With his roar, the scattered debris, alloy steel plates, and scrap armor around him seemed to be drawn by a storm, frantically converging towards the center of the hall.
In just one second, a huge metal tornado with a diameter of ten meters was formed.
Fueled by Sith Psychic Power, the tornadoes became even more devastating.
With a piercing whistle that seemed to tear through the air, it blew towards the laboratory.
Wherever it goes, not a blade of grass grows.
Whoosh!
The raging tornado, with its unparalleled force, swept deep into the laboratory, pulverizing machine tools, furnaces, and parts racks along its path.
Metal shavings and dust instantly enveloped the entire laboratory.
Sith stood in front of the laboratory, his whole body tense, staring intently into the smoke-filled depths of the laboratory.
He could sense a terrifying Waaagh Field, imbued with the aura of steel and faith.
Rising wildly from the smoke and dust, a terrifying behemoth is awakening.
Still uneasy, Sith once again channeled his Psychic Power, gathering together the metal fragments that had been scattered and destroyed by the tornado.
A giant iron sphere with a diameter of over three meters gradually took shape.
Sith lifted it up with one hand, the iron ball spinning wildly in his hand, accumulating kinetic energy.
Finally, Sith leaned back and threw the ball out.
waaaagh spell, wtfk another giant iron ball!
The iron ball's initial velocity was terrifyingly high, dispersing the thick smoke and dust.
But the next second, a huge, heavily armored steel jaw suddenly emerged from the smoke and dust.
It precisely caught the large ball of waste material that was still spinning at high speed.
No matter how wildly the iron ball spun, it couldn't break free from that iron claw even a fraction of an inch.
Finally, amidst a piercing metallic creak, it was forcibly crushed into a lump of scrap metal.
As the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, a steel giant, thirty meters tall, appeared in everyone's sight.
The mecha's shape resembles a square pyramid, wider at the bottom and narrower at the top, like an iron structure.
At the very top of the tower is a menacing image of Mork, with two eyes made of red lenses radiating a bloodthirsty red light.
Its entire body was welded with weapon arrays, and four twin-mounted Big Shoota were mounted on its shoulders, their muzzles still slightly hot.
In his left hand was a Orks meteor hammer, a combination of a chainsaw and a heavy hammer, with each link of the chain welded with spikes.
Its right hand is a pair of enormous metal jaws covered in fangs, the signature weapon of the Orks mechs— the Lifta-Droppa.
The terrifying jaws, powerful enough to bite off the limbs of Titan armor piece, emitted a sickening metallic scraping sound with each opening and closing.
And embedded in its abdomen is a colossal heavy cannon with an exaggerated caliber of three meters— the Supa-Kannon.
When Sith saw it, he felt an urge to worship it.
" Gargant..."
In the Hokage Clan's ranks, Lynn stared at the steel giant, his pupils shrinking, and he couldn't help but whisper the name.
He never imagined that Chandler would actually build something like this.
This is the ultimate ground weapon of the Orks race, the steel embodiment of the Gork and Mork, comparable to the Reaver-class Titan of the Imperium of Man, and surpassing the Knight Mechs in level.
The fact that this level of Orks mech could be manufactured implies that it had received the Gork and Mork.
It is the ultimate culmination of the Orks Waaagh Field and my Power of Belief.
It's no wonder that Sith felt an urge to worship it the moment he saw it.
For the Orks, this mech is the embodiment of their god on earth.
"What... what is this thing?"
Sith's voice carried a hint of undisguised amazement.
He could sense that this mech contained a terrifying power that was enough to crush him; it was the power that gathered the faith of the entire Deathskulls Clan.
But his astonishment lasted less than half a second.
The Gargant Mech's head lens flashed red, and its massive steel foot slammed into the ground, causing the entire core area to tremble violently.
Its left arm swept across suddenly, and the meteor hammer, accompanied by a whooshing sound, smashed towards the Sith like Lightning!
Sith didn't have time to think and instantly conjured three layers of Psychic Power shields in front of him.
But when the meteor hammer struck the shield, it was like a hammer hitting glass; the three layers of Psychic Power shield shattered instantly, and the enormous impact slammed into him through the shield.
Sith was sent flying, crashing heavily into a steel pillar, and a mouthful of green blood spurted from his mouth.
" Sith! Aren't you supposed to be a great fighter?!"
Chandler's roar, laced with manic laughter, came from the cockpit of the Gargant Mech.
He piloted the unfinished ultimate mech directly, striding after the fallen Sith, firing all his weapons simultaneously!
The roar of the shoulder- Big Shoota, the hydraulic hum of the Lifta-Droppa, and the charging buzz of the Kannon combine to compose a symphony of destruction.
Chandler had completely lost his mind, utterly disregarding the fact that this was the core area of Carl II, and recklessly unleashing his firepower.
Intense firepower was destroying everything; the conference hall was instantly riddled with holes, and the dome collapsed.
The hard alloy walls shattered into dust under the bombardment of heavy artillery.
At this moment, Sith displayed terrifying control over his surging Psychic Power.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his figure constantly shifting amidst the gunfire, each blink precisely avoiding Chandler's predicted artillery fire.
His Psychic Power vision had already locked onto every weapon port of the mech, and Chandler's cannon had just been charged.
He had already predicted the landing point of the shells, and even if he was occasionally hit by stray bullets, his Psychic Power shield could instantly deflect the shrapnel and shockwaves.
"Is that all you've got, Chandler!"
With a roar, Sith clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and the five Psychic Power Boy suddenly collapsed from exhaustion.
A green fireball formed in his palm, like a miniature sun, and with destructive power, it slammed into the cockpit of the Gargant Mech.
boom!!!
The Psychic Power fireball exploded on the mech's chest, and the blinding green light instantly engulfed the entire hall.
But when the light faded, no one expected what happened.
Not a single scratch was left on the armor of the Gargant Mech.
A layer of pale green fluorescence flowed across the surface of the mech, forcefully withstanding the Sith's terrifying attack.
That's what makes this mech so terrifying.
Its shield no longer needs to rely on any mechanical shield generator.
All the Orks followers of Chandler converged to form Waaagh Field, which directly acted on the mech itself, making it indestructible.
But Chandler in the cockpit showed no signs of relief; on the contrary, his expression grew increasingly grim.
He could sense that the strength of this mech was far below his expectations.
The force field armor, which should have withstood the Sith Psychic Power fireball without any problem, was actually hit and caused violent ripples.
The reason is simple: nearly half of the Waaagh Field of the entire Carl II was taken away by the Sith.
The power of faith that had gathered on him and his mecha was only about two-thirds of what it had been at its peak.
More importantly, this Gargant Mech is not yet in its complete form.
He had to act quickly; if the Sith found a weakness in the mech, the consequences would be unimaginable.