Lynn had considered a brute-force approach, relying on the power of the three major clans to conquer one of them and tear open this " Arc of Resistance."
But Sith firmly disagreed; his duty was to serve as the military supervisor sent by Ragnar.
The core mission was to limit Chandler's power and maintain the stability of Carl II, rather than prematurely instigating a full-scale civil war.
If a fight breaks out, the entire Carl II will be thrown into chaos, and he won't be able to give Ragnar is far away in Dorito, an explanation.
Lynn had no choice but to abandon the idea.
Meanwhile, the Bad Moons Clan, the most powerful clan on Carl II, has maintained a neutral and wait-and-see attitude.
They do business with the Sith, selling rare metals and weapons to the Hokage Clan, and leasing Mekboy Kid to Lynn.
He also did business with the Deathskulls Clan, supplying raw materials to Chandler's workshops, thus avoiding offending either side and making money from both.
So no matter who wins in the end, they're guaranteed to make a profit.
Lynn didn't intend to touch them either. The Bad Moons Clan had a deep foundation, and pushing them to Chandler's side would only result in more harm than good.
Even with their expansion hampered, the Sith's prestige reached an unprecedented peak after these battles.
The Orks on Carl II initially regarded him only as a " Psychic Power- monster" sent by Ragnar.
He was once seen as an outcast who only hid behind the scenes, but now, the kids on the street are all talking about " the Sith boss."
They said it was the Sith leader who led them to repel the two-pronged attack from humanity, that the Sith leader wiped out the persistent Tyranids, and that the Sith leader protected Carl II.
Compared to Chandler, who remained secluded and never showed his face, the Sith was the real leader who led them into battle and carried them through the waaaagh.
And the Orks Waaagh Field has always been the most honest.
The more the boys admire and worship someone, the more powerful that person will be able to gain from this force field that gathers the mysterious power of the entire race.
Inside the core area of Carl II, Sith sat alone in an empty seat, his eyes closed, feeling the surging green Psychic Power around him.
He could clearly feel that his Psychic Power intensity had nearly doubled compared to a month ago.
Previously, a Psychic Power storm required all one's strength and meticulous care to unleash; now, it can be formed with just a thought.
Now he can use his Psychic Power to make a floating metal nail precisely pass through a keyhole hundreds of meters away.
The precision of their control over Psychic Power has reached an unprecedented level.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked at his palms.
Green Psychic Power flowed through his body like water, a warm and powerful force that flowed through his meridians to every corner of his body.
This was the first time in his life he had experienced this feeling.
From the day he awakened his Psychic Power, he was an anomaly.
The other Ork Boyz ostracized him, feared him, and called him an abnormal monster.
He only found refuge when Ragnar discovered him in a waaagh.
From then on, he willingly became the sharpest knife in Ragnar's hand and the green leaf behind him.
They always stand in the shadows, never in the sunlight.
I've never been worshipped by so many boys.
Not to mention the exhilarating feeling of being enveloped by the Waaagh Field, with power flowing endlessly from within.
The feeling was like someone who had grown accustomed to drinking the cheapest sorghum liquor suddenly drinking the finest nectar reserved for emperors.
One bite, and you're hooked, unable to tear yourself away.
This is an irresistible temptation for every Orks.
He looked down at the three burly men of the three major clans standing respectfully in the palace below.
So many powerful Orks had to obey his orders, and the entire Orks of the Carl II was cheering for him.
At that moment, a switch deep within him was flipped.
He originally only wanted to complete Ragnar's mission, to protect Carl II, and to limit Chandler's ambitions.
But now, he felt the surging power within him, looked at the clan that had submitted to him, and the ever-growing Waaagh Field.
A thought, like a weed, grew uncontrollably in his mind.
Why can he only be a tool in someone else's hand?
Ragnar needs is a capable general who can keep an eye on Carl II.
How could the mighty Sith not be worthy of being such a great general?
The cool moonlight shone on Sith through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the dome.
His Psychic Power overflowed continuously, like a giant beast that had just awakened, letting out a deep roar.
Carl II had maintained its balance for nearly a year, but at this moment, a crack appeared.
Below, Lynn sensed a growing ambition, and a smile slowly appeared in his eyes.
For the past three days, the core area of Carl II has been shrouded in a layer of restless Psychic Power fluctuations.
The core area of this space station was once the quietest place on the entire Carl II space station.
In the past, the Sith could sit in the main seat for days on end, like an old monk in deep meditation, gathering all his Psychic Power.
Apart from Ragnar's communications, the outside noise had almost no effect on him.
But now, in the empty hall, Sith was pacing back and forth anxiously, his huge feet thumping the floor with a dull echo.
With each step he took, tiny sparks flew from the soles of his feet, leaving small scorch marks on the floor.
The Psychic Power around him had become so dense that it was almost materializing, and the terrifying pressure of Alpha-level Psyker was uncontrollably radiating outwards.
The metal candlesticks on both sides of the hall were tossed about by an unseen force, even the Psychic Power Boy guarding outside the hall were thrown about.
They were all suffocated by the oppressive aura, their faces pale, and they didn't even dare to lift their heads.
Since experiencing the surge in power brought about by the Waaagh Field for the first time half a month ago, Sith has been completely captivated.
He finally understood why those big Orks guys were so desperate to become the boss.
Why would I fight for the title of "most waaagh" even if it means death?
The feeling of being worshipped and believed in by thousands of boys, surrounded by an endless Waaagh Field, making one's power grow stronger day by day.
It's even more addictive than the strongest mushroom liquor; once you've tasted it, you can never quit.
But lately, the space station has been so peaceful it's almost unsettling.
The two Imperial Fleet outside, as if by prior arrangement, remained motionless at the outer edge, not even bothering with small-scale attacks.
The troublesome Tyranids fleet had completely disappeared, not even dropping a single spore sac on the Carl II.
Without war and fighting, the boys' morale just won't pick up.
Even with the waaagh GP races keeping everyone in suspense, the Waaagh Field continues to grow.
But it only grew slowly, painlessly and without any noticeable increase.
This growth rate was beneath the Sith's notice, having already experienced the explosive growth brought about by war.
Deep inside him, it felt like a claw was scratching incessantly, desperately wanting to start a new war, a new waaagh!
Only bloodshed and battle can ignite the boys' fervor and allow his power to reach new heights.