The power of the Orks has always been closely related to the Waaagh Field.
As the Carl II Warboss, the entire space station's Waaagh Field converged on him.
This enabled him to unleash the full Power of Belief Mekboy.
However, in the past few months, the Waaagh Field gathering around him has been decreasing.
His strength waned day by day, and the progress of cracking the mech came to a complete standstill.
If he doesn't leave the pass soon, it won't be long before he, the leader of Carl II, becomes a figurehead.
"Speak!" Chandler grabbed a Deathskulls man next to him by the collar and lifted him up.
The sound was like a thunderclap, making the surrounding Mekboy tremble.
"What exactly happened to Carl II over the past month?!"
Why is Lao Tzu's power weakening day by day?
The burly man with the Deathskulls was trembling like a leaf, and he stammered as he recounted everything that had happened in the past six months.
From the rise of the Hokage Clan with the Elf Gawk Championship to the Sith uniting the three major clans and defeating the humans and the Tyranids.
Now, they are directly attacking the Bad Moons Clan, expanding their influence across the board, leaving no stone unturned.
The more Chandler listened, the more hostile his expression became.
He considered countless possibilities.
I've considered the possibility that the human fleet might breach the outer defenses, or that the Tyranids might devour half the space station, resulting in heavy casualties for the kid, Waaagh! Field would weaken.
He never imagined that some blind weakling would jump out and challenge his position; the only one he never expected was the Sith.
This was a "good-natured" man who always kept to himself and never meddled in other people's business except when Ragnar ordered him to.
Chandler had always thought he was just an unambitious military supervisor, never expecting him to have such great ambitions.
They dared to turn Carl II entire world upside down right under his nose.
"Very good... very good."
Chandler gritted his teeth, threw the Deathskulls giant in his hand hard to the ground, and could no longer suppress his anger.
He raised his hand, and the plasma cannon on his back instantly charged. A dazzling blue light flashed, and a guard was instantly vaporized by the plasma beam.
He raised the iron clamps and vented his anger wildly.
Only after killing more than a dozen of his men did the rage in his chest subside somewhat.
He knew very well that the Sith were not those reckless fools.
An alpha-level Psyker, once ambitious, is far more troublesome than the human fleet and those damned insects.
He glanced back at the depths of the laboratory, at the ultimate mech that was only 98% complete, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes.
But in his heart, the Carl II Warboss held a more important place than this mech.
"Pass down the order!" Chandler roared, his voice echoing throughout the entire Deathskulls Camp.
"Gather around! Follow me to the core area!"
"I'd like to see what this freak is up to."
The news of Chandler's early exit from quarantine swept through the entire high-level circle of Carl II like a hurricane.
Inside the Hokage Clan's command tower, Lynn's eyes lit up instantly upon hearing the news.
He's finally reached this point.
He immediately issued orders to the Imperium expeditionary fleet on the outskirts of the star system.
The entire ship was deployed, launching a full-scale attack on the outer defenses of Carl II, displaying an attitude of wanting to take over the entire planet in one fell swoop.
At the same time, Luna, aboard the Rule of Discipline, saw Lynn's expeditionary fleet set sail in full force, hurtling towards the Carl II.
She realized something instantly.
She had waited far too long for this day. Lynn was usually so composed, yet now he was launching a full-scale attack; there must be something wrong with that.
Perhaps this is their best chance to take over the space station.
"All ships, listen up!" Luna stood in front of the star map on the bridge, her finger sharply pointing at the coordinates of the Carl II, her voice icy.
"Target: Carl II, full speed ahead, launch the final assault! This time, we are determined to succeed in one fell swoop!"
In space, five cruisers and more than sixty escort ships of the Imperial Fleet formed an assault formation.
The Macro-cannon charged up, the Void Shield were fully activated, and they sped towards the outer defensive line of Carl II.
A full-scale offensive was launched against Carl II.
Meanwhile, in the core area of Carl II, the atmosphere in the conference hall was somewhat delicate.
Chandler, accompanied by the elite guard of the Deathskulls Clan, stood on one side of the hall, all the weapons on his Power Armour unlocked.
Sith stood on the steps of the hall, his body surging with green Psychic Power, looking down at Carl II, the former absolute ruler.
The two were less than fifty meters apart, yet the air seemed to freeze, and even the wind stopped.
Looking at Chandler, Sith felt a strange sense of embarrassment, as if he had been caught red-handed cheating.
He always considered himself superior and disdained to participate in such sordid power struggles, always regarding himself as Ragnar's most loyal deputy.
But now, he has not only secretly developed his own power, but also swallowed up the Waaagh Field that should have belonged to Chandler.
They even couldn't resist attacking the neutral Bad Moons Clan.
The feeling of being caught red-handed made him extremely uncomfortable.
In the end, Chandler spoke first.
His voice came through the tactical mask, carrying a metallic quality and suppressed anger:
" Sith, did you really do those things?"
Sith took a deep breath, suppressing the slight embarrassment in his heart.
There's no escaping it now.
He straightened his back, met Chandler's gaze, and replied, word by word:
"Yes, I did do it, but so what?"
A flicker of fanaticism, and a hint of desperate resolve, flashed in his eyes.
" Chandler, I've fallen in love with this feeling, I can't go back."
Lynn, standing behind Sith, couldn't help but frown upon hearing this.
Is this still Warhammer?
If you're going to fight, then fight! What's going on here?
Just as the two were about to continue their conversation, a Psychic Power Boy scrambled over, his face deathly pale, and roared:
"Boss Sith, Boss Chandler, something terrible has happened!"
News has come from the outside: the entire fleet of those shrimps has been mobilized!
"A two-pronged attack, they're charging towards our lines!"
The news caused an uproar in the hall.
Chandler frowned instinctively; his years of experience dominating the Carl II defenses made him immediately shout:
"What's the panic? The Deathskulls Clan fleet, immediately return to defend the outer defense line! All clans..."
His words came to an abrupt end.
Because Lynn, along with the big guys from the Blood Axe Clan and the Evil Sunz Clan, silently stood behind the Sith.
The weapons in their hands were subtly aimed at Chandler and the Deathskulls SS behind him.
The meaning of this action couldn't be clearer.
Now, we will only listen to Lord Sith.
You, Chandler, can no longer command us.
Chandler's pupils contracted sharply, and he turned his head abruptly, staring intently at Sith on the steps, his voice filled with uncontrollable rage:
"Well, Sith! If I had come out a few days later, would the entire Carl II have become yours, Sith's?!"
The Deathskulls Clan guards behind him instantly raised their weapons.
On the other side of the hall, the young men of the Goffs Clan and Snakebites, who had received the news, immediately rushed behind Chandler and raised their weapons.
The forces of the three clans quickly formed a solid defensive line.
Behind Sith, the young men from the three major clans— Hokage, Blood Axes, and Evil Sunz —also raised their weapons.
The two sides pointed their guns at each other, their weapons charging rapidly, and the Waaagh! Field collided in the center of the hall, emitting a hissing, ear-piercing sound.
The atmosphere instantly became tense, even though the enemy was already at the city gates.
The fuse for civil war has been lit.