" Seven-Smasha!!!"
Toothy's heart-wrenching cries pierced through the smoke and fire, echoing in the narrow passageway at the exit of the core area.
The surrounding Hokage boys all turned to look, their expressions filled with undisguised sorrow.
But everyone's attention was drawn to the orb of light that seemed to Destined Death.
Unbeknownst to anyone, a dimensional Yuan Sect with its edges shimmering with colorful light had already quietly opened behind the " Transformation of Shadows " knight mech.
Chaos energy surged within the door, and the outline of the cabin of the Rule of Discipline could be vaguely seen.
A smug smile appeared on Luna's lips.
As a follower of the Lord of Change, she never considered dying together with Lynn.
Assessing the situation, preserving one's life, using intrigue and trickery to reap victory, and knowing that the best of the thirty-six stratagems is to flee – these are the survival strategies ingrained in her bones.
When Luna cast the Yuan Sect earlier, she also used double casting.
A beam of light, used to guide " Destined Death," precisely bypassed the defenses and killed Lynn.
The other was the escape route she had left for herself.
While everyone was distracted by Lynn's "death," and while Rena Dahan's attention was focused on Lynn's mangled body,
Even as the Sith were still reeling from the terrifying Annihilation energy, Luna piloted her mech, pushing the thrusters to their limit.
The battered and bruised " Transformation of Shadows " plunged into the dimensional Yuan Sect behind it like a Lightning.
This is her escape route!
"Retreat! Repeat, retreat!" Luna shouted the order into the encrypted communication channel, her voice devoid of any hesitation.
"Everyone who can walk, follow me into the Yuan Sect immediately! Abandon all heavy equipment and wounded soldiers!"
The officers of Luna's fleet had long been prepared to flee.
Seeing their commander retreat first, they lost all will to fight and turned around, rushing towards the Yuan Sect.
The engines of the Chimera Armoured Vehicle roared shrilly as its tracks crushed the bodies of its fallen comrades.
The surviving Armiger Knight activated their maximum thrust, even going so far as to smash through friendly infantry blocking their path.
No one looked back at their abandoned comrades.
For this army corrupted by Chaos, loyalty and honor had long become the most worthless things.
The Yuan Sect slowly closed after the last officer rushed in.
All that remained were weapons and equipment strewn across the ground, the wreckage of burning armored vehicles, and thousands of soldiers who had no time to escape.
The abandoned soldiers looked at the menacing Orks around them, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust, and despair filled their faces.
Their response was the Orks ' waaaagh roar.
"Kill these shrimps! Avenge the Seven-Smasha Bosses!"
Tear them apart! Cut off their heads and use them as goblets!
In just ten minutes, all the abandoned Imperium soldiers were completely slaughtered, leaving not a single intact corpse behind.
Dark red blood flowed on the ground, mixed with green bodily fluids from Orks, emitting an unbearable stench.
But the death of the shrimp did not end the battle.
The smell of blood and the thrill of killing, like the strongest mushroom liquor, completely ignited the boys' warlike genes.
The Orks who were just fighting side by side against humanity turned their weapons on each other.
A member of the Deathskulls Clan casually snatched a plasma rifle that a Hokage kid had just captured from him.
Without a word, the young Hokage stabbed him in the stomach with a backhand.
A burly man from the Goffs Clan, disliking the red space motorcycle of the Evil Sunz Clan, swung his giant axe and cleaved the motorcycle in two.
The Evil Sunz lads immediately surrounded them and started fighting with Goffs's men.
Even the spectators who had been drinking and bragging together in the stands quickly realized the situation, started throwing punches at each other, and then it quickly escalated into a large-scale brawl.
"You scum of the Deathskulls! Give me Plasma Gun!"
" Evil Sunz red-skinned devil! Pay me back for my motorcycle!"
"Might makes right! Waaaagh!"
The flames of war, centered on the exit of the core area, spread rapidly throughout the entire Carl II like wildfire.
On the middle platform, the Orks were driving various modified war vehicles, ramming into each other and firing wildly with their vehicle-mounted weapons.
Inside the passage, the boys from different clans lined up and engaged in a bloody melee with their melee weapons.
In the harbor, the warships of both sides fired at each other, and shells landed in the docked shipyard, triggering a series of violent explosions.
The Orks, who were just moments ago mourning the " Seven-Smasha bosses," have now completely forgotten their grief and are immersed in the thrill of the battle.
This civil war, instigated by Lynn, finally ignited across the entire planet under the catalyst of the human invasion.
Sith stood atop the ruins, looking down at the chaotic battlefield below, his face so grim it could drip water.
His psionic Psychic Power surged uncontrollably, causing the surrounding rubble to float in the air.
"Stop it, all of you!!!" he roared in a voice amplified by Psychic Power, his voice booming like thunder throughout the entire core area.
"The shrimps have been driven away! Stop killing each other! Chandler! Take your men and stop!"
But his roar seemed insignificant amidst the waaaagh howls of millions of Orks.
Not a single Orks listened to him.
The bloodthirsty youngsters continued their frenzied hack-and-slash at each other, and a few irrational Orks even turned their guns on the Sith.
Sith casually unleashed a bolt of Psychic Power Lightning, turning those fools into charred remains.
But he still couldn't stop this massive civil war.
More Orks poured in from various clan camps, joining the melee, and the situation was completely out of control.
He finally realized that he couldn't possibly stop all of this by himself.
Unless he can put aside his grudges with Chandler and the two join forces to suppress the chaos sweeping across the entire Carl II with absolute force and prestige.
Sith's gaze fell upon the hall not far away.
There, the Gargant Mech was still spinning at high speed.
Chandler's "King of Tops" performance has lasted for a full hour.
He seemed completely absorbed in the thrill of the spinning motion, oblivious to what was happening outside.
Gargant's weapons were still firing wildly—shoulder cannons, Lifta-Droppa, Kannon —everywhere he could fire was unleashing a deluge of ammunition, showing no regard for friend or foe.
Even more outrageous, there were quite a few Orks around who were born to worship power, charging towards the Gargant top one after another like silly roe deer.
He was shouting, "That's awesome!" and " Chandler is awesome!"
Then, unsurprisingly, they were shredded into mincemeat by stray bullets and flying metal fragments.
Even so, the Orks continued to charge forward, believing that dying under such a waaagh attack was a kind of honor.
Gargant's rotation speed increased even more due to the cheers and adoration of these Orks.
The Waaagh! Field around the mecha continued to strengthen, making its firepower increasingly fierce.
The entire square was ravaged by artillery fire time and again, turning it into ruins.