But the Void Shield's strength exceeded its expectations.
That layer of blue light withstood the first wave of impact from the Mad Bull.
And the green shield that the Waaagh! Field had given to the Mad Bull was completely depleted.
But Chandler did not choose to retreat; instead, he smashed a can of golden liquid into the control panel.
It sensed what was hidden in that ship—something it had always longed for!
"Power up!" Chandler roared, "Charge!!!"
The Mekboy kids frantically manipulated all sorts of levers.
The Mad Bull's engines roared to life, and green flames nearly melted the edge of its tail thrusters.
The entire warship charged forward like a mad bull, defying the Rule of Discipline.
The Ruler of Rule of Discipline onto the Mad Bull.
The beams and shells exploded on the thick armor, leaving behind smoking craters.
The tips of the bull's horns were broken off by the force field, but the mad bull didn't care.
It just needs to hold on for a few more seconds, just a few more seconds!
The Void Shield of the Rule of Discipline flickered violently.
The blue light grew dimmer and thinner.
With a soft "biu~", the Void Shield dissipated.
The broken bull's horn plunged fiercely into the side of the Rule of Discipline.
The armor dented and tore under the immense force, and the entire warship was pushed to slide to the left.
On the bridge of the ship Rule of Discipline," alarms were blaring incessantly.
"Main engine damaged! Power system overload! Unstable energy supply across the entire ship!"
" Void Shield Generator overheating! Requires 15 minutes to cool down!"
" Orks are boarding! Repeat, a large number of Orks are boarding!"
The adjutant's voice trembled as he looked at Luna, awaiting orders.
Luna's face turned pale, and she gave him a look, as if she had made up her mind.
A large number of Ork Boyz are frantically pouring the Rule of Discipline into the broken bull's horn.
They wore fine yellow plate armor, brandished machetes and muskets, and emitted piercing howls.
Behind them followed various war machines, Orks tanks, and Killa Kan, Deff Dreadnought.
The Skitarii, together with the Tzeentch Cultist, launched a fierce counterattack.
The blue beams of the Arc Rifle intertwined in the passageway, while the scorching flames of the plasma cannons devoured wave after wave of Orks.
Those emotionless, modified soldiers knew nothing of fear; they simply aimed, fired, and reloaded mechanically until they were overwhelmed by the Orks.
The Tzeentch Cultist are also fighting.
Their Psychic Power exploded in the narrow passage, tearing the Orks to shreds.
Their magic caused the boys at the front to bleed from all seven orifices and collapse to the ground convulsing.
But there are too many Orks.
They are like a green flood that has burst its banks, endless and unending.
And their leader came too.
Iron Claw Chandler personally boarded the ship.
It wore a heavy suit of mechanical armor, stood over six meters tall, and every step it took shook the passageway.
Its right arm is a huge pair of powered pincers, capable of easily tearing apart anything in its path.
Its left arm is a three-barreled rotating Big Shoota, and the caliber of those bullets is ridiculously large, even exceeding the barrel itself.
No one knows how they were fired; the hit Skitarii turned into a bloody mist, which was then ignited by the engine oil inside their bodies, turning into a firework.
"Charge!" Chandler roared, "Find that thing!"
The boys responded enthusiastically.
Their morale is soaring; with their leader personally leading the team, what is there to fear?
The Skitarii ' lines of defense began to crumble.
The Tzeentch Cultist began to retreat.
Luna hasn't shown up yet, and they've already realized something.
But the emotionless, modified soldiers continued to fight, though they could no longer stop the green flood.
Meanwhile, the battle in space has also reached a fever pitch.
More and more Orks warships broke through the fire blockade and began to board.
A Lunar-class Cruiser was surrounded by three Orks cruisers. After its Void Shield was overloaded, a large hole was blasted in its side, and countless transport ships swarmed in.
Another Lunar-class Cruiser is being besieged by more than a dozen Orks Battle Barge; its Void Shield is fluctuating constantly and could collapse at any moment.
The Orks and the Tyranids share similar advantages in naval warfare; however, once they enter the most brutal boarding maneuvers, they find themselves in their comfort zone.
Those crazed Ork Boyz moved like fish in water in the narrow passage. They didn't care about casualties; all they wanted was to kill and destroy, all they wanted was Waaaagh!
At this rate, Luna's fleet is doomed to defeat.
Just then, a light shone in the distant starry sky.
That was a flash of light emanating from the spear.
A barrage of light spears came hurtling towards them.
"All ships, prepare for battle!"
Lynn stood on the bridge of the Pinnacle Black Obsidian, looking at the chaotic battlefield on the radar screen, and gave orders.
His fleet had just entered the area where the Carl II was located, appearing right on the flank of the battlefield.
The scene before him was even more devastating than he had imagined.
The Rule of Discipline was being held aloft by a massive, ridiculously large Orks warship; it was obvious what had happened.
Two Lunar-class Cruiser were surrounded, the escort ships fought desperately, and the transport ships kept retreating.
Luna's fleet is on the verge of collapse.
"Sir," the captain approached, "Should we...?"
"Hit him," Lynn interrupted him, "Now is not the time to settle personal scores."
He stared at the massive Orks warship on the screen.
Although he and Luna were not on the same side, and even belonged to completely different factions.
But now, they share the same enemy.
Moreover, the opponent is an enemy that will continue to evolve, so he naturally cannot sit idly by and let the opponent grow stronger.
"All fleet, target the Orks fleet, open fire!"
The side-mounted Lance Battery of the Pinnacle Black Obsidian began to charge.
That was the most powerful weapon in the entire fleet: dozens of oversized light lances arranged on both sides of the ship, specifically designed to destroy the main body of large targets.
The humming sound they emitted while charging caused the entire deck to tremble slightly.
"Fire!"
Dozens of light spears shot out simultaneously.
The blazing light tore through the darkness, striking precisely the Orks warships that were besieging Luna's fleet.
The beam of light pierced through the armor, melted through the hull, and the crude creations dissolved in the intense light.
The Orks were stunned by the sudden attack.
They turned their heads to look at their flanks, where an unfamiliar fleet was deploying.
Led by a Gothic-class Cruiser, it was followed by dozens of frigates and destroyers.
The frigates have begun launching torpedoes.
Dozens of torpedoes attacked from the side, remaining almost entirely concealed.
By the time the Orks discovered them, it was too late.
The Orks unleashed a barrage of anti-aircraft fire, but the torpedoes were too fast to be stopped.
Boom boom boom!!!
The torpedo exploded on the shields of the Orks warship.
This type of torpedo is specifically designed to counter shield force fields, and it generates strong energy interference upon detonation.
The shield fields of those Orks warships were quickly destroyed.