Lynn, of course, knew that such a simple trick couldn't fool the Tech-priest forever.
Therefore, Lynn offered to send someone to "help" with that elaborate, superstitious ritual.
Make the smoke grenade last longer, so you can keep the illusion going for a while longer.
Lynn had already informed his informants to stop tampering with the ceremony upon seeing it.
He just didn't expect that Luna would actually go up and perform herself.
Thinking of this scene, Lynn couldn't help but laugh again, rubbing his forehead.
However, the allotted time has already run out.
The Gothic-class Cruiser at the spaceport is almost ready for repairs.
According to the plan, Lynn never intended to compete with Luna for first place.
Let her go first, let her test the tough nut of Carl II.
In any case, based on Lynn's estimation, Luna has no chance of taking over that space station in a short period of time.
He would set off again after she and the Orks had worn each other out for a while.
Fifteen days after the conclusion of the Uptown Conference.
Luna's fleet is finally ready and has officially set sail.
The Rule of Discipline served as the flagship, leading two other Strike Cruiser and twelve escort ships.
In addition to twenty transport ships of various types and two mobile docks, they sailed in a grand procession toward the Carl II.
Since the distance was not far, the fleet did not choose to enter the dangerous Warp, but instead sailed in real space.
Two days later, the fleet finally arrived at the perimeter of the Carl II.
Luna stood on the bridge, looking out the porthole at the massive space station in the distance.
The Orks expanded it at least twice its original size using scrap materials, and now it looks like a haphazardly piled-up junk of metal, its surface densely covered with turrets and docking hatches.
"Report." An officer approached.
"A meteorite belt has been discovered ahead, approximately 200,000 meters from Carl II."
Luna's eyes lit up.
Two hundred thousand meters.
This distance is exactly the limit that the Rule of Discipline cannon cannot reach.
If they can hide in the asteroid belt, they can then send out an outpost fleet to open up a safe passage.
At that time, we can take advantage of the Rule of Discipline's extremely long attack range to catch the Orks off guard.
"Very good," she said.
"The fleet entered the asteroid belt to conceal itself. Two ' Lunar-class ' cruisers, leading six escort ships, advanced 50,000 meters to probe a safe passage for the Rule of Discipline."
The order has been issued.
Two Lunar-class Cruiser slowly broke away from the main fleet, accompanied by three Sword-class Frigate.
Together with three Turbulent-class Frigate specifically tasked with reconnaissance, they cautiously advanced.
Everything was normal for the first 30,000 meters.
Occasionally, you'll encounter Orks spaceships patrolling or scavenging for scrap.
But they all turned into dust beneath the secondary guns of the Lunar-class Cruiser.
A smile unconsciously crept onto Luna's lips.
Moving another 20,000 meters forward would bring the Rule of Discipline into the main gun's precise firing range.
When the time comes, we'll first unleash a barrage of long-range artillery fire on the Carl II to weaken its defenses.
But just then, the alarm of the Rule of Discipline suddenly sounded.
"Enemy attack!!!"
Luna immediately opened the map near the Rule of Discipline.
On the map, the densely packed "meteorites" surrounding the fleet are moving.
Hundreds and thousands of the Rock that were moving so slowly they were almost motionless suddenly emitted trails of flame from behind them.
Let those the Rock rush toward the fleet at an irrational speed.
Behind each meteorite was a rudimentary scrap propulsion device welded on.
This is the first wave of "ramming ships" from the Orks.
"Intercept!"
Luna immediately issued the order.
The crew members in various departments on the ship began to move, revealing a sense of panic.
The frigates opened fire wildly—laser cannons, Macro-cannon, torpedoes.
All available weapons were unleashed on the meteorites.
The air defense system of the Rule of Discipline was also fully activated, and a close-in weapon network wove a death barrier around the ship.
Meteorites exploded one after another, scattering fragments throughout space.
But there were simply too many meteorites.
The meteorites swarmed in like insects, and the combined firepower of six frigates and one cruiser was simply insufficient to stop them all.
An unfortunate Cobra-class Destroyer ran out of Void Shield energy.
The ship was struck head-on by a the Rock, instantly paralyzing its command system and leaving it adrift in space like a dead fish.
The situation wasn't much better for the other frigates.
Some were scratched, some were dented, and the Void Shield were all close to being overloaded.
The Rule of Discipline was also struck a few times.
The Void Shield continued to operate, transferring the massive meteorite into the Warp, instantly reducing the shield's energy storage by eighteen percent.
Luna gritted her teeth and kept trying to bolster morale.
But the attacks were far from over.
Deeper into the asteroid belt, hundreds of red airships emerged.
It was an extremely shaped warship, if you could even call it a warship.
They look more like a Orks vehicle running on the ground, painted entirely red.
The stern spews out dazzling red and blue flames, and a huge ram is welded to the bow, taking up almost a third of the hull.
Brute Ram Ship!
The Orks gates of the Snakebites's favorite spaceship.
Their sole purpose was to ram enemy warships at top speed, detonating everything on board that could be blown up.
Let the Snakebites kids experience a space-age version of "Fast and Furious."
Hundreds of ramming boats charged toward the Rule of Discipline.
Luna's expression changed drastically.
"Hard to left, full speed evasive maneuver!"
"All firepower to intercept the ramming ship! Ignore the meteorites!"
The massive body of the Rule of Discipline began to turn with difficulty.
The secondary engine was operating at full power, and the thrusters emitted a blinding blue light.
But those ramming boats were too fast.
Like a swarm of wasps whose nest had been disturbed, they traced chaotic trajectories in space.
Some charged straight ahead, some spiraled forward, and some even collided with each other in mid-air.
All this was to change direction as quickly as possible to evade Luna's fleet's intercepting fire.
A ramming boat broke through the barrage of fire and slammed into the side of the Rule of Discipline.
boom!!!
The flames of the explosion bloomed silently in the vacuum before being swallowed by the Void Shield.
Like a fleeting moment in time.
However, a violent tremor still occurred within the Rule of Discipline, and the energy reading of the Void Shield plummeted once again.
Their speed and maneuvering were too extreme, and more and more ramming boats flew towards the Rule of Discipline.
The impacts continued.
Luna gripped the control panel to steady herself.
Her eyes burned with anger and incomprehension.
Those Orks lunatics, all they think about is fighting, actually set up an ambush beforehand?
She looked out the porthole at the ramming ships still charging wildly, and at the asteroid belt that held countless dangers.
An idea popped into her mind.
" Lynn!!!"
Luna's roar echoed through the bridge.