" Chandler! Stop spinning! You idiot!" Sith shouted at the Gargant Mech from afar using Psychic Power.
"The shrimp has already escaped. Let's stop fighting and clean up this mess together! Otherwise, Carl II will be destroyed by our own hands!"
There was no response.
Only the roar of the Gargant Mech and the howl of weapons filled the hall without ceasing.
Sith's brow furrowed even more.
He called out several more times, from gentle persuasion to stern rebukes, but Chandler still didn't react at all and couldn't hear him.
"Hmph, you dare not answer me?" Sith's tone was laced with undisguised sarcasm.
"I bet you're too scared to stop, aren't you? You were getting whipped around by those five shrimp-like mechs, it was utterly disgraceful."
"And last time, you led your entire fleet to attack Shrimp's fleet, and you ended up being reduced to half a body before escaping, even your most treasured Mad Bull was destroyed."
"If I were you, I would have crawled into a hole in the ground by now. How dare you still stand here circling around?"
He thought that such sharp mockery would provoke Chandler and make him stop and confront him.
After all, Chandler was known for his bad temper and couldn't stand being provoked.
Unexpectedly, the Gargant Mech continued to spin rapidly in place without pausing for even a moment.
Sith paused for a moment, then a look of absurdity and helplessness appeared on his face.
He... could he really have fainted?
The thought made even Sith himself feel a bit amused and exasperated.
But upon closer reflection, he realized that he had been piloting a 30-meter-tall mech, spinning continuously at high speed for 40 minutes.
Let alone humans, even the gyroscopes of mechs would probably be burnt out.
Chandler might be vomiting uncontrollably in the cockpit right now, unable to even hold the control stick.
"What a hopeless idiot," Sith muttered under his breath, as his psionic Psychic Power began to gather around him.
Since we can't wake it up by talking, we'll have to take action and stop this damn spinning top first.
Once we've got Chandler under control, we can deal with these chaotic brawlers later.
He raised his hands, gathering green Psychic Power in his palms, preparing to use a powerful Psychic Power impact to forcibly stop the Gargant Mech's rotation.
But just as he was about to make his move...
Buzz!
A pale blue nerve impulse struck Sith precisely.
Sith's body stiffened abruptly, the condensed Psychic Power instantly dissipated, and a sharp pain shot through his head.
His vision blurred, and a jumble of chaotic thoughts flooded his mind, nearly causing him to fall from mid-air.
He abruptly turned his head, looking in the direction from which the nerve impulse had come, his eyes filled with boundless rage.
Rena Dahan stood quietly not far away, her cold eyes fixed on him.
That nerve impulse just now was emitted by her.
"Hmph, finally couldn't hold back, huh?" Sith's voice was icy.
The green Psychic Power around him burned fiercely like flames, distorting the surrounding air.
"I was originally planning to wake up that idiot first, and then slowly deal with you, this cowardly oddball."
"I didn't expect you to come looking for me first! Perfect, I'll deal with you first!"
Sith flew up to the sky above the hall with a "whoosh," his hand clenching loosely.
Scattered around were mechanical wreckage, alloy steel plates, abandoned weapons, and even steel bars buried underground.
They were all drawn by a powerful suction force, frantically converging towards his hand.
The metal fragments collided, squeezed, and fused together, producing a piercing metallic twisting sound.
In just a few seconds, a massive iron sword, 120 meters long, took shape in his hands.
The surface of the iron sword was crackling with green electric current, and the blade was fifty meters wide, exuding a heavy, unyielding aura.
"Die, monster!"
With a roar, Sith gripped his greatsword with both hands and brought it down with all his might towards Rena Dahan.
He held nothing back with this sword strike.
The greatsword whistled as it tore through the air, carrying enough power to shatter a mountain, and smashed toward Rena's head.
The air was compressed by the power of the sword strike, creating a visible shockwave that sent the surrounding boys flying.
To Sith's utter surprise, Rena Dahan didn't dodge.
She simply stood quietly in place, her feet firmly planted on the ground.
Just as the giant sword was about to strike her head, she raised her hands and clasped her sharp chitinous forelimbs and palms together.
when!!!
A deafening metallic clang echoed throughout the entire Carl II.
The hundred-meter-long iron sword was caught by Rena Dahan with her four hands clasped together!
The terrifying impact traveled down the greatsword, instantly cracking the alloy floor beneath Rena's feet.
The cracks, like a spider web, spread outwards for a full 150 meters.
Metal fragments and dust filled the air, and the ground sank down by a full five centimeters.
The surrounding walls collapsed again under the impact of the shockwave, and the world was instantly thrown into chaos.
Rena Dahan's true form remained completely still.
Her ultra-dense chitinous armor was completely untouched, without even the slightest scratch.
Sith's pupils contracted sharply, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.
"How is this possible?!"
He used all his strength in this sword strike; even the Gargant Mech's Faith Shield would be wounded by it.
But this five-meter-tall monster was caught by his bare hands, and it seemed to be done with ease!
Is her power greater than mine?
In the instant that Sith was shocked and stunned, Rena Dahan's figure suddenly vanished from the spot.
"What?!"
Sith's pupils dilated to their maximum as he immediately activated his Psychic Power perception to its fullest extent, attempting to locate Rena.
No matter how he searched, he couldn't find even a trace of Rena.
She vanished into thin air, leaving not a trace of Psychic Power, as if she had never existed.
not good!
The Sith's Psychic Power precognitive abilities sounded a piercing alarm at that moment.
Without a second thought, he instantly conjured five layers of Psychic Power shields around himself, one on top of the other, like a solid fortress.
Almost at the same instant the shield formed, a chilling aura appeared behind him.
Rena Dahan's figure suddenly appeared.
Her forelimbs, with their pair of sharp chitinous blades over a meter long, wreathed in chilling purple Psychic Power, slashed fiercely down towards Sith's back.
The power of the Shadow in the Warp was on full display at this moment.
The Psychic Power of the Tyranids is essentially the collective power of billions of emotionless, self-aware Tyranids.
This absolute barrier formed by "ruthless emotion" can forcibly sever the connection between Psyker and " the Warp formed by the convergence and distortion of the emotions of intelligent beings."
Whether it's the sorcery of Chaos Sorcerer or the Psychic Power magic of humans.
The Waaagh Field is essentially a special energy field formed by the convergence of Orks fanaticism, belligerence, and worship of power.
Therefore, the Shadow in the Warp can also play a certain role in suppressing this.
The Psychic Power shield that the Sith had gathered with all their might was as fragile as paper under the corrosive influence of the Shadow in the Warp.
Click! Click! Click!
The five layers of Psychic Power shield shattered one by one under the pressure of the chitinous double blades, producing a crisp sound.
At the critical moment, Sith teleported and narrowly avoided the fatal blow.
The double blades grazed his shoulder, tearing a slit in his robe.
At the same time, a deep, bone-revealing wound was left on his shoulder.
Sith teleported a hundred meters away, clutching his bleeding shoulder, and looked at Rena Dahan with a serious expression.
He finally understood why his Psychic Power shield was so vulnerable, and why that little shrimp leader's teleportation spell had been interrupted.
This monster's Psychic Power can actually suppress other Psychic Power at its source!