Some weak-willed Ork Boyz, under the influence of the poisonous fog...
They actually threw their weapons on the ground, scratched their skin, and their formation suddenly became chaotic.
Just then, Rena Jingzhe arrived.
It was so fast that the Lictor followed behind it like tigers among sheep.
Four bone blades were wielded, each swing resulting in the fall of a head.
Nine whip tails thrust out continuously, each attack piercing through a chest.
It danced gracefully among the Orks animals.
The dance was elegant yet deadly, precise yet cruel.
Where it swept past, the Orks fell in swathes, like crops swept by a gale.
Heads flew off, blood gushed out, and screams of agony echoed throughout the air.
Chandler kept running with his head down, never once looking back.
Finally, it stepped onto the deck of the Mad Bull.
Several auxiliary engines immediately ignited; these were essentially disposable propulsion units.
It's discarded after use, but it can provide a brief period of tremendous thrust.
Mad Bull began to slowly pull the pair of horns stuck in the Rule of Discipline.
"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!" Chandler roared.
The Mad Bull's main engines have long been shut down; it's now propelled backwards by those few disposable thrusters.
They spewed blue flames, propelling the behemoth backward.
The ship of the Rule of Discipline finally stopped its sideways drift.
The pair of bull horns were slowly pulled out of the wound, bringing with them countless fragments and Mars.
The moment Chandler stepped onto the deck of the Mad Bull, his mechanical guard immediately sprang into action.
They're not your average big guys.
They were the elite troops Chandler had handpicked from countless battles.
It is a "mechanical beast" built with the best parts, the most powerful weapons, and the thickest armor.
Their sole purpose is to protect the leader's safety.
Ten modified, Deff Dreadnought were lined up at the junction of the two ships.
Their arms have been replaced with heavy weapons, some are twin-mounted Big Shoota, some are frighteningly thick rocket launchers, or launchers that spew blue flames.
Their armor was welded with extra steel plates, making them like battle bunkers.
Fifty Killa Kan stood in front of the Deff Dreadnought, acting as its guards.
These Killa Kan were painted with the yellow and black insignia of the Bad Moons Clan, and each one was equipped with the most luxurious items imaginable.
The cannon barrels were gilded, and the iron cans were decorated with teeth everywhere.
Those Gretchin sat inside, trembling with excitement; they had been modified by the Psychic Power Boy to only experience pleasure from combat.
Hundreds of burly men clad in powered mechanical Power Armour stood in the gaps between the mechs.
They are three meters tall on average, and each set of Orks Power Armour was designed by Chandler himself.
The force field axe hummed in his hand, and the heavy, Big Shoota gun muzzle glowed with a warm orange-red.
They are the last line of defense, and also the strongest.
Behind them were countless ordinary young men.
Armed with machetes and pistols, they crowded into the passageways and piled up on the deck, forming human barriers.
There is only one goal.
Stop those blue monsters and let the boss retreat safely.
Rena Jingzhe stood at the intersection of the Rule of Discipline and the Mad Bull, her compound eyes fixed on Chandler.
Her nine whip tails rose simultaneously, spreading out in a fan shape behind her.
Each tail was gathering blue lightning, the light growing brighter and more dazzling, illuminating everything around it with a sharp blue glow.
Her compound eyes swept over the dense defensive line opposite her, her brain frantically calculating.
The perfect point and timing for the attack—suddenly, she roared.
Nine Bursting Lightning Spear shot out simultaneously.
They tore through the air, carrying violent Lightning, and landed precisely at various key locations on the Orks's defensive line.
The most densely packed place of the Deff Dreadnought, the area where the most Killa Kan are concentrated, the center of the big guys' formation.
The Bursting Lightning Spear sizzled as it hit the ground.
A powerful electromagnetic pulse burst forth.
The blue light spread rapidly, and the electric current snaked through the Orks machinery.
The operating systems of those Deff Dreadnought instantly went out of control.
Their turrets began to rotate indiscriminately, firing wildly in all directions.
Rockets exploded amidst the Orks troops, Big Shoota of bullets swept across the surrounding friendly forces.
A Deff Dreadnought rocket launcher was aimed directly at the group of Killa Kan next to it. In the blink of an eye, three Killa Kan were blown up by friendly forces.
"What's going on?! My turret isn't working properly!"
"I'm one of them, what are you doing...?"
Explosions rang out one after another.
Some Killa Kan are even more horrific.
Their hydraulic systems are locked by electromagnetic pulses, and all joints are stuck in place and unable to move.
The Gretchin inside frantically jerked the levers and stomped on the pedals, but the machinery remained unresponsive, as if it were rusted.
The electric current traveled through the metal into the cockpit, causing the Gretchin to convulse and scream in agony.
Their fur began to smoke, their skin turned charred black, and even their eyeballs were electrocuted and burst open.
The big guys' Orks Power Armour was also affected in different ways.
The imposing mechanical armor, once powered, transformed into a heavy iron coffin.
The big guys tried to take a step, but found that they couldn't lift their legs at all, and their Big Shoota were also out of order.
They were imprisoned in their proud armor, making movement difficult, and could only struggle to resist those agile monsters.
Even those Orks technologies that are not driven by conventional physical laws have been affected.
A special mech powered by the " Waaagh! " power began to experience energy turbulence.
The boy controlling it felt a strong tingling sensation from his limbs, causing him to tremble all over in pain and faint on the spot.
The screams of the Orks rose and fell.
The defensive line made of steel and flesh collapsed instantly under the onslaught of the electromagnetic pulse.
After the Bursting Lightning Spear took effect, Rena Jingzhe was the first to leap into the enemy ranks.
The remaining few dozen Lictor followed behind.
Her speed was astonishing.
Those Orks, who were stuck in place and unable to move, only saw a blue afterimage flash by.
Then my vision started to spin, and it felt like my head was flying off.
One of the Deff Dreadnought trying to turn and aim, crashed due to a malfunction in its control system.
Its massive body crashed to the ground, crushing several Ork Boyz beneath it.
Rena swept past it, slashed her bone blade, and the cockpit was sliced open. The Mekboy kid inside was then torn to pieces by the Lictor who followed behind.
The cockpit door of a Killa Kan was jammed shut, and the Gretchin inside had been electrocuted and stuck to the seat.
Rena didn't even glance at it, simply walking past it.
A Lictor pounced from behind, its claws tearing through the armor and killing the charred mass inside.
The big guys tried to remove their Power Armour, but the hydraulic locks were stuck, and their paralyzed limbs made it difficult to exert force.
They frantically pounded on the emergency switch and smashed their shells with their fists, but the metal seemed to be ingrained in their bodies and they couldn't get it off.
The Lictor pounced, their claws piercing through the gaps in their carapaces and tearing open the fragile flesh.