The next few seconds.
For Ragnar, it was hell.
Lynn and Rena were playing with each other like a ball.
They kicked him around repeatedly throughout the hall.
Lynn was as fast as a bullet, and every attack he made hit Ragnar's vitals with pinpoint accuracy.
Rena's strength was terrifying; every punch she threw could break Ragnar's bones and tendons.
The two worked together seamlessly.
They gave Ragnar absolutely no chance to catch his breath.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The crisp striking sound echoed continuously in the empty hall.
Ragnar's body flew back and forth in the air.
It kept crashing into the walls, the ceiling, and the pillars.
Each collision sends out a large amount of blood, flesh, and bone fragments flying out.
Five seconds later.
"Clatter."
Ragnar's body landed heavily in the center of the hall.
He had lost count of how many times he had been knocked away.
Dozens of times? Or hundreds of times?
At this moment, Ragnar, who had just regained some human form, was once again smashed into a shapeless lump of flesh.
All four limbs were broken and twisted into bizarre angles.
His head was smashed flat, with only half of it still attached to his neck.
The giant mouth on its belly was already tattered and could only make a hissing sound as air leaked out.
There wasn't a single intact part of his body.
Dark green blood pooled beneath him, forming a small puddle.
Even so.
He wasn't completely dead yet.
That gaping mouth, made of flesh and blood, was still twitching weakly.
Its vitality is outrageously tenacious.
Lynn landed slowly in front of Ragnar.
He looked down at the mangled, bloody piece of flesh on the ground.
There was not a trace of emotion in his eyes.
"They're really tough to kill."
Lynn sighed softly.
"However, this is where it ends."
He looked up and shouted into the air.
" Rena!"
The words had barely left his mouth.
Rena's enormous figure appeared behind Lynn in an instant.
At the same time, two thick nerve tendrils extended from the back of her head.
The tips of the nerve tendrils gleamed with a purple light.
It was precisely connected to the interface of the armor on Lynn's back.
Instantly, a massive surge of Psychic Power flowed from Rena's body into Lynn's.
Their breathing began to synchronize.
They gradually merged together.
Rena's four hands began to knead the air incessantly.
Visible purple Psychic Power gathered in her hand.
It grew richer and more dazzling.
The turbulent energy flows in the air became increasingly violent.
The surrounding metal fragments began to float uncontrollably.
It was then crushed into dust under the immense pressure of Psychic Power.
Soon, a spear made of pure Psychic Power appeared in front of Rena.
This spear is a deep purple color throughout.
The spearhead gleamed with golden light.
It was wreathed in countless violent Psychic Power Lightning.
It exudes a chilling aura of destruction.
The pressure it released was in no way inferior to the Annihilation Spirit Box that Ralfa had just detonated.
Lynn took a step forward.
He stretched out his right hand and grasped the Psychic Power spear.
The instant he grasped the spear.
Lynn's eyes blazed with a powerful light.
The ultimate in gold and purple.
Two beams of light illuminated almost the entire ruined hall.
A terrifying Psychic Power pressure spread outwards from Lynn in all directions.
The entire hall trembled slightly under this oppressive aura.
Ragnar, lying on the ground, felt an unprecedented threat of death.
His remaining consciousness was overwhelmed by utter terror.
He struggled desperately with his mangled body, trying to escape.
But an invisible force held him in place.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move an inch.
He could only open his tattered, enormous mouth and let out a desperate roar.
Lynn slowly raised the Psychic Power in his hand.
They aimed at that giant mouth.
There were no unnecessary words.
He threw the spear.
"Call out!!!"
The Psychic Power spear transformed into a streak of purple-gold light, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound as it tore through the air, and shot towards Ragnar.
The speed was astonishing.
The spear struck Ragnar almost the instant it left Lynn's hand.
"Buzz~!!!"
At the very moment it Ragnar.
The Psychic Power spear unleashed terrifying energy.
A collapse of Psychic Power, no less powerful than that of the Annihilation Spirit Box, occurred once again in the center of the hall.
A huge purplish-gold energy ball expanded instantly.
It completely devoured Ragnar's body.
The powerful energy distorted space and tore apart time.
Everything around was completely decomposed under the onslaught of energy.
Metal, stone, flesh and blood...
Everything was reduced to the most basic particles.
This time, there was no room for luck.
Even someone as tenacious as Ragnar.
Within a short period of time, it suffered two consecutive attacks of Psychic Power collapse.
There was absolutely no chance of survival.
His body, along with his enormous mouth, was completely Annihilation by this terrifying energy.
Not a single crumb was left.
The energy gradually dissipated.
In the center of the hall, only a huge, smooth, spherical pit remained.
The surface of the pit shimmered with a glassy luster.
It was formed by melting at extremely high temperatures and then rapidly cooling.
Ragnar Stomach.
This brought a huge number of Orks warlords to the Gemstone.
This monster couldn't even be killed by the Annihilation Spirit Box.
Has it finally and completely disappeared from this world?
Lynn looked away.
The nerve tendrils on his back also detached from the interface.
Rena's enormous figure gradually disappeared into the shadows.
It was as if they had never existed.
From Lynn's arrival to Ragnar's complete erasure, the entire process took no more than 15 seconds.
Those inside the bridge were completely unaware that a fierce battle had taken place outside.
Then Lynn raised his head and looked towards the bridge.
His eyes became deep.
Ragnar is dead.
However, this war is far from over.
The main force of the Orks fleet is about to arrive at the Carl II.
But he still has some things to take care of.