Chapter 26: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg? Chapter 26 Three Conditions

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Defense, attack, mobility, plus this unexpected "trump card" now.

Lena, already from an "abnormal node" that needed to be carefully hidden.

Grown into a threat possessing multiple means, able to adapt to different battle situations, and possibly even bringing "surprises" to Medusa's Sons.

And his fragile and strange "cooperation" with Cassius is also destined not to last long.

The next conflict may no longer be probing and compromise.

Lin En gazed out the window at the Nest Capital's eternal night, cold and resolute light flickering in his eyes.

He had to start planning how to "repay" Cassius and Medusa's Sons Squad for their "care" during this period.

To achieve the "Annihilation Plan" against Medusa's Sons, Lin En had to guarantee every detail was flawless.

These "Iron Cans"' logical analysis abilities were truly exaggerated to an absurd degree.

Their brains, comparable to the Contemplator Array, could piece together the truth from battlefield fragments, and smell the scent of conspiracy in the most minute abnormalities.

A little carelessness, even just an illogical time difference, an overly coincidental encounter, and the whole game would collapse instantly.

And the price of collapse was his and Lena's complete destruction.

So Lin En began what was perhaps the craziest and most cautious scheme since his transmigration.

He even dared not record the ideas in his mind in any form.

No encrypted documents on data slates, no handwritten sloppy notes, not even daring to carve symbolic marks on the wall with a dagger.

Because he knew Cassius must still be "monitoring" him.

Behind that officer's deep blue eyes were a cold logic processor and three hundred years of battlefield instinct.

Any unconventional information recording behavior could become a discordant link in the logic chain, triggering an alarm.

All deductions, all variable calculations, all tactical simulations could only be crazily calculated in his own brain.

"Senior is really a pervert..." Lin En sometimes rubbed his aching temples, silently complaining in his heart.

This feeling of being scrutinized by invisible eyes at all times made one's nerves more tense than facing a Knife Worm's Bone Blade.

But he had to adapt, even to utilize this "being monitored" normalcy to provide cover for his plan.

The most core point of the whole plan was that it must be carried out while Medusa's Sons were executing a mission.

Best when facing some powerful enemy, have Lena launch a fatal sneak attack.

Direct confrontation?

Lin En repeatedly deduced dozens of times in his mind.

The current Lena had indeed undergone a complete transformation.

Modular purple-red carapace could absorb heavy firepower impacts, Rending Claws and Biological Plasma Cannons were enough to threaten Power Armor.

Wings granted her extraordinary mobility, not to mention that "trump card" not yet revealed.

But even so, facing a fully organized Cassius Squad head-on, the win rate in Lin En's most optimistic estimate absolutely did not exceed 5%.

This was not undue self-deprecation.

Medusa's Sons, especially this Magra Clan Destruction Squad led by Cassius, were war machines born for efficient slaughter.

Not only were their individual combat powers formidable, but more importantly was that precise teamwork like gears meshing.

And contingency plans and countermeasures for various extreme situations.

Who knew how much "foundation" those Iron Cans closely tied to the Machine Cult carried, given to them by the Mars Old Tech Tyrant?

So he still had to first find a way to sound out Cassius's bottom line before making plans.

Speaking of Cassius's inner self, he Lin En was quite curious, cough cough.

He hurriedly interrupted his divergent thinking, continuing to construct ideas in his mind.

And, most importantly—"Cassius himself".

Lin En had never underestimated this Bald Officer.

Three Service Nails represented at least three hundred years of a life of blood and fire, that was not just an accumulation of time.

But combat instinct, command art, and trump cards in desperate situations tempered countless times on the edge of death.

Lin En even dared to "reasonably speculate" that when it truly came to a life-and-death struggle, this guy had over a ninety percent probability of "breaking through".

Entering Second Stage, or even Third Stage!

This was absolutely not an "ordinary can" that could be easily dealt with.

So, sneak attack was almost the most core element of the whole plan.

Based on this core, Lin En's thinking gradually became clear.

In order to perfectly execute the mission, he set three "Prerequisites" that must be satisfied simultaneously.

Only when these three conditions were met at the same time would he choose to strike.

The first condition, and also the most critical condition: must be when Medusa's Sons faced a sufficiently powerful enemy.

This "powerful" was not simply quantity, but "quality" and "pressure level" coexisting.

Only when Cassius Squad's own pressure was great enough, their attention completely absorbed by the strong enemy before them.

When the battle entered white-hot or even a stalemate state, would Lena's intervention as a "variable" produce the greatest effect and tactical value.

Just like when the two ends of a scale were difficultly maintaining balance, a tiny grain of sand or gravel might perhaps bring about overturning.

Lin En needed to find an opponent who could make the Son of Medusa "get serious," and possibly even "fall into a hard fight."

This opponent had to be strong enough to force Cassius to devote most of his energy and consume a considerable amount of ammunition and energy.

As for directly dealing with Cassius Squad?

That was absolutely impossible, after all, Lin En knew exactly how "shrewd" Cassius was.

He couldn't fight a battle he wasn't sure of winning.

The second condition: he himself must have a perfect alibi.

This condition seemed simple, but was actually subtle.

The reason was also simple: he feared the "Affection Level" brought by binding the system would affect Cassius.

After all, "showing off in front of an ambiguous target, causing combat power to explode."

This kind of cliché common in galgames might be absurd in reality, but Lin En dared not gamble.

Alright, I've digressed again.

Lin En quickly slapped himself, forcing himself not to think about that Bald Head anymore, and focused his attention on perfecting the plan.

"Lin En not being present" was actually out of the most practical tactical considerations.

If he were present, Cassius would definitely divert some attention onto him.

And if he could calculate the possibility of Lena's ambush, that would add a few more points of vigilance out of nowhere.

This extra point of vigilance might be the decisive move that determines victory or defeat.

If the plan succeeded, the alibi could also serve as insurance against future retaliation from Medusa's Son Warrior Team.

So that he wouldn't become the first person pointed at by a gun mouth.

The third condition: there must be a "vulnerability" or a "structural defect" in defense.

For Lena's ambush to be effective, she definitely had to pull a surprise move.

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

A rapid and monotonous electronic alarm sound rudely interrupted his train of thought.

Lin En fiercely woke from his immersed state, blinked somewhat blankly, and focused his gaze on the rust-stained cheap alarm clock by the bed.

The hands pointed to the "early morning" time officially defined by Nest Capital.

He had to go to "work."