The roar of the cannons shook the entire space station.
The war of reckoning against the Bad Moons Clan has been going on for seven days and seven nights.
No one expected that this seemingly advantageous surprise attack would eventually turn into a protracted and fierce battle.
As the second largest power on Carl II after the Deathskulls Clan, the Bad Moons Clan has accumulated a foundation far beyond everyone's imagination.
The wealthy Bad Moons Clan's core camp is located in the heart of the mid-level defense perimeter of Carl II.
The area was surrounded by permanent Big Shoota turrets and shield generators, and the fleet even had two capital ships.
A " Gold Devourer " battleship, a special modification for the Bad Moons Clan, and a " Gilded Fang " cruiser.
Both capital ships were in keeping with the typical style of the Bad Moons Clan, boasting firepower so extravagant that it would make the Orks with envy.
Even though the Sith had the first move and killed a group of big guys from the Bad Moons Clan.
The fleets of the three major clans seized the initiative, destroying a third of the Bad Moons Clan's docked warships at the very beginning of the battle.
But they still couldn't swallow this behemoth whole.
The Bad Moons Clan has no shortage of teeth and equipment.
They used countless high-quality teeth to raise the most wandering Mekboy in the entire Carl II.
The warehouse was overflowing with weapons, armor, and ammunition that were never used up.
Even if their fleet is decimated, they can transform the wrecked warships into mobile artillery emplacements within a few hours.
Even if the camp's walls are blown up, new defensive fortifications can be welded up immediately.
The battlefield had completely turned into a meat grinder.
The Hokage Clan's purple assault boats, like flocks of crows, repeatedly charged toward the port of Bad Moons.
However, they were repeatedly driven back by dense anti-aircraft fire, and countless assault boats were blown into a sky full of metal fragments by cannon fire.
The Red Boys of the Evil Sunz Clan, riding high-speed space motorcycles, charged along the ground at breakneck speed, trying to blow up the Bad Moons's turrets.
But the Bad Moons boys swept them down one after another with a barrage of Big Shoota.
Blood Axe Clan agents infiltrated the camp to assassinate, but were instead ambushed by Blood Axes traitors hired by the Bad Moons Clan.
The two sides engaged in a bloody close-quarters battle in the narrow underground passage.
In order to weaken the Bad Moons Fleet as much as possible in the first wave of air attacks, the Hokage Clan's bomber squadron dropped a massive number of incendiary bombs.
This bizarre thing I concocted using my Power of Belief burns even more intensely than the Imperium's Promethium incendiary bombs.
Once ignited, it can burn through even the Adamantium steel plates and is difficult to extinguish.
The incendiary bombs not only destroyed Bad Moons's shipyard, but the out-of-control fire also spread along the pipelines of the middle defense perimeter.
The surrounding anti-aircraft turrets, supply depots, and shield generators were burned to the ground.
Carl II faced the mid-level defense perimeter of the star system, and nearly one-fifth of it was destroyed in this civil war.
Inside the warlord's hall, Sith looked down at the battlefield ablaze with flames, his fingers trembling uncontrollably.
He could clearly sense that the breach in the middle layer of defense had made the entire barrier of Carl II vulnerable to external threats.
A pang of regret welled up uncontrollably from the depths of my heart.
He originally only wanted to eliminate Bad Moons, this opportunist, but he never expected that it would break through Carl II's defenses to this extent.
The ever-increasing Waaagh Field is continuously channeling power into his body.
The fiercer the fighting on the battlefield, the more fervent the boys' roars, and the more surging the power into his body.
He could clearly feel that his Psychic Power energy had increased dramatically in the past seven days.
The exhilarating feeling of ever-increasing power, as addictive as drugs, quickly overwhelmed the insignificant regret in his heart.
He slowly closed his eyes, letting the Waaagh Field surge around him, and an uncontrollable smile appeared on his lips.
There's no going back.
From the moment he first tasted the sweetness of power and authority, there was no going back.
Even as the civil war raged on, the Orks of Carl II never forgot their most beloved sport.
On the sixth day of this reckoning battle, the second Elf Gork Rally opened as scheduled, far behind the Carl II.
Countless Ork Boyz who missed the Civil War packed the grandstands at Elf Gawk.
Some of the younger players, who hadn't really gotten into the swing of things, even conspired to stop fighting, planning to watch the match first before continuing.
Riding the brand-new Squig, Sasuke once again fights for the Hokage Clan against Elf Gawk.
The boys' cheers echoed through the sky, and the Waaagh Field received another significant boost.
And the Sith, the most powerful Orks in the current Carl II, once again caught this immense force.
His combat prowess continues to improve.
He stood in front of the viewing window, feeling the surging Psychic Power within him, almost bursting his body, completely absorbed in it.
He had even begun to fantasize about completely swallowing up the Bad Moons Clan before dealing with Chandler.
He could become the most ridiculously Orks on the entire Carl II.
Then I'll lead the kids in an unprecedented massive waaagh attack, and conquer the entire galaxy.
They would offer the entire galaxy to Boss Ragnar, so that he would know how right it was to have discovered them.
Just as he was basking in the thrill of power, he suddenly turned his head to look in a certain direction.
A cold, mechanically roaring Waaagh Field appeared there.
That force field was violent and domineering, carrying the unique steely aura of Mekboy —an aura he was extremely familiar with, yet also extremely wary of.
Iron Claw Chandler is back.
Deep within the core workshop of the Deathskulls Clan, the alloy door that had been tightly closed for over a month was torn to pieces from the inside.
Chandler emerged from the billowing dust; he was nearly five meters tall and covered in wires.
The armor was covered with a dense array of weapon interfaces and Psychic Power suppressors, and a massive plasma cannon, a full three meters long, was strapped to its back.
His face was hidden behind tactical goggles, revealing only a fleshy mouth, which was now clenched tightly, his anger almost igniting the surrounding air.
There was only one reason why he left the country early.
He could clearly feel his strength shrinking rapidly.