and strength, once he decides to oppose him, it will definitely cause considerable trouble.
Lynn's fingers unconsciously tightened around the wine glass.
He silently made a decision in his heart.
What if one day, Dominic discovers his secret with Rena?
Therefore, no matter the cost, we must eliminate him.
This child must not be allowed to live!
Just then, Gus' excited voice came through the communicator:
"Your Excellency, Lord Dominic, the Goffs Clan has suffered over half its losses! The Orks ' vanguard fleet is on the verge of collapse!"
Dominic put down his glass, stood up, and walked to the main control screen.
Looking at the routed Orks Vanguard fleet, he revealed a confident smile.
"Very good!"
Dominic then immediately questioned the radar officer, and learned that the Deathskulls, the Bad Moons Clan's fleet, and the Anna were only 10,000 kilometers away from the Carl II.
Dominic immediately gave the order:
"Pass on my order: all capital ships, maintain formation and shift your primary target to the Orks main attack fleet in the rear."
Lynn clicked his tongue inwardly; Dominic's danger level in his mind had increased another notch.
I initially thought it was just youthful arrogance, but I never expected his fighting style to be so sophisticated and ruthless.
If it's an enemy, it will be very troublesome.
Ragnar's thick hands gripped the edge of the throne cauldron tightly, his round body leaning slightly forward.
His small eyes were fixed on the constantly flashing lights on the main screen, and his forehead was covered with a dense layer of sweat mixed with yellow oil.
He originally thought that after the vanguard fleet of the Goffs Clan was defeated, the small fleet hiding behind the Carl II would not be able to hold back and would take the opportunity to break out of the bunker and try to crush his main force in one fell swoop.
This is only natural.
If it were him, he would definitely seize this great opportunity to press his advantage.
As long as the human fleet dares to leave the cover of the Carl II, Ragnar is confident that he can use his numerical advantage to surround them.
He was confident of victory as long as one ship successfully boarded the ship.
To this end, he had secretly instructed the fleets of the Deathskulls and the Bad Moons Clan to prepare, waiting only for the human fleet to show itself before flanking them from both sides and devouring them in one gulp.
This was a trap he had meticulously set.
But to his utter surprise, the other party didn't fall for it.
The human fleet remained hidden behind the Carl II, holding its position.
They didn't even change their formation at all.
They simply shifted their firepower from the routed remnants of the Goffs army to the main force of the Orks mid-section fleet.
"Whoosh, whoosh~!"
The Gemstone's light spears and Macro-cannon continued their tireless roar.
Each volley of deadly light spears inflicted massive damage on the Orks fleet.
A heavy cruiser of the Deathskulls Clan had just reached a distance of 8,000 kilometers from the Carl II when it was simultaneously struck in the engine room by three beams of light.
The violent explosion blew the cruiser in two.
The burning debris tumbled through space, crashing into a nearby escort ship and triggering yet another secondary explosion.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
Ragnar slammed his fist on the edge of the iron pot, creating a deep dent in the thick rim.
He lost the second game.
The opponent was like a seasoned hunter, always maintaining a safe distance and using the least effort to gradually wear down his forces.
He could only watch helplessly as his warships were destroyed one after another.
"Where did this cunning old fox come from?!"
Ragnar said through gritted teeth, somewhat embarrassed and angry.
He had initially thought that the shrimp's commander was just a guy with a bit of cleverness.
But now it seems that the opponent's tactical proficiency and patience have far exceeded his expectations.
This feeling of punching cotton was making him feel like he was about to explode.
"Boss! Should we have the Blood Axe Clan withdraw?"
"Let's concentrate all our forces and force a breakthrough from the front!" a burly man with Deathskulls cautiously suggested.
"Get out!" Ragnar turned his head sharply and glared at him fiercely.
"Is it too late to gather now?"
The Deathskulls, burly man shrank back in fear and dared not utter another word.
The bridge was deathly silent.
Only the constant alarms of warships being destroyed and the muffled boom of Macro-cannon could be heard.
All the Orks bowed their heads, not daring to breathe.
They could feel the overflowing rage emanating from their leader.
Nobody wants to run into bad luck at this time.
Ragnar took a deep breath, trying to suppress the anger in his heart.
He knew that losing his temper wouldn't solve anything.
He needs to calm down and find a way to break this deadlock.
However, the more I tried to calm down, the more agitated I became.
An unnamed fire raged within him, burning his mouth dry and leaving him ravenously hungry.
"Menzi! Bring me some menzi!" Ragnar shouted.
"Yes, boss!"
The boys quickly responded and scrambled out of the room.
Soon, they pushed in a huge food cart.
On the food cart were three large pots, each ten meters in diameter.
The pot was filled with steaming, fragrant braised meat.
The thick broth bubbled and simmered, with large chunks of Squig meat and mushrooms rolling around in it, releasing an enticing aroma.
This is food that the Goffs boys prepared especially for Ragnar.
I originally thought it would be enough for him to eat all day.
Ragnar didn't even use a spoon; he simply stretched out his two huge hands, grabbed a handful of mung bean curd, and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Snoring..."
He wolfed down his food, making loud swallowing sounds.
The scalding hot stew made him wince, but he didn't seem to care.
Only through this binge eating could he suppress the anger and anxiety in his heart.
He devoured the stew in the pot, mouth to mouth, like a bottomless pit.
The surrounding Orks were all stunned.
They had long known that their boss had an enormous appetite, but they still couldn't help but be amazed every time they saw Ragnar on food.
In just ten minutes, the first pot was empty.
Next came the remaining two pots.
The three large pots of stew were completely devoured by him in less than half an hour.
Not a single drop of soup was left.
"Not enough, not enough!" Ragnar licked the grease from his lips and roared.
"Go get more, bring me even more braised meat!"