The Obsidian Pinnacle.
This place is forever shrouded in a warm, bioluminescent glow.
This is the heart of the entire Brevis Expeditionary Fleet, yet its decor bears no resemblance to the Imperium's "style."
The inner walls are composed of layers of active chitin, with fine biological blood vessels pulsating slowly beneath the translucent membrane.
The floor is made of a flexible biological membrane, and it makes no sound when you step on it.
A faint scent of pheromones filled the air, indicating that this place belonged to the Tyranids.
In the very center of the room, however, stood an ebony chessboard that seemed completely out of place with its surroundings.
The chessboard clearly demarcates the Chu River and Han border, with red and black pieces intertwined and facing each other, carrying an ancient and rustic feel from tens of thousands of years ago.
Lynn sat on one side of the chessboard, a "rook" between his fingers, his eyes fixed on the board.
For more than half a month, he has spent a lot of time every day rooting his consciousness in the Orks body of Carl II, which is known as " Seven-Smasha ".
They were dealing with clan conflicts, battlefield strategies, and the mess of power struggles.
Only during those few hours late at night each day would he return to his original form and spend time with Rena.
Let's chat for a bit, or play a game of chess.
Only in this moment is he truly himself.
The small Zoanthrope opposite them hovered in mid-air, its gaze fixed intently on the chessboard, its blue tentacles gripping a black "knight".
The faint fluctuations of Psychic Power revealed its current hesitation.
This is Rena. She always felt that when playing chess, using the bigger Zoanthrope would make it easier to come up with a winning strategy.
The situation on the chessboard was already clear: Lynn's red pieces had a significant advantage, with his rook and knight already pressing into the black side's half of the board, practically besieging the city.
Rena's veteran is firmly locked within the nine palaces, with almost no chance of turning the tide.
Lynn noticed her furrowed brow, his fingertips twitched slightly, and the "car" in his hand fell to the ground.
This step, seemingly a continuation of the push, deliberately exposes a fatal flaw.
The Zoanthrope's compound eyes lit up instantly, and its previously hesitant fingertips fell quickly, the black cannon sliding smoothly and landing steadily on the center line.
"General."
Her voice carried a hint of barely perceptible excitement as she looked up at Lynn, her eyes filled with a smug sense of "I won."
Lynn pretended to be annoyed and slapped his forehead, then placed the chess piece on the board and praised him with a smile.
"Wow, Rena, that move was so well hidden! I didn't even notice it. Your chess skills are getting better and better."
But as soon as he finished speaking, the joy in Rena's voice vanished instantly.
She tossed the chess piece onto the board, leaned back, and the previously docile tentacles on the wall instantly tensed.
The bioluminescence in the entire captain's cabin dimmed slightly, clearly indicating that the ship was angry.
"You went easy on me again." Rena's voice turned cold, and her dissatisfaction surged.
Lynn's smile froze on her face. She gave an awkward laugh and quickly waved her hand.
"No, no, it was really my mistake. You've improved so fast, I can't keep up with your train of thought."
He himself felt a little guilty saying that.
As a master of the game, he knew exactly what he was doing. When playing games with girls, it didn't matter how badly he beat them.
But in the end, the other party must win, otherwise he'll suffer the consequences.
Rena clearly wasn't buying it, turning her face away from him, while only a few slender tentacles reluctantly wrapped around Lynn's wrist.
She gently rubbed against his skin, as if she were being affectionate, or perhaps accusing him.
Lynn smiled and reached out to stroke the Zoanthrope's carapace:
"Okay, okay, it's my fault. I'll definitely pay attention next time, okay?"
The Zoanthrope stiffened slightly, then relaxed and spoke in a muffled voice:
You've been working too hard lately.
"Every day I have to deal with those Orks and so many messy things, I don't even have time to rest properly."
She looked up, her compound eyes filled with heartache, and gently touched the pale blue circles under Lynn's eyes:
" Lynn, how about I handle this? I'll unleash the full swarm of Zerg from Dead World B and overwhelm Carl II."
Lynn's heart warmed slightly, and she gently comforted her, "It's alright, Rena, it's not time yet."
He knew better than anyone that Rena's suggestion was indeed more convenient.
Once the Zerg swarm goes all in on Carl II, he can completely wash his hands of the matter and wait for Rena to deliver the results to him.
The problem is that, given the current quality of the Zerg swarm, a crushing victory against Carl II is simply impossible.
Chandler's Deathskulls Clan possessed the most advanced Orks black technology in the entire galaxy, and the scale of the Orks on Carl II far exceeded his expectations.
Not to mention that the Orks are a race that gets stronger the more they fight.
If the Tyranids and the Orks go to war, it will definitely escalate into a protracted and unprecedented war.
Without an overwhelming advantage, it could take three to five years to finish.
This was completely contrary to Lynn's expectations.
What he wanted was to quickly take over the Carl II and seize the reins, not to get bogged down in a protracted tug-of-war with no end in sight.
More importantly, all the factions around Brevis, including the one in Terra, are turning a blind eye to his relationship with the Tyranids.
But once he unleashed Rena's full swarm, his relationship with the Tyranids was completely exposed.
The situation will only become more difficult to manage then.
"Trust me, Rena." Lynn lowered his head and gently patted her head.
Give me a little more time...
Seeing the certainty in his eyes, Rena finally nodded and obediently hummed in agreement.
Time always flies when you're having fun, and it's time for " Seven-Smasha " to go live again.
Lynn released Rena's tentacles, sat down in the cabin, and her consciousness receded like the tide.
Following the pre-established mental link, it surged into the Orks body of Carl II.
On the top floor of the Hokage Clan's command tower, " Seven-Smasha," who had been resting with his eyes closed in his chair, suddenly opened them.
A hint of the roughness of an Orks flashed in his purple beast eyes, but it was quickly replaced by Lynn's calmness.
He flexed his thick fingers, the knuckles cracking, and his gaze fell on the holographic projection in front of him.
In the projection, the Sith's sphere of influence had been marked in green, covering nearly one-third of the area of Carl II.
Through these covert maneuvers, the Sith and his faction's reputation soared on Carl II.
The three major clans— the Hokage, the Blood Axes, and the Evil Sunz— were firmly bound to his war chariot.
With mobile forces, assassination capabilities, and a high-speed assault fleet, they already possess the resources to rival the Deathskulls Clan.
But that's not enough.