harleyscars Chapter 33 Sub-meeting
Chapter 33 Sub-meeting
920.M30.
The Carmenka Galaxy, a region of extreme stars.
Inside the operations conference room of the USS Fortep.
The place was now bustling with noise and filled with tension.
Li Wei sat in the main seat reserved for Magnus, watching with great interest as the seven company commanders of the academy argued heatedly, each sticking to their own version of events.
He had never seen these gentle and refined psionic scholars speak so aggressively and with such hostility before.
"As I said, the number of orcs on Satellite One is the smallest, and it has only doubled, to a mere 200,000. Our Thousand Sons Legion can use it to test the waters."
"No, I think we should take down that tough nut, Satellite Three. There are 500,000 orcs there; we should prioritize dealing with that!"
"If you ask me, we should concentrate our firepower on taking down the orc leader first..."
"fart......"
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Looking at the chaotic scene before him, which resembled a quarrel in a vegetable market in his previous life, Li Wei shook his head helplessly.
His thoughts immediately drifted back to two days ago.
Magnus visited the think tank headquarters aboard the Crimson Book, which Levi assumed was just a routine inspection.
Unexpectedly, after the inspection, Magnus kept Livy behind alone.
Magnus walked to a bookshelf deep inside the think tank, picked up a yellowed psionic tome, glanced at it casually, then closed it in a huff and shoved it back onto the shelf.
He said helplessly:
"Li Wei, I don't think I've done a very good job as Primarch. Although the Thousand Sons are not many in number, the atmosphere of the legion should not be like a stagnant pool, lifeless."
"this..."
Li Wei was taken aback; he also felt that something was off about Qianzi's demeanor.
The purpose of the Thousand Sons Legion's recapture of lost territory each time appeared to be the reclaiming of imperial domains.
In reality, it was all about collecting ancient books and rescuing lost psionic knowledge; there was absolutely no fighting spirit or will to fight that should be present in war.
Moreover, Senko's psychic energy is so powerful that most battles are ended with a single psychic storm, leaving no suspense.
As a result, after Magnus formulated the battle plan, the Thousand Sons simply followed it mechanically without any independent thought.
"You must have noticed by now that they only agree with me." The Primarch's voice carried a hint of weariness. "The Thousand Sons are too much of a scholar. Everyone wants to be a mage researching psionic energy, and no one wants to be a blood-soaked warrior. Every time I speak at a meeting, all I hear is agreement; not a single person dares to raise an objection."
"I'm tired. I want to focus on studying the mysteries of psychic energy. I really don't want to deal with these trivial matters anymore."
Magnus pulled up a chair, slumped back, and looked utterly dejected.
"My Lord Archmage, this combat atmosphere definitely needs to be changed." Li Wei nodded in deep agreement.
"But how can we change this?" Magnus said with a worried look.
After a moment's thought, Li Wei realized it was because Magnus held such high prestige in the hearts of the children.
Because Magnus is both the genetic prototype of Chiko and Chiko's psychic mentor.
The combination of these two identities meant that, apart from Li Wei and the other Terran warriors, no one else dared to raise any objections.
He thought for a moment and then casually said, "You can just not come to the next meeting."
"Really?" Magnus's eyes lit up instantly. "But if I'm not there, who will chair the meeting?"
"Huh?" Li Wei was stunned; he felt a sense of foreboding.
next second.
He was patted hard on the shoulder, and a hearty voice rang out.
"Then let the chief think tank leader handle it."
When Livy came to his senses and was about to refuse, Magnus was already just a silhouette.
"Magic..."
He had barely uttered two words when Magnus vanished without a trace, as if his feet were oiled.
Just as Li Wei was inwardly criticizing Magnus for shirking responsibility and running away, he heard a call coming from beside him.
"Chief, is it alright to let them keep arguing like this?"
Adjutant Kayan, observing the chaotic scene before him, stepped forward and asked in a low voice.
As a new recruit, although he had become the adjutant of the chief think tank, he still held great awe for the usually high-ranking company commanders of the academic societies.
Unexpectedly, for the sake of a war meeting, they would abandon their scholarly composure, become irritable and furious, and show none of the refined demeanor that scholars should have.
Li Wei pulled his wandering thoughts back and focused his gaze on the war room in front of him.
Looking around, the hot-tempered chief mage of the Fire Phoenix School, Carlofis, had already picked up the Sky Owl School's company commander beside him, who advocated attacking the weaker enemies first, and was preparing to give him a good beating.
"It's nothing...it's nothing..." Li Wei's lips twitched.
He never expected that simply saying, "The Primarch won't be attending this operational meeting, so you can proceed as you see fit," would lead to this situation.
It seems these people have been suppressed for too long under Magnus's management, Levi concluded after a moment's thought.
Space Marines are human too, and as human beings, they have emotions and tempers.
It is often said that the Astartes were emotionless war machines, but that is not true.
If there were truly no emotions, then there would be no Astartes falling into chaos.
Just as Carlofis, the chief mage of the Fire Phoenix School, was about to smash his fist into the other's face.
Li Wei lightly tapped his finger on the table, and instantly a heavy, mountain-like spiritual energy pressure swept across the entire area, making everyone breathless.
In the blink of an eye, the crowd, who had been arguing heatedly, fell into complete silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Seeing that all the company commanders had quieted down and were looking at him, Li Wei slowly began to speak:
"I have listened to every single word of the plans you just mentioned."
As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand and pulled the holographic map in the center of the long table to his side.
His fingertip slid across the blue-glowing holographic interface, then tapped heavily on satellite number three, as he calmly said:
"The Orcs have leaders. The Orcs on these three satellites seem to be independent and not under each other's command, but in fact they belong to the same large tribe. This can be seen from the scattered and dilapidated warships they have in outer space, which shows that they are connected."
"Given the Orcs' dog-eat-dog nature, their leader must be on Satellite Three, where the Orcs are the most numerous. The mission of this operation is to concentrate all our forces to launch a strong attack on Satellite Three and kill the Orc leader in one fell swoop. Then they will surely be leaderless and collapse on their own."
Li Wei's remarks were clear, logical, and well-reasoned, and all the company commanders present nodded in agreement, their faces showing conviction.
Carlofis, the chief mage of the Fire Phoenix School, practically had his chin pointing to the sky, looking smug.
He stared defiantly at the company commander of the Skyhawk School, with whom he had just argued the most fiercely, as if he had won.
Because he was the first to advocate attacking Satellite No. 3, and he was also the first company commander to express his support for the idea of concentrating forces to decapitate it.