Just as Chandler was feeling disappointed, deep within the core of Carl II, a figure opened its eyes.
Giant Foot Sith.
It was only slightly larger than a regular Orks, but its murky gray eyes held a chilling, Lightning.
That was the sign of awakened Psychic Power, and the foundation upon which it stood in this Orks alliance.
He was Ragnar's most trusted Psychic Power Boss and Dorido's Dorito -in-command sent to monitor Chandler.
But it never liked that Big Mek.
That arrogant guy, relying on his ability to build things, never gives anyone a kind look.
Every time I meet it, it's full of sarcastic remarks, constantly calling me " Ragnar's dog."
But now, Chandler is right.
The large-mouthed Ragnar needs it to guard Carl II.
If Chandler dies, there will be no leader here, and those Ork Boyz will be in complete chaos.
Even if I can regain control, it will take some time.
If the shrimps outside launch an attack at that time, Carl II might not be able to hold out.
Ragnar will be disappointed.
Sith closed his eyes, then opened them again.
It stood up, and the Psychic Power Boy in the half and core areas also stood up.
"Prepare to use that move," Sith's ethereal voice rang out.
A few seconds later, several Lightning struck an open area in the center of the core zone.
A puff of white smoke dissipated, and hundreds of Psychic Power Boy appeared.
The Psychic Power Boy generally have larger heads than the other Psyboys, and their eyes glow green.
Many of the Psychic Power Boy also have grayish-green skin and are surrounded by faint electric currents.
They stood together, looking at Sith standing on the high platform, nervously gripping their staffs.
Sith remained silent.
It simply raised its hand and closed its eyes.
Then it began to extract their Psychic Power.
The Psychic Power Boy screamed in agony, feeling their power being drained away like water, flowing towards the figure on the platform.
Some of the boys fainted on the spot, or bled from all seven orifices, while others had their eyes burning and looked extremely painful.
But the Sith did not stop.
It requires sufficient power to execute that move.
That Big Mek who escaped back is annoying, but he has to live.
The Turbulent-class Frigate is about to encounter the escape pod.
Luna could already see the rivets on the ugly escape pod's surface.
In just a few seconds, she would be able to grab the Warboss herself.
A victorious smile spread across her face.
Suddenly, a terrifying pressure descended upon the Turbulent-class Frigate.
Luna looked up, her eyes, now open to Psychic Power vision, filled with astonishment and despair.
A gigantic Orks phantom appeared out of thin air atop the frigate.
Standing ten thousand meters tall, clad in rough armor, its face obscured, yet its eyes burning with green flames inspire an irresistible urge to submit.
Its right foot was raised high, aimed at the "tiny" frigate.
Gork.
The Orks ' deity represents brutality and power; legend says He is both cruel and cunning.
It raised its enormous foot, powerful enough to shatter stars.
I stomped down.
The most powerful waaaagh spell from the Giant Foot Sith — Foot of Gork!
There is no sound in space.
But the moment that giant foot landed was still quite awe-inspiring.
The ring-shaped shockwave spread through space, and the front half of the Turbulent-class Frigate disappeared completely.
Along with the crew members operating the weapons and the technicians navigating the ship.
And Luna, who was standing on the bridge with a smile on her face, has all disappeared.
The front half of the entire frigate seemed to vanish into thin air, while the rear half tumbled and floated in space.
The ship that was just chasing Chandler at full speed has been turned into a pile of worthless space junk.
The enormous phantom lasted for less than three seconds before slowly dissipating.
All that remained was a pile of scrap metal and the bow of a horned Orks ship that continued to fly.
Inside the escape pod, Chandler stared at the horrific scene outside the window, stunned for a second.
Then it burst into a wild laugh of relief, as if it had survived a catastrophe.
Hahahaha~~~!!!
It laughed so hard it trembled, and the wound on the severed limb, missing its right hand, reopened due to the violent shaking, bleeding profusely.
"I knew it! I knew that dog would make a move!"
It waved its remaining left hand at the now-scrapped frigate, as if bidding farewell to an old friend.
"You idiot! Come and get me if you dare! Come on! Hahahaha~"
The escape pod continued forward and finally entered the air defense zone of the Carl II.
The massive turrets watched it fly by silently, without making any reaction.
It's safe now.
In the core area of Carl II, the Sith returned to its seat.
Its green face was deathly pale, its forehead was covered in cold sweat, and its body was trembling uncontrollably.
That attack just now almost drained all of its Psychic Power and burned more than a dozen Psychic Power Boy to death.
Those who were whipped too hard were burned to a crisp.
The Psychic Power Boy around it gathered, trying to help it up.
It waved them away.
"Get out, let me rest for a bit." Sith gasped for breath.
Clearly, that attack had taken a toll on it.
The Psychic Power Boy exchanged glances, then withdrew.
Sith closed his eyes and began to regulate his breathing.
It needs to be restored; that Big Mek is back, and there will definitely be a lot of trouble to deal with.
But at least it completed the task assigned by Ragnar and protected Carl II.
A few minutes later, the gates to the core area opened.
Chandler limped in.
Its body was wrapped in bandages, its right hand and left leg were empty, and its walking posture was ridiculously clumsy.
But it wore a smug smile, clutching the golden sphere tightly in its arms.
The Mecha Cache, a treasure it risked its life for.
It walked up to Sith and stopped.
"Thanks," it said.
The tone was casual, as if he were dismissing a servant.
Sith opened his eyes and glanced at it.
There was no emotion in those cloudy eyes.
Chandler continued:
"If it weren't for that kick you gave me, I'd be dead today."
"I'll make you a new toy later."
The tone and attitude were clearly full of disdain and condescension.
The Psychic Power Boy around him visibly changed their expressions.
They glanced furtively at Sith, and the Lightning on their bodies became even more intense.
They all knew what had just happened.
Sith nearly drained himself dry trying to save this bastard.
And those dozen or so brothers died because of this bastard.
But that bastard didn't even offer a sincere thank you.
Sith remained silent.
It simply closed its eyes and continued to regulate its breathing.
Chandler scoffed at its behavior and turned to leave.
"This is boring," it muttered, its voice loud enough to be heard throughout the entire hall.
All he does is pretend to be profound. I really don't know what Ragnar saw in this unambitious good-for-nothing.
Chandler walked away.
The door slammed shut behind it.
In Chandler's eyes, the Sith were the most worthless of Orks.
Despite possessing such immense power, he could easily have been the leader himself, yet he willingly remained Ragnar's dog.
Lacking ambition, only knowing how to obey.
Even if such Orks is very strong, it won't catch its eye.
It has no need to thank such waste; the Sith are merely a tool to be used.
Once it has thoroughly researched the Mecha Cache, it will build a truly massive machine.
It might not be impossible for it to take a seat in the place of the Ragnar.
As it walked, it pondered which workshop to visit first and which Mekboy young men to call for help.
Behind it, Sith was watching it.
Looking at its limping back and the glowing sphere in its arms, a strange emotion flashed in his eyes.
He seems to be pondering something.