Sith's heart skipped a beat.
He finally realized that the Hokage Clan was putting him on the hot seat of danger, step by step.
His initial idea was simply to develop his own power, counterbalance Chandler, and complete the supervisory task assigned to him by Ragnar.
But power is like the most potent poison; once you're hooked, you can never quit.
Not to mention, this power could genuinely bring him a surge in strength.
And amidst the adoration of his ministers like Toothy, he gradually lost himself.
He glanced at his palm, a hint of melancholy in his eyes.
Now, even if he were to step forward and say that he had no intention of competing with Chandler for the Warboss position, no one would believe him.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced behind him and saw the young men from the three major clans, their eyes burning with eager anticipation.
They looked forward to leading them to defeat Chandler and become the true masters of Carl II.
Looking forward to an even grander waaagh, with more loot and more battles.
There's no turning back for him.
Sith slowly closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, all the hesitation and embarrassment had vanished without a trace, leaving only a cold resolve and a burning ambition.
Since there's no going back, why not give it a try?
Ragnar couldn't do, let him do!
He suddenly raised his staff, and black Psychic Power Lightning erupted instantly, lunging at Chandler like a slithering black snake.
Chandler instantly sensed the deadly threat and, without thinking, abruptly pressed the switch on his wrist.
A pale blue anti- Psychic Power shield, specifically designed to counter Psychic Power attacks, instantly unfolded in front of him.
This was equipment he had spent six months developing specifically to counter the Sith, and it was designed to grant immunity to all Psychic Power attacks below alpha level.
But he still underestimated the current state of the Sith.
The instant the shield deployed, a second jet-black psionic Psychic Power Lightning shot out from Sith's palm.
Double Lightning!
The speed was so fast that, apart from Lynn, no one at the scene could see the trajectory clearly!
Boom!!!
The first bolts of Psychic Power Lightning struck the anti -Psychic Power shield hard, and the pale blue shield instantly let out a mournful cry of despair.
The surface was covered with dense cracks. Although it wasn't directly shattered, the enormous impact still sent Chandler and his shield flying.
Immediately afterwards, a second bolt of Psychic Power Lightning struck the shattered shield, shattering it completely.
It was moving so fast that it was difficult to see clearly.
The two of them were not even in the same league as the other Orks present.
The instant the Sith made its move, the Hokage Clan fleet, already fully prepared, launched its attack from the starport of Carl II.
The newly completed purple -Orks carrier, which the Orks called the " Terror Spaceship," sailed away from the dock.
As soon as this behemoth left port, it suddenly appeared above the Deathskulls Clan's starport, thanks to the top-tier engine built by Evil Sunz Mekboy and its stealth capabilities.
Rows of cabin doors opened, and hundreds of Orks bombers roared out like a swarm of bees.
A rain of bombs suddenly fell over the starport of the Deathskulls Clan.
The explosions rang out in quick succession, and the Deathskulls warships docked in the harbor were blown to pieces by the bombs before they could even start their engines.
At the same time, the Evil Sunz Clan's high-speed fleet, in conjunction with the Blood Axe Clan's assault fleet, launched a fierce attack on the camps of the Goffs Clan and the Snakebites.
The human fleet was at the city gates, but at that moment, the full-scale civil war on Carl II broke out completely.
Standing on the steps of the hall, Lynn watched the Orks soldiers fighting below, his body trembling with excitement.
His plan has finally reached this crucial step!
The collision of Psychic Power Lightning and plasma beams created devastating shockwaves across the plaza in the core area.
The fight between Sith and Chandler, which lasted only a few moves, quickly escalated into a full-blown battle.
The Sith's Psychic Power offensive was like a storm: pitch-black Psychic Power Lightning, Psychic Power blades that could cut through anything, and Psychic Power that could distort space.
He rained blows down on Chandler, one after another.
In addition to his enhanced senses and Psychic Power precognitive abilities, his combat power is ridiculously high.
Lynn watched in astonishment, marveling at how monstrous the Orks Psyker were.
Like the Tyranids, the Orks, due to their ancient genes, have formed their own collective Psychic Power network and possess simple minds.
This allows them to use Psychic Power as recklessly as the Tyranids, with almost no fear of being devoured by the Warp.
And the god they worship, Gork and Mork, is nothing like the one slumped on the Golden Throne.
They can actually travel in the Warp.
If any foolish evil god dares to enslave the souls of the Orks, they'd better expect to be beaten up by these two bastards.
At this point, Sith was no longer the warlord who was willing to be Chandler's second-in-command.
The surging Waaagh Field allowed his Psychic Power to enter an unprecedented realm, and every move he made carried terrifying power capable of tearing apart Imperium main battle tanks.
But Chandler was prepared.
To counter the Sith's Psychic Power, this top-tier Mekboy, Carl II, had already installed no fewer than ten anti- Psychic Power shield generators in his Power Armour.
Whenever Sith Psychic Power attack comes, he instantly activates a shield.
"Reaction!"
The pale blue anti- Psychic Power barrier precisely blocked the attack.
Although the shield shattered under the powerful Psychic Power impact, it bought him enough time to dodge.
As he retreated, he unleashed a furious barrage of attacks on the Sith with the plasma cannon on his back, roaring in fury:
" Sith, are you insane?!"
"You really dare to lay a hand on me? Did that fat bastard Ragnar send you to do it?!"
The scorching plasma beam grazed past Sith's side, melting a huge hole in the wall behind him.
Sith didn't respond to Chandler; instead, after hearing Chandler insult Ragnar, his offensive became even more frenzied.
After teleporting away from the attack, Sith conjured an ice spike in his hand and stabbed it fiercely at Chandler.
Chandler's mind, however, was racing during the intense exchange.
The more he thought about it, the more convinced he was of his guess: Sith had never had any interest in power.
If it weren't for Ragnar's instigation behind the scenes, he certainly wouldn't have dared to do such a thing.
It must be that fat bastard far away in Dorito, afraid that after his mecha research is successful, he'll expand and become more powerful.
They want to use the Sith to get rid of me!
Thinking of this, Chandler's anger intensified, but his hands remained perfectly still.
He knew very well that, in his current state, he couldn't gain any advantage against the Sith, whose Psychic Power were completely out of control.
Taking advantage of a Psychic Power explosion, he suddenly turned around, and the thrusters on his back instantly unleashed a powerful thrust.
Like a cannonball, it rushed towards the laboratory not far behind it.
"Trying to escape? Hmph!" Sith sneered, not giving him a chance to catch his breath.
The air around him began to boil, and his figure transformed into a green streak of light, chasing after Chandler.
Just as Chandler's figure disappeared through the heavy alloy doors of the workshop, and the doors were about to close, the Sith's staff spun rapidly in his hand.
" Lightning Whirlwind Slash!"