The situation in the main battlefield of space has also been completely reversed.
The remaining Orks fleet was completely suppressed by the combined firepower of Luna and Lynn's fleet.
They generally don't run away, and even if they wanted to fight back, they couldn't win.
They could only be sunk and destroyed one after another.
On the Rule of Discipline, Chandler finally sensed something was wrong.
It managed to get to this position because its sense of danger is more acute than any of the other Orks present.
The ships that came with it are losing contact one by one.
Even its most prized creation, the Mad Bull, was destroyed by the relentless bombardment of that damned cruiser.
The constant warnings indicated that the ship was on the verge of collapse.
It realized it had to withdraw.
The treasure is important, but life is more important.
As long as you're alive, there's always another chance.
There is one very important factor that enabled it to reach this position.
On the platform of Dorito, there is no shortage of more capable and ambitious players.
But Chandler had a quality they all lacked.
restraint.
Chandler turned around and immediately ordered a retreat.
It was naturally unwilling to give up, so it absentmindedly looked around during its retreat, hoping to catch a glimpse of that thing.
Just as it was about to withdraw the Rule of Discipline, it spotted a furtive figure.
That was a scavenger, a unique unit of the Deathskulls Clan.
They like to scavenge for trash on the battlefield and assemble it into all sorts of powerful weapons.
The young scavenger was huddled in a corner, looking timid and hesitant, as if afraid of being discovered.
Chandler stopped in his tracks.
It's not surprising that a scavenger would behave this way.
They're born to be petty thieves.
But this kid is panicking way too much.
Did it discover something?
Chandler thought about it more and more and it seemed like a possibility.
It strode over, grabbed the guy by the neck, and lifted him up.
What are you doing, sneaking around like that? Did you find something good?
The scavenger rubbed his hands together, a fawning smile on his face.
"No, no, boss! How could I not hand over something good I found to you!"
Chandler stared into its eyes.
In those eyes, besides the most instinctive fear of its leader, there was also a hint of greed.
That's quite normal; time is of the essence right now, and they're too lazy to investigate further.
You'd better be.
Just as it was about to put the scavenger down, it caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of its eye.
Not far behind him, a round thing was moving silently.
It was a Squig, although the species itself is round and plump.
But this Squig is ridiculously round, and it moves by rolling, as if it has eaten some kind of spherical object.
Squig does roll like that, but it's always in conjunction with running, not just simply rolling like this.
A thought flashed through Chandler's mind.
It turned its head to look at the scavenging boy, its face twitching with anger.
The power clamp applies force.
Click.
The scavenger's head was crushed, and green bodily fluid splattered all over the ground.
"Grab it for me!" it shouted, pointing at the still-rolling Squig and commanding the surrounding boys.
That Squig ran incredibly fast.
No, that's no longer an ordinary Squig, ever since it swallowed the " Mecha Cache ".
The constantly overflowing, wondrous energy altered its physiological structure.
Its body swelled up, its skin changed from a disgusting pink to a dark gold, and its eyes flashed with golden Lightning.
It rolled and bounced wildly through the tunnel, moving so fast that even the big guys couldn't catch it.
"Catch it! Don't let it get away!"
The boys chased after him frantically, but Squig was like an oiled fish, weaving and darting through the narrow passage, impossible to catch.
It emanated a strange fluctuation, which was the wonder of my Power of Belief.
Wherever it passed, the metal trembled slightly, and the pipes twisted gently.
It is absorbing energy, growing, and becoming more terrifying.
Each bounce of the golden sphere was more terrifying than a ship's cannonball, and some of the boys who tried to intercept it were instantly smashed to pieces.
Chandler panicked.
It charged forward itself, and the power clamp slammed down hard.
But the Squig swerved sharply to dodge it, and even flicked its face as if retaliating for killing its master.
"Damn it!" Chandler cursed, raising his left-hand triple -Big Shoota and firing wildly at Squig.
But all the bullets grazed the target, and Squig would even wait for Chandler every now and then.
It seems to be mocking its poor tracking ability.
The battle inside the Rule of Discipline has now turned into a comical chase game.
Just as Chandler was chasing Squig all over the ship, Lynn finally got in touch with Luna.
A burst of static came through the communicator, followed by Luna's deliberately profound voice.
" Lynn?" Her voice held a hint of wariness. "How could you..."
"What exactly happened?" Lynn interrupted her, his tone icy.
What happened to your fleet?
Luna's face instantly darkened.
Was he ordering her around? Who did he think he was?
"How my fleet is is none of your business," she said coldly.
I have my own plans.
"A plan?" Lynn raised an eyebrow.
"Your plan is to let the Orks pierce the Rule of Discipline completely? To let them successfully defect?"
"And then you hid on the Iron Radiance, watching the Rule of Discipline fall?"
Luna's face flushed red and then turned pale.
"This... this is the first part of my plan!"
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by soft laughter.
That laughter was even more unpleasant than cursing.
Just as Luna was about to retort, Lynn continued.
"A marshal candidate in charge of an expedition couldn't even grasp the most basic battlefield situation."
His voice grew colder and colder.
" Luna, you're a disgrace."
Luna's face turned bright red.
But she won't admit it.
"What do you know!" she yelled, "I..."
"Alright," Lynn interrupted her, "I don't want to waste my breath on you."
He knew exactly what Luna was up to lately.
Those rumors and legends, about the "secret to creating invincible mechs," were all spread by her.
Considering the Orks ' attack, a thought flashed through Lynn's mind.
"Could the Orks leader of the Carl II be on that biggest ship?" he suddenly asked.
On the other end of the communicator, Luna, who had just been arguing fiercely with him, fell silent for a few seconds.
Lynn sighed heavily.
"You knew it was on the ship all along?"
Why didn't you say so sooner?
Lynn didn't say the second half of his sentence aloud; he knew Luna valued the outcome of this war highly.
I just didn't expect the other party to be so shameless, completely disregarding Brevis's survival.
Luna sensed it the moment the massive Orks warship appeared on the flank of the Rule of Discipline.
That intense Waaagh! Field, and the almost overflowing aura of madness.
Let her determine the origin of the Waaaagh from the Carl II; the warboss in charge here is on that huge ship.