Meanwhile, Lynn also received the information from Rena.
" Orks Psyker?" He repeated the word, his brow furrowing.
Generally speaking, although the Orks possesses the heaven-defying, idealistic power of " Power of Belief."
However, they are still more powerful in terms of physical laws; they are resistant to Psychic Power, but generally cannot use Psychic Power themselves.
Aside from this extremely rare group of Psychic Power Boy.
At this rate, the green-skinned crew of Carl II Pike have everything they need.
Once Carl II fully evolves into the Attack Moon, Brevis will be in for a lot of trouble.
" Lictor can't get in," Rena continued.
"Their Psychic Power perception is too weak, even Ymgarl's. They can fool physical detection methods, but not Psychic Power."
"Those Psychic Power Boy scanned them and they were exposed."
Lynn nodded, realizing the situation was somewhat tricky.
Although the Tyranids are also adept at using Psychic Power, they don't use it much in situations like the Carl II.
Both Lictor and Ymgarl are excellent assassins and have ways to shield themselves from Psychic Power perception.
But Rena also mentioned that the other side had a powerful being whose Psychic Power energy was no less than her own.
Even with the shielding provided by the Shadow in the Warp, it's impossible to completely conceal oneself from the opponent's view.
"Let them retreat first," Lynn said. "Trying to break through won't work."
Rena nodded.
"What should we do then?"
Lynn thought for a moment, and a brilliant idea formed in his mind.
Rena sensed the flash of inspiration in Lynn's mind and asked Lynn curiously if he had come up with a solution.
"Yes, but this method takes time." Lynn nodded.
"What is it?" Rena asked impatiently.
"What do you think is the best way to achieve perfect camouflage among the Orks people?"
Lynn didn't answer immediately, instead keeping everyone in suspense.
"Researching a disguised unit that exhibits absolutely no emotional fluctuations?"
"That's certainly a good idea, but it's too difficult to implement." Lynn knew that if he gave Rena some time, she should be able to do it.
However, this approach makes the timing unpredictable and introduces too many unstable factors.
"The best disguise is to actually become a Orks," Lynn revealed the answer.
The Ripper scratched its head; Rena couldn't understand.
But Lynn patted the Ripper's head and just smiled.
"Just do it my way."
Deep within the core of Carl II, a colossal figure sat upon a throne made of scrap metal.
Iron Claw Chandler had his eyes closed, as if he were asleep.
But the air around it was filled with green Psychic Power fluctuations.
Standing next to it was a slightly smaller Orks, whose appearance somewhat resembled that of a shaman from ancient times.
Its head was bigger than Chandler's, and its body was wrapped in green Lightning.
The Orks second-in-command of the Carl II Space Station, the Psychic Power Boss, Giant Foot Sith.
"Boss," Sith said, his voice ethereal, "Those bugs have escaped."
Chandler opened his eyes; his eyes had no pupils, they were a murky gray.
"They ran away?"
But almost all of those shrimp were dead.
Chandler was silent for a moment before answering.
"Basic?"
"Yes, a few shrimps with the aura of some evil thing from the Warp escaped. They can evade the detection of my men."
The massive iron pincers swung down, smashing the newly repaired scrap throne to pieces.
"A bunch of useless trash!"
"What did you promise me, Sith?"
"Didn't they say that not even a fly could get out of the core area?"
Sith lowered his head. "Don't worry, boss, they didn't see anything. If they dare to come again, I'll personally catch them!"
With Sith's assurance, Chandler stopped his outburst and turned to walk out the door.
After Chandler left, Sith looked up in the direction it had gone, his face grim.
Three days have passed since both sides last entered the core area to explore.
Luna stood on the bridge of the Rule of Discipline, her brow furrowed with an unyielding sorrow.
It's been three days.
For three days she tried various methods, more and better-equipped infiltrators.
The Chaos Cultist, whose Psychic Power were even stronger, personally used magic to try to bypass the perception of those Psychic Power Boy.
But each attempt ended in failure.
Those Psychic Power Boy are like 360° cameras, capable of detecting any creature that enters the core area instantly.
Her infiltrators have lost more than two companies.
And that damned Warboss is still hiding deep within the core area, not even showing his shadow.
"Lady Luna," the adjutant approached cautiously.
"How about we retreat and rest for a bit?"
Luna gave him a cold look.
The adjutant immediately shut up.
Just then, the communicator rang.
"Sir! Urgent message!" The communications officer's voice trembled slightly.
"Over in Brevis, the Governor's expeditionary fleet has set sail!"
"What!?" Luna's pupils suddenly contracted.
Brevis, Spaceport.
The Pinnacle Black Obsidian hovered silently outside the harbor, its massive hull reflecting a cold metallic luster under the lights.
This is the Gothic-class Strike Cruiser, over five kilometers long with a slender hull.
Its sides are lined with a dense Lance Battery, all of which are extra-large caliber and can easily deliver a fatal blow to enemy ships in close to medium-range naval battles.
Its bow is equipped with torpedo tubes, and its stern has four huge propulsion engines.
Unlike Luna's Tyrant-class and Lunar-class, the Gothic-class is better suited for close-to-mid-range combat.
Its armor is thicker, its maneuverability is more agile, and its firepower is denser.
In close-quarters combat, it can unleash a more terrifying destructive force than the Tyrant-class and Lunar-class Cruiser.
However, it also has drawbacks: it is inefficient at destroying shields, lacks long-range firepower, and is difficult to repair.
Therefore, Lynn equipped it with thirty escort ships, mainly Firestorm-class and Cobra Destroyer.
It is fast, has strong firepower, is suitable for close-range dogfights, and has a good speed in dealing with ship shields.
Instead of trying to compensate for his weaknesses, he maximized his strengths.
There are also twenty transport and supply ships, and a mobile dock.
Overall, their long-range firepower and recovery capabilities are inferior to Luna's fleet.
However, in close-quarters combat and skirmishes, Lynn's fleet would be stronger and more agile.
Lynn stood on the bridge, looking in the direction of Brevis through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.
That grayish-white planet is now slowly rotating.
He could see the outline of the main hive, the silhouette of the Forbidden Wall, and the places where he had fought.
"Sir," the captain approached.
"All systems checked and ready, fleet is ready to set sail at any time."
Lynn nodded.
He turned and looked at everyone on the bridge, the elite selected from the Vanguard.
Or they might be loyal warriors infected by his Genestealer, people who are willing to follow him anywhere.
"Let's set sail," he said, his voice firm and powerful.
"Objective: Recapture Carl II!"
May the Emperor protect us!
"May the Emperor protect us!" The unified echo resounded from the bridge.
The engines of the Pinnacle Black Obsidian began to warm up.
The flames from the thrusters gradually changed from red to a dazzling blue-white, and the entire warship began to move.
It departed the spaceport and headed towards the stars.
Behind them, thirty frigates and twenty transport ships stood in neat formation, like a pack of loyal Space Wolves following their alpha.
Below them, in Brevis's main hive, countless people stood in the closest they could reach to the spaceport.
They looked up, watching the firelight recede into the distance.
Some people carried icons of the Emperor, waved the banners of Brevis, or knelt on the ground in silent prayer.
In their view, Lynn's fleet was the only one that truly represented Brevis's expeditionary fleet.
He fed them and led them to victory against a powerful enemy.
Instead of Luna, the Lord Regent who was backed by the Adeptus Mechanicus and whom I'd never even heard of.
"May the Emperor protect us!" someone shouted.
"May the Emperor bless the expeditionary fleet!" More people joined in the chant.
The sounds converged into a torrent, powerfully carrying towards the fleet that was gradually moving further and further away.
Lynn stood on the bridge, listening to the sounds coming from the communication channel, and remained silent for a long time.
A smile curved at the corners of her mouth.