In a dark passageway somewhere on the Mad Bull, a huge figure limped along.
Chandler is still alive.
Its armor on its back and right side had completely disappeared, revealing its charred flesh underneath.
His left leg and right hand were gone, leaving only bare limbs with green liquid dripping from the wounds.
Large areas of skin were charred, emitting a pungent, burnt smell.
In some places, the white bones were exposed, with metal fragments stuck in them.
But it still held tightly to the golden sphere in its arms.
Mecha Cache.
This is something it risked its life for; it is now completely unharmed and still radiates a soft golden light.
The Big Shoota was still barely hanging on its left arm armor.
The barrel had been warped by the high temperature, and its only remaining function was to support its movement.
Chandler used his Big Shoota to support himself on the ground and limped forward.
Each step left a bloody footprint.
Despite the excruciating pain, it continued walking forward without stopping.
Walk to the cockpit at the very front of the Mad Bull.
This is a cabin so rudimentary it couldn't be more basic, yet its operational authority is even higher than that of the bridge.
The entire control panel consisted of only a few joysticks, a glass panel offering a view of the outside, and a red power switch.
Chandler rushed to the glass and looked outside.
Carl II is right in front of us.
Its territory belonged to its last hope.
With its last bit of strength, it pressed the red switch hard.
The Mad Bull was shaking violently, as if it were about to break apart.
The massive horned Orks at the bow separated from the hull from the base.
The rear energy system activated, the disposable thrusters ignited, and the enormous horned Orks- head emerged.
It was actually a separate escape pod, prepared by Chandler to deal with situations like the one we're in now.
It detached from the Mad Bull and flew towards the Carl II like a cannonball.
The speed is ridiculously fast.
It shook off the wreckage of the Mad Bull almost instantly.
Rena Jingzhe stood on the deck of the Mad Bull, feeling the light receding into the distance.
The emotionless monster actually sighed at this moment.
She didn't chase after him.
This body had reached its limit; Rena Jingzhe began to slowly lose her vitality.
She ultimately failed to complete her mission.
Chandler looked at the chaotic battlefield behind him through the monitor screen of the escape pod.
It saw the Mad Bull slowly sinking, with fire still spewing from the large hole blown open on its side.
Those boys who are still fighting are being attacked from both sides.
And that damned Imperium cruiser, its flank Lance Battery was still glowing.
It gripped the mecha core tightly in its arms, a deep-seated hatred flashing in its eyes.
"Wait."
Its voice was hoarse and weak, yet filled with a frenzied killing intent.
"When I get back, I'll build a real behemoth..."
"I will come back and tear you all to pieces."
There are still more than 10,000 meters to go.
Once it enters the air defense zone of the Carl II, it will be safe.
The anti-aircraft turrets had the range to cover that area, and any pursuing enemy ships would be blasted to smithereens.
It's already starting to plan which arm to fix first when it gets back.
Just then, an Imperium ship appeared on the side of the escape pod.
It was a Turbulent-class Frigate, the fastest reconnaissance ship in the Imperial Navy, and it was rushing towards it at full speed.
The ship's stern thrusters spewed out blazing blue flames, firing at him as they hurtled straight toward his escape pod.
Their stance suggested a fight to the death.
"Damn it!!!" Chandler spat out a mouthful of bloody Broken Tooth and cursed.
It couldn't understand where this crazy shrimp came from, so it could only keep pulling the control stick, trying to speed up the escape pod.
However, those disposable thrusters reach their maximum speed from ignition onwards, and the pointer on the speedometer remains completely still.
The frigate was getting closer and closer; it was about to collide with them.
Luna stood on the bridge of the Turbulent-class Frigate.
She was covered in a thick, foul-smelling green liquid.
She had a deep wound on her face, left from when she personally led the team to deal with the escaped cruiser, but she didn't even bother to bandage it.
Her eyes were fixed on the approaching escape pod, her gaze filled with longing.
"Faster!" she yelled. "Full speed! Full speed ahead!"
The frigate's captain was too afraid to speak.
The Void Shield readings were dropping rapidly, and the anti-aircraft fire of the Carl II was pouring down around the ship like a torrential downpour.
With each hit, the entire ship trembled, and alarms blared incessantly.
But Luna showed no intention of ordering a retreat.
She stared intently at the escape pod.
Luna knew what Lynn had just done; the survivors on the Rule of Discipline told her what had happened.
A blue, insect-like monster was sent to assassinate Chandler, but failed.
Now that Chandler is severely injured, this is the perfect opportunity.
She couldn't let Lynn take all the credit.
She wanted to personally capture the Warboss and obtain the " Mecha Cache."
He needs to prove that he is the protagonist of this expedition, not just a governor who hides behind the Tyranids.
"We'll meet soon." A maniacal smile crept across her lips.
On the Pinnacle Black Obsidian, Lynn witnessed this scene through remote observation.
He paused for a few seconds, then softly uttered six words: "They're really courting death."
The captain beside him asked, "Sir, should we go help...?"
"There's no time to get there," Lynn shook his head.
He simply couldn't understand: if they really wanted to make a name for themselves, why did they even bother starting out?
Inside the escape pod, Chandler felt a sense of despair.
That damned shrimp-sized frigate is about to ram us.
It has at most thirty seconds left before it is caught or smashed to pieces.
There's nothing Chandler can do now but pin his hopes on the second-in-command, with whom he has a strained relationship.
It knew that Sith was sent by Ragnar specifically to monitor it, and that they disliked each other.
So it had never given the other party a friendly look, but now, only Sith could help it.
It frantically pounded on the control panel and roared into the communicator:
" Sith! Sith! I know you can hear me, get rid of this tail for me!!!"
That communicator could only connect to its own guard battalion; it couldn't reach the Psychic Power Boss at all.
But Chandler knew that the Sith could hear him.
That damned Psychic Power Boss, his Psychic Power perception can cover the entire core area, and even extend to the middle layer of Carl II.
This is also what it hates most about the Sith; it feels like it's being watched by him all day long.
Therefore, it must have heard its own cry for help.
But the other party ignored it.
"Damn it!" Chandler continued to yell.
" Ragnar still needs me to guard Carl II! If I die, Ragnar will be disappointed!!"
Sith still ignored it.
Chandler's heart sank to the bottom.