Lynn witnessed this scene aboard the Pinnacle Black Obsidian.
The ten-thousand-meter-tall phantom took a devastating step, and the escort ship vanished in an instant.
He stood by the window and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement:
Wow, those big feet are really something else!
" Alpha-level Psyker, at least Alpha-level," he murmured to himself.
Psyker of this caliber are like mobile natural disasters on the battlefield.
With a wave of his hand, he could evaporate an entire company; with a single move, he could turn a tank into scrap metal.
Without countermeasures, no matter how large the army, it will only be a death sentence.
Rena's voice echoed in his heart, tinged with weakness and guilt:
" Lynn... I'm sorry, I couldn't kill it."
Lynn shook her head.
"It's not your fault," he said. "It's my fault for not planning ahead."
He hadn't expected Luna's rumor scheme to actually work, especially considering the purple paint scheme on that massive ship.
Lynn had a pretty good idea of what had happened.
He touched the Ripper, his expression calm.
"It's alright, we have a backup plan..."
Meanwhile, in the captain's cabin of the Iron Radiance, a blue light slowly coalesced.
Luna stepped out of the light, staggered, and grabbed the wall for support.
Her face was deathly pale, and her body was so weak it looked like it was about to fall apart.
This was her last photograph.
She looked out the window at the enormous space station, her eyes filled with resentment.
So close, so very close.
But she couldn't take that risk anymore.
This is her last photo; if she dies again, it will truly be the end for her.
She then commanded her fleet to cooperate with Lynn's fleet to wipe out the remaining Orks.
They looked at Lynn's fleet, which seemed quite wary of them.
She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.
"Retreat," Luna ordered, knowing that in their current state, they couldn't do anything.
"Take back the remnants of the Rule of Discipline."
A cold glint flashed in her eyes.
"Next time, I will return with all my strength."
Lynn's fleet began redeployment.
The Pinnacle Black Obsidian led its escort fleet to establish a blockade around the Carl II.
They didn't attack; they just held their ground.
Like a group of hunters patiently waiting for their prey to take the bait.
He did not launch a final assault when Carl II was at its weakest.
Because it's not the right time yet.
Although Chandler was severely injured by Rena, the Alpha-level Psyker was still alive.
The overall defensive strength of the Carl II has not decreased much; there are still hundreds of millions of Orks waiting for him inside.
Fighting head-on? That's a thankless and arduous task.
He has to wait.
Waiting for an opportunity to undermine the other side from within.
He looked out the window at the enormous space station and said softly:
Take your time, there's no rush.
Behind her, Rena's mini- Ripper crawled out of the shadows.
She climbed onto his shoulder and nuzzled his face in response.
Lynn began his infiltration plan as early as when the Purple Quartz first arrived at Carl II.
At that time, Luna's fleet was still "dawdling" in Brevis, and the Orks on Carl II were still worried about the harassment from the bugs.
Lynn was already thinking further ahead: a decapitation strike.
This requires precise positioning; without it, even the most skilled assassin will be ineffective.
So he needs to put some "eyes" in.
Using a large number of Orks gene samples collected by Brevis, Rena created the first batch of " Rena Orks ".
Those guys looked almost exactly like ordinary Ork Boyz.
Green skin, terrifying fangs, and a silly expression.
They stood before Lynn, and Lynn couldn't see any flaws in their disguise.
Therefore, in theory, this plan is feasible.
The " Waaagh! " power of the Orks is a very mysterious thing.
If enough Orks "believe" these imposters are of the same kind, they will transform into real Orks under the influence of a force field.
Although they are not Orks in body or soul, they are genuinely regarded as "one of their own" by other Orks individuals.
Lynn's plan was brilliant; he managed to get these imposters infiltrated.
By gaining the trust of the Orks around him, he could become a true Orks.
Slowly climb upwards, eventually infiltrating the core area and finding Chandler's lair.
They would provide support from within when the expeditionary fleet launched its final assault.
They could even use the locations they provided to assassinate Chandler directly, causing the Carl II to collapse without a fight.
But he underestimated one thing.
The difficulty of integrating into Orks society.
The first batch of Rena Orks successfully infiltrated the outer area of Carl II.
Those "unenlightened" boys could sense something was amiss with these "kindred spirits."
But with insufficient brain capacity, they simply don't think about it in detail.
All they knew was that a few new brothers had arrived, and they fought over braised food together, cursed the big guy together, and boasted that they would be the boss in the future.
Everything went smoothly.
Until Rena fought them for the first time.
Orks people are naturally inclined to fight.
Orks who doesn't like to fight isn't a good Orks, and a kid who doesn't want to be the boss isn't a good kid.
They fight over food, and then fight again after they've eaten to help digest.
They fight until they're exhausted, then they have to fight for their sleeping space. And when they wake up, they're grumpy, so they have to fight even more to vent their anger!
Fighting is their way of socializing, and also their only form of entertainment.
That day, the boys in Rena Orks's area got into a huge fight over a pot of freshly cooked stew.
Rena didn't want to blend in, but Lynn had told her to be sociable.
So she walked over Daidai, and a boy wearing scrap armor stared at her.
"Come on, newbie, let's fight!"
The kid waved his fist, a confident smile on his face.
In its view, dealing with this seemingly dim-witted new kid would be a piece of cake for it, given its armor.
Without wasting any words, Rena quickly and efficiently controlled the Orks creature to get to work.
He started with a top-heel elbow strike, followed by deadly blows; within five moves, the kid was knocked unconscious on the ground.
Precise, efficient, and deadly.
This is consistent with Rena's usual style.
The problem is that throughout the entire process, Rena Orks did not utter a single roar.
There was no joy of victory after the win, and no emotion that one would expect from Orks.
It just stood there, coldly watching the unconscious boy on the ground, like a machine that had completed its task.
The boys around him started giving him strange looks.
They didn't know what was happening, but their instincts told them.
Something's not right.
This guy isn't one of us.
After they began to "ponder" this idea.
Rena Orks began to distort.
The green skin gradually faded, revealing the purple carapace underneath.
That silly-looking face began to deform, revealing the compound eyes of the Tyranids.
She revealed her inner self to the boys around her.
"It's the Tyranids!!!"
Someone shouted, and all the boys pounced on it.
Before Rena Orks could react, she was submerged in a sea of green.
Fists, machetes, teeth—they used every weapon at their disposal.
It struggled, fought back, and killed several boys, but there were too many.
They were like madmen, trying to tear this "outcast" to pieces.
A few minutes later, only a pile of broken purple debris remained on the ground.