The Firestorm Frigate's light spear attacks followed in quick succession.
The main guns of these frigates are characterized by their large size, which also has a remarkable effect on shield force fields.
The beam continuously depleted the shield reserves of several Orks main cruisers.
Several Orks main cruisers realized something was wrong and began to turn around and flee.
But Luna's fleet's escort ships reacted quickly and arrived to provide support!
They charged forward recklessly, entangling the Orks warships that were trying to escape.
The defensive turrets fired wildly, torpedo tubes launched incessantly, and they even charged directly onto the armor plate.
They are risking their lives to buy time.
Meanwhile, the Pinnacle Black Obsidian has completed its second recharge.
"Lock onto the largest one," Lynn ordered.
The Lance Battery lit up again.
This time, the target is the giant warship that is propelling the Rule of Discipline, the Mad Bull.
A beam of light was emitted.
A thick beam of light, carrying destructive heat, streaked across the starry sky and struck the side of the Mad Bull with pinpoint accuracy.
The thick steel melted instantly.
The armor was torn apart like paper, and beams of light pierced through layer after layer of compartments, exploding deep within the ship's hull.
The Mad Bull was shaking violently.
Its green force field had long since dissipated, and now it was relying entirely on its heavy armor to withstand the onslaught.
But those light spears were specifically designed to target the ship itself, and they were too powerful and too dense, firing one after another, giving it no chance to breathe.
The Mad Bull had a huge hole blown in its side.
Flames erupted from the breach, scattering countless fragments in all directions.
That once invincible behemoth finally let out a painful wail.
Chandler was wreaking havoc inside the Rule of Discipline when he suddenly felt the warship beneath his feet tremble violently.
"What's going on?!" it roared.
Intermittent screams came through the communicator:
"Boss! Outside! A new fleet of shrimps has arrived! Our fleet is about to collapse!"
Chandler was stunned.
A new fleet?
It rushed to a porthole and looked out.
In the starry sky, a massive Imperium cruiser was positioned sideways in our direction.
Its side-mounted Lance Battery was still glowing, its target precisely its own ship.
Chandler immediately had his second-in-command, who was staying on the ship, inform him of the current situation of the Mad Bull.
The Mad Bull had a large hole blown in its side, its armor was severely damaged, and at least three compartments were completely exposed to the vacuum.
Those small fry's cruisers were indeed heavily armed, even more so than they had anticipated.
After listening to its deputy's report, it thought for a moment, then grinned.
"Keep searching!" Chandler roared, swinging his power clamps to smash the half-door blocking his way into pieces.
That thing is definitely on this ship!
Because it figured that as long as the ship's engine wasn't broken, the ship could sail!
The boys looked at each other, somewhat hesitant.
That new, insignificant fleet outside is so powerful, yet the boss still doesn't want to retreat?
But no one dared to question it; whatever the boss said was law.
Chandler turned and continued rampaging through the passage of the Rule of Discipline.
With every step it took, the floor trembled under its six-meter-tall mechanical armor.
The power pliers tore open the tightly closed hatches, and the three-barreled Big Shoota swept across any of the Skitarii who dared to block their way.
It didn't even know what that thing looked like.
But it knew that thing must be on this ship.
The "secret of the invincible mech" that the kids were talking about so much must be true.
Find it, and you can build the most amazing mech.
It wouldn't be a bad idea to try and replace Ragnar at that time.
That way, the name Chandler will be known throughout the entire galaxy.
It continued walking in.
The battlefield outside is also changing.
Although the Orks fleet was initially caught off guard by Lynn's expeditionary fleet, they would not retreat as long as their leader did not.
This is the logic of the Orks: if the boss says charge, then charge to the end.
The boss didn't order us to retreat; we'd rather die here.
Soon, a Orks cruiser painted with yellow and black stripes found its opportunity.
Leading a group of transport ships and ramming boats, it successfully broke into the depths of Lynn's fleet lines during a lull in the expeditionary fleet's firepower.
The transport boats cut through the barrage of fire and headed straight for the escort ships.
Strangely, they weren't stopped by that damned shield.
The Void Shield on those escort ships were clearly still functioning, yet the transport ships encountered no resistance and crashed directly into the hull.
The Orks don't consider whether this is a trap.
"Board! Board!" the guys inside the transport boat yelled wildly.
"Kill all those shrimps, hahahaha!!!"
The first batch of transport ships successfully landed.
Tens of thousands of Orks soldiers swarmed onto the ships of the expeditionary fleet.
What they didn't notice was that the Void Shield of those escort ships lit up again perfectly after they passed through.
Like a giant beast, it opens its mouth, waiting for its prey to jump in.
The first frigate to be boarded was named " Warrior's Resolve ".
This is a Firestorm-class Frigate, less than two kilometers long, with a crew of less than 30,000.
In the eyes of the Orks people, these small boats made by shrimps are the easiest to capture. As long as they rush in, kill all the shrimps, and they can steal good stuff.
This group of defecting Orks numbered around 30,000, and their leader was a giant who was over 3.5 meters tall.
It brandished a Power Axe and was the first to rush out of the transport boat.
They even made it all the way to the deck where the crew usually stayed.
Strangely, they encountered no resistance from fire along the way, nor did they see any living creatures.
Only the dim lights and the low hum of the ventilation ducts were heard.
The big guy frowned; this wasn't normal.
How could a shrimp boat be empty?
However, its brain capacity does not support it in engaging in deeper thinking.
"Search for me!" it roared.
The Ork Boyz began to rush inside, passing through hatches and passageways, searching every corner.
But there was nothing there.
The entire ship was like a ghost town.
Their last bit of vigilance wore off, and they began to split up and act in different directions.
They were trying to find the shrimp that had hidden themselves in this way.
Until the big guy and his team reached the depths of the ship.
All the lights there went out instantly.
It was pitch black.
The big guy raised his Power Axe, signaling his men to be careful.
They moved forward slowly, their eyes searching desperately in the darkness.
Sudden!
In the darkness, a cluster of scarlet lights appeared, surrounding the center.
Thousands of red lights, densely packed and layered, were staring at them.
The boys could even sense the greed emanating from those red lights, as if they were looking at a delicious meal.
The big guy's pupils suddenly contracted.
"What the hell is this?!"
It didn't finish its sentence.
Something moved in the darkness, moving so fast that it was impossible to see it.
A gust of wind blew by, and the big guy's Power Axe, along with the arm holding it, flew out.
It let out a miserable cry, looked down, and saw that the cut was smooth.
More shadowy figures emerged from the darkness.
The Ork Boyz finally saw their opponent clearly.
It wasn't humans or those robots, it was insects.
Countless insects!