The Orks of Carl II have gone completely mad.
The boys of the Evil Sunz Clan were the first to go mad; they were born with a passion for speed and firmly believed that anything red could run faster.
Upon hearing about the Squig race, half the clan's boys volunteered to go to the Hokage Ranch.
They only selected the brightest Squig as mounts and welded rocket boosters onto their Squig ends.
Even though half of the Squig explode into fireballs halfway through each test, they still enjoy it.
The boys of the Bad Moons Clan loved to gamble, and they staked all the teeth they had saved up over half their lives on the competition.
If you win, you can get a bigger gun and tougher armor; if you lose, you can go rob someone and use the stolen teeth to bet again.
The Snakebites monopolized the breeding track in Squig, and almost all the riders' mounts came from their breeding grounds.
Taking advantage of this trend, Lynn and Toothy smashed away all the teeth they had earned during this period.
They acquired more than a dozen surrounding ranches in one go and transformed them into sub-base stations for waaagh GP.
They built an ultra-long racetrack with a total length of over 500 kilometers, using each base station as a connection point.
Lynn named it the " Eye of Gork Elf Gawk " super-long interstellar rally.
He loudly proclaimed that only the fiercest, fastest, and most Waaagh-like Orks could win the Elf Gawk championship.
The rules were then set: each sub-base would hold a daily competition, and contestants would accumulate points to enter the overall rankings.
Only the top four finishers in each leg of the tournament are eligible to participate in the monthly Elf Gawk Series.
At the same time, Lynn copied the business model of commercial sports events from his previous life, and frantically inserted advertisements into the track and commentary.
"Want to have the same speed as the players from the Hokage Clan, like Sasuke?"
"Find the Duya of the Snakebites! The best of Squig is all in Snakebites!"
Want your Squig to be harder than Gork's fist? Bad Moons Jinchi Modification Shop will weld the thickest armor and the fastest thrusters onto your mount!
"Lost the match and want revenge? Deathskulls Armoury, the most powerful shells, the biggest bombs, will blow your opponent and Squig to smithereens!"
Even the various clans of Carl II formed their own racing clubs for the sake of reputation and teeth.
They invested heavily in training their athletes, all in the hope of securing a place in the first "Eye of Gork" rally.
As the Waaagh GP became increasingly popular, almost all the Orks on Carl II, except those engaged in frontline combat with human fleets, were immersed in various race stations.
After watching the match, they got into a fight with the fans of the opposing team, and the Waaagh! Field increased significantly because of this nationwide carnival.
The defense at the front lines was thus significantly affected.
A large number of the boys guarding the defensive line secretly slipped back to watch the game.
The already weak defenses were further weakened by a quarter of their strength, and many artillery positions didn't even have a single operator.
All of this was witnessed by Luna, who had just returned to the front lines of Carl II.
She returned to the outer perimeter of the Carl II a week later, carrying the repaired Rule of Discipline and the reorganized Adeptus Mechanicus fleet.
Upon receiving the news, she discovered that Lynn's Pinnacle Black Obsidian was still stuck in the asteroid belt.
They've barely moved for the past two weeks, not even launching a single decent landing raid.
Luna sat in the command seat on the bridge, a cold, mocking smile playing on her lips, and sent Lynn an encrypted message.
" The Emperor's chosen ones, are they only good for hiding in asteroid belts?"
"If you don't even dare to touch the Orks ' defenses, you might as well obediently hand over the position of Expeditionary Marshal to me."
Before Lynn could reply, she smashed the communicator and gave a stern order:
"Fire all ships at once! Tear through the outer defenses! Landing forces, prepare to advance into the middle layer and strike at the core!"
The investment in Adeptus Mechanicus this time is no less than that last time.
The Macro-cannon and Lance Battery fired in unison, instantly tearing apart the Orks turrets welded from scrap metal.
Landing craft rained down on the surface of the Carl II, and the Skitarii's Arc Rifle and plasma weapons burned Orks few remaining resistance fighters to ashes.
Advancing all the way to the middle level, Luna's vanguard encountered almost no significant resistance.
Inside the Centaur troop carrier, she watched as a dense array of life signals converged at a few fixed points on the screen.
Frowning, he asked the Wolong Wizard beside him, "Why are these Orks huddled together like this?"
The Wolong Wizard immediately activated his Psychic Power scan, then bowed with a strange expression and replied:
" Your Lord Regent, they are... watching a Squig race."
Luna found it laughable. "A bunch of brainless bastards! Macro-cannon, calibrate the coordinates and blow that gathering point to smithereens!"
A barrage of Macro-cannon beams descended from the sky, precisely hitting the sub-base station that was packed with hundreds of thousands of Orks soldiers.
Molten metal and the flames of the explosion instantly engulfed the entire arena.
Luna was in high spirits as she watched the Orks being blown away by the Macro-cannon. She ordered her troops to continue advancing and head straight for the core area.
But her smugness didn't last long. Suddenly, the ground near the core area began to shake violently, and a piercing alarm sounded inside the carriage.
A four-meter-tall mecha Orks, stepping on the metal fragments scattered on the ground, burst out of the passage in the core area.
Its body was welded with twin- Big Shoota and Melta Cannon, and in the middle, Chandler's mechanical prosthetic eye flashed with a furious red light.
Half of its body had already merged with the mecha, and the three-barreled rotary cannons on its mechanical prosthetic limbs had begun to spin wildly.
"Damn you! How dare you interrupt my mecha construction! Die, all of you!"
Chandler was already frustrated because his research on the Mecha Cache was stuck at a bottleneck, and Luna's surprise attack interrupted his seclusion, bringing his anger to its peak.
It rampaged through the crowd with its newly installed mechanical prosthetics, and the Arc Rifle of the Skitarii were deflected by the shield field before they could even hit it.
Its Melta Cannon blasted the entire squad of Skitarii to smithereens in a single shot.
Luna hadn't expected Chandler to be so mechanized; she channeled her Psychic Power to summon blue Warpflame.
However, it was completely blocked by the anti -Psychic Power shield on Chandler's body.
Chandler smashed the troop carrier next to her with a single swipe of his claw; the beam of the Melta Cannon was only centimeters away from her at its closest point.
"Retreat! Full ship fire support!" Luna, her face deathly pale, roared the order while using her Psychic Power to deflect the flying bullets.
In this battle, Luna's ground forces lost nearly two-thirds of their strength.
She barely managed to retreat back into space under the cover of the fleet's firepower, and she herself was almost captured alive by Chandler.
Back on the Rule of Discipline, Luna looked at the battle damage report and so angry that she crushed the scepter in her hand into pieces.
Meanwhile, in the core area of Carl II, Chandler roared angrily at the approaching Sith:
"Is this how you guarded the defenses when I was in seclusion?!"
Sith remained expressionless.
"The command you've given me doesn't allow me to stop that crazy woman."
"And, boss, the kids all went to see that Waaagh GP thing, we couldn't stop them."