The girl with white hair and red eyes is serious about revenge

"..."

Led by Ayane, the group passed through the Thebite soldiers with fierce eyes and reached an open space that was surrounded like an arena.

The shattered wreckage of the Ocean Royal was seeping with smoke and flames. Against this magnificent backdrop, the Iron Lord sat on his throne, his sculpture-like face gazing at Ayane and her group.

In the sky, a VTOL shuttle was overlooking the battlefield. Evans Monarch looked down at the Iron Lord coldly from the cockpit, his expression unreadable.

Ten minutes ago, after receiving the negotiation request from the Iron Lord, Ayane, as the commander, agreed to the request without hesitation.

Dressed in a shrine maiden's attire, she walked across the autumn plain that had been bombarded by artillery fire. She went straight to the throne and raised her head to look at the terrifying figure that was two heads taller than her even when sitting.

"Iron Lord." Ayane signaled in an ethereal and dreamy voice.

She did not salute, which caused two [Iron Alliance Guards] to scold her angrily:

"Dila people, kneel before the Iron Lord!"

The spit flew, but it could not cause any ripples in those cherry-colored eyes. Ayane just stared at Mikhail quietly, and the latter stared back with his black pupils.

Upon seeing this, the two [Iron Alliance Guards] grabbed their weapons at their waists and prepared to move forward.

And Perlis behind Ayane also grasped the hilt of the knife at her waist, ready to take action at any time.

At this moment, an iron fist stretched out:

"Stop (Thebite)."

It was Mikhail. He stopped the two [Iron Guards] from their actions, stood up from the throne, and slowly walked in front of Ayane, looking down at the girl from above:

"I can crush your head with one hand (Thebite)." Mikhail said expressionlessly.

"I believe you can." Ayane gave an ethereal smile.

The two looked at each other for a while, then Mikhail nodded invisibly, glanced at the group of people behind Ayane, and said:

"You are very accurate."

"Same to you," Ayane smiled softly, "It's just a pity that there's not enough time."

“We’ve overlooked important variables,” Mikhail nodded, “but we’re not done yet.”

"I think it's over." Ayane said.

"No, war requires a result (Thebit)."

Mikhail said as he took out a badge emitting black energy from his waist and put it on his chest.

This was the first time that Perlis saw the badge clearly: strange tentacles and broken bones were constructed together in a random yet cleverly symmetrical shape, like an abstract ship.

That is the [Dark Emblem], also known as the [Ark of Providence].

“I left my mark (in Thebit),” Mikhail said in a low voice, “I can go back to the Iron Curtain at any time.”

"But you can't spare the time to deal with the Eye in the Sky," Ayane said succinctly. "The border of Lavis is jungle and slums, where the Federation has no restrictions on exchanges of fire."

"I can't solve it, but you can (Thebit)."

Looking at Ayane's cherry-colored eyes, Mikhail's mouth corners rarely showed a faint arc:

"Use the Kamistriker, and even the Eye in the Sky will be severely damaged."

"I don't deny it," Ayane smiled softly, "but why would I help the invaders?"

Hearing this, Mikhail's statue-like face was once again rippled. In front of the crowd, he made a move that he had rarely made before:

He smiled.

"Haha... You, Thebite, since you are not wearing a mask, why bother pretending to be nice to me (Thebite)?"

Mikhail's smile disappeared in an instant, and his black pupils looked at Ayane coldly:

"You can't stop me from returning to Thebeth."

"I know," Ayane glanced at the black brooch, "Diela's army cannot advance into the frozen land of burial bones, and the battle line will retreat back to the Dragon Vein River."

"I think the construction of the new fleet consumed a lot of steel," Mikhail pointed out.

"How much can you offer?" Ayane smiled gently.

"Fifty million tons," Mikhail said in a deep voice, "plus three Cold Steel deposits."

"Between the prototype of the giant armor and the related technicians." Ayane said without hesitation.

"Then you have to bet on the blueprints of the [Kamistriker]." Mikhail's expression remained unchanged.

"Deal," Ayane gently turned the cherry umbrella that touched the ground, "How?"

"[Blood and Steel]."

[Iron Lord] Mikhail's mouth curled up, and his eyes swept across the group of Deila soldiers behind Ayane:

"Since you are not from Thebit...you can send as many people as you want...as long as you can defeat me, everything mentioned above will be yours."

"And if you lose... I will take command of the Dila Fleet, and all of you must come with me, and charge towards the Iron Curtain..."

At this point, Mikhail looked down at Ayane from above, his sculpture-like face expressionless:

"For unity (Thebite)."

"..."

Perlis could see that Ayane's hands were clenched tightly. She didn't fully understand the conversation between the two just now, she only knew that this was a bet.

If the Iron Lord wins, the Dila Fleet will have to deal with the Admir Sky Eye for him, and the rest of the people will have to follow him to rush through the Federation's Iron Curtain and launch a nearly suicidal attack.

If the Iron Lord loses, he will admit defeat and pay compensation of 50 million tons of steel, three Cold Steel mines, and a prototype of the Giant Force Armor.

This is a big gamble. Dila's new fleet has just been established, and its naval power is still immature, not to mention its ground warfare level, which is almost kindergarten level. If Dila can get the resources promised by the Iron Lord, its rise will take a big step forward.

But the problem is that the Thebits were the invaders.

And now, Ayane is making a deal with the invaders.

"..."

As if he had sensed what Perlis was thinking, Pace sneered and whispered:

"This war was just a play between Dylla and the Thebites from the beginning."

"What do you mean?" Perlis was a little surprised.

"This is what Evans told me," Pace twisted his neck, "I don't know the details, but do you really think that people with a blood feud can negotiate face to face?"

With this mentioned, Perlis recalled the scene she saw when she first arrived in Dila: the Dila infantry on the Autumn Plains were weak, and even those samurai and cavalrymen who were prepared to live and die were ruthlessly crushed by the torrent of steel.

But all this was just the work of [Cang Huang]. He was deliberately using this guy to incite the emotions of the Dila people and force the federal people who were unable to take action to give up the [Dila Treaty].

Could it be that... all of this was secretly condoned by Deira and Thebite?

From this perspective... the Dila people's large-scale landing on the East China Sea coast is not...

10) Against the trend (Part 6)

"..."

After hearing what Pace said, Perlis couldn't help but think for herself.

If the Iron Lord's plan had been carried out correctly and the Wilkins had not intervened, Perlis would have likely been defeated at the Third Legion camp, and Dila's infantry would have been defeated by the Second Legion and forced to retreat to the coastline.

But all of this was shattered by the Wilkins and the Monarch family...so the situation has come to this point.

Sure enough, whether it was the [Iron Lord] or the [Cang Huang], they never had the idea of ​​"allies" or "positions".

Their so-called “acting” is nothing more than an adaptive performance that constantly changes with the development of interests and situations.

The "Canghuang" who was torn between the Federation and Thebeth, to put it nicely, was a surfer riding the waves, to put it bluntly...

But a fence-sitter.

But this kind of behavior is exactly the way to maximize benefits... Since Ayane talked about the bet with Mikhail so naturally and easily, it means that both [Cang Huang] and [Iron Lord] had already anticipated all this.

Haha...it's really sad...in the end, everyone is a pawn.

Thinking of this, Perlis heard the words that Furukawa Wataru said the second day she boarded the Blue Reef:

"The waves flooded the ant nest, and the weak ones died on the spot. As for the survivors, they could only drift in the waves, and they could not be sure when they would be killed by a wave..."

"..."

After reaching a deal with the Iron Lord, Ayane turned lightly, walked in front of the group, and roughly repeated the agreement they had reached.

In fact, it is very simple, a battle of blood and steel, with the victory or defeat of Deira and Thebeth at stake.

Typical Thebittian problem-solving: power.

According to the rules of [Blood and Steel], each participant can put forward a claim of his own and achieve his wish after winning.

Both Perlis and Pace were familiar with this: Pace had once had this kind of duel with Venia at the top of Wanren Mountain.

Who would have thought that we would be back to where we started.

But this time, the opponent was the [Iron Lord].

The most powerful man in Thebit.

The gods of the Thebits.

The incarnation of Wanren Mountain.

The creator of the Code of Blood and Steel.

He has countless titles and names, which come together to form a pair of fiery black eyes.

The pair of black eyes were slowly scanning the crowd, and there was no ripple on the sculpture-like face.

"Who will fight me (Thebite)?"

Mikhail had just opened his mouth when a sharp cold wind blew over, and the pressure it exuded made countless Dila soldiers take a few steps back in fear.

And in this retreating tide, a white figure stepped out:

"I."

The bloodshot eyes looked straight into the black eyes, and inadvertently, Perlis saw the iron fists, and the tearing pain flashed through her right wrist again.

"Prisoner 317."

Perlis looked indifferently at the Iron Lord who was as tall as a mountain. The phantom pain on her wrist reached its peak at the moment of staring at each other.

Mikhail looked coldly at the girl with long pure white hair. For some reason, a smile appeared on his lips again:

"Speak your mind, little girl (Thebit)."

"I want that thing on your chest."

Perlis pointed directly at the brooch on Mikhail's chest, the pattern on it reflected in her bloodshot eyes:

"I want the [Black Emblem]."

Mikhail nodded slightly, expressing his agreement, and once again cast his gaze towards the crowd:

"besides?"

"And I."

Pace Monaco stepped out without hesitation, his hands shaking but his steps firm.

"I want to be restored to my identity as a Thebite."

“People who are in groups with the Oath Breakers actually have a sense of belonging to Wanren Mountain?” Mikhail sneered.

"That's my home," Pace clenched his fists, no longer shaking, "You took everything away from me."

"No, it was Karl Monak's cowardice that took away your family," Mikhail said without emotion, "However, I will give you a chance... a descendant of the Monak family."

After saying that, he swept his gaze over the group of Dila soldiers once again, looking at the faces of the Dila people with cold eyes.

Between those faces, a pair of cherry eyes flickered:

"And I."

Miss Ayane walked out, smoothed down her sleeves, and grasped the hilt of the sword at her waist.

She ignored the cadres behind her who were trying to persuade her. Her face remained empty and her eyes were blank.

"The Dila people's war needs to be ended by the Dila people."