As the song was sung, the Waaagh Field that was originally gathered on the Gargant Mech began to thin at a visible rate.
The Orks's faith is that simple, brutal, and realistic.
If you can fight, if you can make them feel awesome, they'll treat you like a god and be willing to die for you.
You can't fight back; you'll just spin around in place and get whipped around by a bug.
Then you're a piece of trash, a joke. No one will admire you or risk their lives for you anymore.
Without the blessing of faith, the spinning top of the Gargant top began to spin off at an increasingly rapid pace.
At first, it was so fast that you couldn't even see the shadow, but later it visibly slowed down.
Its fuselage became increasingly shaky and unstable, as if it might collapse at any moment.
"Smack!"
Finally, with Rena Dahan's last powerful strike, the Gargant Mech came to a sudden halt.
Then came a sickening metallic scraping sound.
It couldn't even maintain its crooked posture and collapsed to the ground with a "thud!"
After it stopped spinning, all its weapons went silent, and the spinning meteor hammer fell, crashing heavily to the ground.
The entire core area suddenly became much quieter.
All the Orks lowered their heads, not daring to look at the central hall again.
Awkward, incredibly awkward.
Their prized ultimate mech and their most powerful Warboss were actually brought to a halt by a bug that used it as a spinning top.
If this gets out, the entire Orks of the Carl II will probably become a laughing stock.
Rena Dahan discarded the Whip of the Tyranids, which had shortened by almost a third, and walked step by step toward the now-shut-down Gargant Mech.
She wasn't walking very fast, but the Orks around her all backed away, and not one of them dared to step forward to stop her.
Rena Dahan raised her forelimbs, her sharp chitinous twin blades gleaming coldly, and pressed closer and closer to the cockpit.
Just as Lynn had guessed, after stopping rotating, the mech completely lost all mobility.
"Sizzle!!!"
With a piercing metallic tearing sound, Rena Dahan ripped open the half-meter-thick cockpit armor of the Gargant Mech as easily as opening a can.
The twisted metal plates flipped open to reveal the chaotic cockpit inside.
She reached in and yanked Chandler out like a chick.
At this point, Chandler was nowhere to be seen, lacking any of the imposing presence of the Carl II Warboss.
He was covered in engine oil, dust, and his own vomit, and his face still had wet tear stains and snot.
Its size has shrunk, and the originally heavy and imposing Power Armour now seems somewhat ill-fitting.
His eyes were closed, and he was motionless, clearly still in a deep coma.
Even as Rena pulled him out, he mumbled something in a daze:
"Stop spinning, Brother Machine Spirit, I was wrong, my head is so dizzy..."
It turns out that Chandler was already kicking himself ten minutes into the rotation.
This Gargant Mech, although only two percent complete, is still ultimately a semi-finished product.
In the early to mid-stages of building the mechs, Chandler focused all his energy and resources on increasing the thickness of the armor and the strength of the firepower.
However, it completely ignored the most basic operability and human-machine interaction.
When he first sat in the cockpit for a test drive, he was horrified to discover that the mecha's Machine Spirit was terrifyingly powerful.
It was a six-meter-tall black Orks phantom, radiating a violent aura of destruction.
There was only one thing on my mind: fighting, endless fighting.
Even when facing Chandler, the master of the Jaeger, it only has the desire to fight.
Chandler tried his best, using his Waaagh Field to suppress his opponent, but he couldn't overcome him.
He frantically began to compensate for the mecha's maneuverability, trying every possible way to weaken the strength of the Machine Spirit.
Only when he was able to barely control the mecha to perform the activities he wanted under the suppression of the Waaagh! Field did he emerge from seclusion to investigate the reason for waaaagh's weakening.
This is also why he didn't dare to fight the Sith for too long earlier; he might have been knocked unconscious by the Machine Spirit's elbow.
But when he acted rashly and activated the self-rotation mode, the mecha's power core overloaded, and the rampaging Machine Spirit, unable to be suppressed, awakened once more.
Chandler himself, however, suffered from dizziness and acid reflux due to the high-speed spinning, which greatly reduced his condition.
With the balance of power shifting, he was no match for the Machine Spirit.
After a few rounds, he was knocked unconscious by an elbow strike from the Machine Spirit of his own mech.
He knew nothing of what happened afterward: the death of the Sith, the invasion of the shrimp, being whipped by the bugs.
Chandler yawned widely and slowly opened his eyes.
He rubbed his throbbing head and mumbled sleepily:
"Where am I? Why isn't Gargant spinning anymore? Did I kill all those shrimps?"
He looked up and saw Rena Dahan's hideous Tyranids face.
Their eyes met.
The confusion on Chandler's face froze at that moment.
He tried to resist, but found himself weak and powerless.
He was sent flying with a casual flick of Rena's wrist.
"Damn bug, what are you doing here?"
He struggled to his feet and ran back to his Gargant Mech.
But without the support of the Waaagh Field, that once invincible ultimate mech...
At this moment, it was just a pile of cold scrap metal, completely unresponsive.
Rena Dahan didn't give him any chance to waste words.
He flashed in front of Chandler and swung down the chitinous blade in his hand.
"Sizzle!"
There was no suspense whatsoever.
This is the top-tier Mekboy who dominates Carl II and is ambitious enough to replace Ragnar as the strongest war boss in Dorito.
He didn't even have time to utter a complete last word before his head was separated from his body.
Green Orks blood splattered all over the ground.
At the moment of Chandler's death, the dense Waaagh Field that had enveloped Carl II began to dissipate rapidly, like a receding tide.
The Orks order, which had been barely maintained by Chandler's hegemony and force, collapsed instantly.
The fighting strength and will to fight of the Orks have plummeted across the board.
They had lost all will to fight the Expeditionary Force; only one thing remained in their minds: escape.
Meanwhile, the infighting among the Orks has escalated to an irreversible state.
Without a common leader, all the clans wanted to vie for the position of the new warboss, Carl II.
Instead of attacking humans, they began killing each other, fighting tooth and nail for meager resources and territory.
But Lynn wouldn't give them that chance.
"All troops, launch a full-scale attack! Thoroughly wipe out Carl II, leaving no survivors!"
Lynn raised Sword of Valenia high and gave the final order for the all-out attack.
The Brevis Expeditionary Force charged like tigers descending a mountain, charging towards the chaotic Orks army.
Gus commanded the heavy artillery units to conduct a blanket bombardment of the area where the Orks were gathered.
Junior officers of the Genestealer Cult led assault squads to clear out the remaining enemy forces in various passageways.
Fighter jets circled overhead, using their onboard weapons to mow down the fleeing Orks.
This was no longer a war, but a one-sided and methodical massacre.
The moment Chandler died, Rena Dahan signaled a full retreat to the swarm.
All the Tyranids lurking throughout Carl II remained silently hidden in their respective locations.
We'll wait until the time is right before retrieving the biomass from the entire space station.
Lynn didn't want too many people to know about his relationship with the Tyranids.
This is his biggest secret, and also his greatest trump card for survival in this dark and desperate 41st millennium.