"That piece of trash, Sith, couldn't even beat a bug. He deserved to die!"
"That's right!" a young man from the Bad Moons Clan chimed in, brandishing his whip.
"Once Chandler finishes dealing with this bug, we'll rush in and chop all those shrimp into mincemeat!"
"Then dismantle their tanks and build new mechs!"
The Red Boys of the Evil Sunz Clan even started their space motorcycles, circling the Gargant Mech while shouting:
"Red means fast, Chandler spins the fastest, so Chandler is the most waaaagh!"
After the Sith's death, a group of opportunistic Orks immediately joined Chandler's side.
For them, who the leader is doesn't matter, as long as they can waaaagh!
As the smoke gradually dissipated, Rena Dahan rose again from the rubble of the burning armored vehicle.
She moved her slightly numb limbs, and the cracks in her shell healed at a visible speed thanks to her powerful regenerative abilities.
His cold, vertical pupils stared intently at the still rapidly spinning Gargant Mech, a serious expression appearing on his face for the first time.
The power of that attack just now far exceeded her expectations.
The current Gargant Gyro possesses more than just the mechanical power of the mech itself.
It is also the concentrated power of the collective will of hundreds of millions of Orks on the entire Carl II.
But Rena didn't care, and she launched another attack.
This time, she attempted to bypass the meteor hammer's defensive perimeter from the right and attack Gargant's leg hydraulic joints.
But Gargant's spin speed is just too fast; no matter which direction she attacks from, she will be forced back by the spinning mace.
She tried seven times, and each time she failed.
The best they ever managed to do was leave a three-meter-long, half-meter-deep wound on Gargant's armor.
But this is nothing compared to the massive mech that stands thirty meters tall.
Lynn stood on the turret of the Cold Front Super-heavy Tank, his brows slightly furrowed.
He toyed with the casing of a bolt-action bullet in his hand, his eyes fixed on the spinning Gargant Mech.
He also underestimated the power of this ultimate mech.
To build it, Chandler nearly exhausted the Deathskulls Clan's savings of several years, even going so far as to dismantle their own new flagship to obtain materials.
This mech embodies the wisdom of all the Mekboy young men in the Carl II Deathskulls Clan, and also represents the imagination of countless Orks for the "strongest war machine."
"No..." Lynn suddenly stopped what he was doing and muttered to himself.
"His current state clearly indicates that he's operating the machine unconsciously; perhaps the mech's rotation has nothing to do with Chandler at all?"
His eyes suddenly lit up, and an absurd idea popped into his mind.
Since we can't kill Chandler inside or break through this spinning steel wall, we might as well stop this damn top first.
" Rena!" Lynn communicated through telepathy.
"Don't try to force it! He's like a giant spinning top right now. Whip him in the opposite direction of his spin, use force to counteract his rotation speed, and stop him."
"Good!"
Rena Dahan immediately stopped her charge.
She took a deep breath, and her brain-like organ emitted a dazzling blue light pulse, concentrating all her Psychic Power in her right hand.
The scattered mechanical wreckage and scrap metal around her were drawn together by an invisible force, frantically converging towards her right hand.
Metal fragments tangled and melted in her hands.
In just a few seconds, a huge metal whip, 120 meters long and over 1.2 meters in diameter, took shape in her hand.
The surface of the whip was covered with a layer of pale purple Psychic Power.
Rena Dahan named it " Whip of the Tyranids ".
This is a perfect combination of the Hive Mind and material power.
Rena Dahan gripped the long whip tightly and swung her arm back sharply.
Then, with all her might, she lashed out in the opposite direction of the Gargant spiral.
"Smack!!!"
A crisp, loud crack of the whip, like a thunderclap, resounded throughout the entire core area.
Rena Dahan, holding a long whip, resembled an angry deity punishing her disobedient sinners.
The long whip lashed out with a whistling sound, striking the side of the Gargant Mech hard.
The moment the whip tail touched the mech, it created a sonic boom.
The immense impact caused Gargant's rotation to abruptly halt, and the entire fuselage tilted several degrees to the left.
Although the whip was quickly deflected by the force of the spinning top, Rena was also thrown back three steps by the recoil.
But her exaggerated perception detected that Gargant's rotation speed had indeed slowed down by at least one-thousandth.
it works!
Rena Dahan's eyes lit up.
She swung the Whip of the Tyranids again, lashing it precisely in the opposite direction of Gargant's spiral.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
The crisp crack of the whip rang out rhythmically in the core area, continuously striking the Gargant Mech.
Each strike would cause Gargant's machine to tilt slightly and its rotation speed to decrease a little.
Any Orks that tried to stop Rena was whipped into mincemeat by her.
The purple whip danced through the air, leaving a trail of blood and gore in its wake, and no one dared to stand in its way.
Throughout the battlefield, the Orks found themselves at a huge disadvantage.
On one side, the well-equipped Brevis Expeditionary Force was waging a one-sided massacre against the fleeing Orks.
The tracks of the Leman Russ Tank continued to crush the Orks corpses, Hellhound Tank's massive Promethium storage tanks allowed it to continuously spew deadly flames.
The veterans of the Expeditionary Force, seemingly tireless, continued to reap the lives of the young men.
Outside the core area, the Orks, realizing something was wrong, tried to return to reinforce, but were not only blocked by the Expeditionary Force, but also by those damned bugs!
They launched a massive landing from another direction of the shrimp fleet, more than ten times the size of the previous fleet.
With their defenses completely destroyed, the Orks were immediately plunged into a fierce battle.
They were too busy to go back and reinforce the core area.
And the most powerful and awe-inspiring Warboss on the entire Carl II is Iron Claw Chandler.
He was piloting his prized, meticulously crafted ultimate mech in the central plaza of the core area.
It was being whipped around like a toy top by a giant blue-white insect, as if it were a child's toy top on the street.
Moreover, Chandler, despite being subjected to such prolonged stimulation, showed absolutely no sign of resistance.
They didn't even utter a single curse, let alone retaliate.
Gradually, the Orks men's frenzied cheers subsided.
All the Orks Daidai at the strange scene in the central square, their expressions changing from excitement to confusion.
The initial confusion turned into embarrassment, and finally into barely concealed contempt.
"Hey, what exactly is Chandler doing?"
A young man from the Snakebites scratched his head and asked in a low voice.
Why isn't he fighting back? Doesn't he get dizzy after spinning him around for so long?
"Who knows..." Blood Axes Kid next to him scoffed.
"Maybe he's preparing a powerful attack? After spinning around ten thousand times, he can unleash a world-destroying move?"
"What kind of amazing move is that! I've already been whipped over five hundred times. If I hold back any more amazing moves, I'll be whipped into scrap metal!"
"Could it be... that Chandler is really dizzy?"
"Shh, keep your voice down! Do you want to be hacked to death by the Deathskulls people?"
A particularly bold Gretchin brat hid behind a pile of rubble and began to hum softly:
"I heard you say that~"
The few Gretchin nearby paused for a moment, then subconsciously replied:
"Sigh, what are you saying?"
"Foreign battles, watch the spinning tops!"
"Oh, you're watching spinning tops again?"
"A lump by the roadside, being spun around by bugs~"
This folk song has a simple melody and straightforward lyrics, which speaks directly to the hearts of all Orks.
Soon, the song spread like wildfire among the Orks.
First came the lowly Gretchin and lads, then the ordinary big guys, and finally even some of the Deathskulls Clan's guards couldn't help but secretly hum along.
Moreover, the more it spread, the richer and more biting the lyrics became.
"Damn Chandler, anyone would step on your head!"
"No achievements, but a temper; gets beaten like a ball."