Sith began to calmly review everything that had happened over the past month.
First, the Hokage Clan rose to prominence by relying on waaaagh GP and Elf Gork Rally.
And it played a key role in a large-scale surprise attack by shrimp.
From an unknown small clan, they rose to become a rising power on the Carl II.
Then Toothy took the initiative to come to him and, with a single sentence, revealed the deep-seated concerns he held about Chandler that he himself was unwilling to admit.
He helped himself gather the desperate remnants of the Blood Axes, repelled the shrimp's two-pronged attack with perfect tactics, and established his prestige.
Then, with a speed duel and a powerful punch, they completely subdued the unruly Evil Sunz Clan.
He devised strategies to gradually bring down the Bad Moons Clan due to their own greed, dragging the entire middle layer of Carl II into the quagmire of civil war.
And Chandler was forced to leave the pass early, leading to a complete break between the two camps, and they turned against each other.
And... the human fleet "coincidentally" launched a full-scale invasion at this time, leading to a three-way battle and the situation spiraling completely out of control.
Everything seemed to make perfect sense, but upon closer inspection, the Hokage Clan was involved at every crucial juncture.
Every single time, it was Toothy who offered the perfect suggestion.
Each time, it was the Hokage Clan that was at the forefront, using the most "reasonable" methods to push the situation in an irreversible direction.
Are they really helping themselves?
Sith's gaze fell on where Lynn was.
The taciturn, unassuming Orks giant who had always stood behind Toothy was now " Seven-Smasha ".
He was standing in the shadow of the so-called " Divine Messenger Dahan," calmly watching the chaotic battlefield below.
His eyes lacked the fanaticism and bloodlust characteristic of Orks; instead, they held only the calm indifference of an observer.
It was as if all the fighting before him was merely a game of chess on his chessboard.
A terrible thought slowly rose in Sith's mind.
Perhaps, from the very beginning, he was used as a pawn by the Hokage Clan and by this Orks known as " Seven-Smasha ".
He exploited his fear of Chandler and the Orks' innate thirst for power.
He gradually deepened his conflict with Chandler, igniting a civil war that could destroy Carl II.
He didn't make a sound, but quietly and carefully enveloped Lynn and Rena's direction with his Psychic Power perception, like rain seeping into the ground.
They wanted to uncover their true identities and the secrets hidden deep within their souls.
"That Orks named Sith has begun to suspect us."
Rena's voice, transmitted through the telepathic link, coldly reached Lynn's mind, carrying a strong sense of vigilance.
"He's using Psychic Power to probe us."
Sith's Psychic Power power was very high, even dozens of times stronger Luna, the Tzeentch Sorcerer.
Inside this space station, his Psychic Power was as conspicuous as a small moon.
Every move he made was very noticeable in Rena's eyes.
"Hmm, it's nothing." Lynn's tone remained calm and nonchalant; he had long anticipated that Sith would notice something was wrong.
After all, none of those who can become Alpha-level Psyker are fools.
Previously, Sith was simply blinded by the thrill of power and strength; now that he has calmed down, he can naturally see the flaws in this.
He paused, then suddenly asked with some concern:
Did he realize you were observing him?
After all, when you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.
"No," Rena said firmly.
"My Psychic Power are superior to his."
Upon hearing this, Lynn couldn't help but laugh and gently patted Rena's cold armor.
Having a mistress to feed is great.
While Lynn and Rena were having a relaxed conversation, Luna, whose teleportation had been interrupted, had completely gone mad.
As she watched the increasing number of Orks and Lynn's relaxed expression in the distance, the anger and resentment that had been building up for months suddenly erupted.
Time and time again, he was betrayed by Lynn, time and time again he fled in disarray, and time and time again he failed.
All the humiliation and resentment converged into an overwhelming hatred at this moment.
She could even imagine that Lynn was laughing at her stupidity and incompetence in his heart right now.
" Lynn!!!"
Luna let out a hysterical scream, her voice sharp and piercing with rage.
She jerked the control stick, and pale blue flames rose up, engulfing the entire mech.
She ignored the Sith's Psychic Power attacks from behind and the barrage of fire from the surrounding Orks.
With all its power concentrated on the thrusters, the fifteen-meter-tall mech resembled a runaway bull.
With a sense of suicidal intent, it crashed into Lynn, who was standing on the ruins.
"Crazy?" Lynn raised an eyebrow, looking at Luna rushing towards him with some surprise.
A bolt of dark Psychic Power Lightning from Sith struck the back of the knight's mech, the powerful impact causing the mech to stagger.
Countless bullets struck the mech's shield, creating ripples in the air.
But the mech ignored everything and kept its eyes fixed on Lynn, charging forward at full speed.
Luna's eyes were bloodshot, and a maniacal smile played on her lips; no one knew what she was thinking.
When she rushed to within a hundred meters of Lynn, the ion shield around her was already on the verge of collapse.
It has finally started to flicker, and could collapse completely at any moment.
The blasphemous runes on the shield's surface lit up one by one, then shattered, emitting a piercing scream.
Rena could sense that within each scream lay the tormented souls of dozens of mortals.
Just then, Luna suddenly pressed a hidden red button on the console.
This button is the real secret of that STC Dataslate, and it's also her trump card, which she would never use unless absolutely necessary.
The ion shield, which was originally covered with a layer of colorful glow, suddenly began to spin at high speed.
Countless energy patterns swirled rapidly across the shield's surface, emitting a deafening roar.
The spinning winds whipped up rubble and dust from the ground, which then adhered to the shield.
"What, are you going to turn into a spinning top too?" Lynn couldn't help but tease.
But the next second, a strong sense of crisis burst forth from the depths of Lynn's heart, making his hair stand on end.
This feeling was no less than the sense of crisis I felt when I faced the Keeper of Secrets last time.
In the center of the rapidly spinning shield, a fist-sized sphere of light was slowly coalescing.
The ball of light looked unremarkable, completely transparent, without any energy fluctuations, and it drifted slowly toward Lynn.
However, anyone with even a slightly keen sense of perception can sense the terrifying energy contained within it, enough to destroy everything.
It was a chaotic energy compressed to its extreme, containing the power left over from all the attacks Luna had suffered over the past ten minutes.
The Sith's ferocious Psychic Power, the boys' slashing and hacking, and the heat and kinetic energy left by the cannonballs.
All the damage and energy were concentrated in this small sphere of light.