In addition, Rena's favorability rating has now exceeded 80.
But since passing the level 60, apart from the bonds becoming deeper, there haven't been any substantial changes.
Lynn guessed that when the favorability rating exceeded 100, the system would definitely give a huge reward.
As for Sorine and Dominic, although they were also system-bound targets, Lynn showed absolutely no interest in them.
After all, the system's rewards only apply to the target of the strategy, offering almost no real improvement to Lynn, the system's owner. It's better to focus on developing one character.
His current personal strength is almost entirely due to the symbiotic equipment that Rena specially created for him and the physical improvement brought about by the Emperor's Chosen.
But he always felt that the system was not as simple as he had imagined, and there were still many functions waiting for him to explore.
at the same time.
Inside the Carl II Space Station.
Gunfire, explosions, and shouts of battle filled the air.
The outer ruins of the entire space station have been transformed into a chaotic battlefield.
More than a dozen Orks warships successfully breached the outer defenses of the space station, dropping millions of Ork Boyz.
These Orks roared and brandished their machetes and scrap guns as they charged toward the interior of the space station.
They thought it would be an easy massacre.
Their intelligence indicated that the enemy was merely using the space station as a shield, and their main force was not actually inside the space station.
But they soon realized they were wrong.
And it's wildly wrong.
They were not facing a space station with weak and vulnerable defenses.
Instead, it was the main force of Lynn's expeditionary fleet.
Over a million battle-hardened Expeditionary Force have already landed on the Carl II Space Station ahead of schedule.
They utilized the complex terrain of the space station to construct loose but flexible defensive fortifications.
Lynn's tactics for them could be summed up in just three words:
Disturb, swim, drag.
Avoid direct positional warfare with the Orks.
They used the space station's narrow passages and complex terrain to wage guerrilla warfare against the Orks.
They constantly harassed and ambushed the Orks, depleting their manpower.
They dragged the Orks into an endless quagmire of street fighting.
"Da da da! Da da da!"
In a narrow passage, a squad of Expeditionary Force soldiers took cover behind bunkers and fired fiercely at the charging Orks.
The first few Orks were instantly riddled with bullets and fell to the ground.
But the Orks behind them did not back down at all, and continued to charge forward with roars.
"Throw a grenade!"
The squad leader gave the order.
Several Frag Grenade were thrown out.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
A violent explosion rang out.
A whole bunch of the Orks soldiers fell down.
"Withdraw!"
The squad leader gave the order without hesitation.
The soldiers immediately put away their weapons and retreated quickly along the pre-planned route.
When the Orks soldiers rushed behind the cover, it was already deserted.
All that remained were corpses strewn across the ground and the wreckage left by the explosion.
Such scenes are playing out in every corner of the space station.
The Expeditionary Force soldiers moved through the passage like a swarm of ghosts.
Their captain seemed to have supernatural abilities, knowing every corridor, every corner, and every ventilation duct in the area.
Therefore, they always manage to appear in the most unexpected places, deliver a fatal blow to the Orks, and then quickly disappear.
The Orks were beaten senseless and furious, yet they couldn't even catch a glimpse of their enemy.
They could only wander aimlessly through the passageway, venting their anger.
Smash everything you see.
"Damn shrimp, come out here if you dare!"
A Orks leader roared angrily and smashed a nearby television set, which was specifically used to watch waaaaghGP, with an axe.
Sparks flew everywhere.
But all that answered him were a few sniper shots from afar.
And yet another Ork Boyz lying on the ground.
Time passed little by little.
The Orks are suffering increasing casualties.
But they didn't even get close to the main defensive line of the Expeditionary Force.
Worse still, they soon discovered that they had been abandoned.
The news of the main fleet's retreat finally reached the ears of these vanguard units.
"What?! The boss ran away?!"
"Impossible! How could our boss abandon us!"
"It's true! I just received news that all the capital warships have turned back to Dorito!"
"We've been abandoned!"
Panic quickly spread among the Orks.
Their previously high morale plummeted to rock bottom in an instant.
Without the leader, without the support of the Waaagh! Field, and without any follow-up support.
They were like a group of abandoned orphans, trapped in this steel maze.
Death awaited them.
Meanwhile, in the space station's command center.
Lynn stood in front of the huge holographic star map, watching the red dots on it constantly going out.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"That's about it."
He said softly.
"Notify the Tithe Fleet that they may begin fire suppression."
"Yes, sir!"
The communications soldier immediately replied respectfully.
A few minutes later.
On the periphery of the Carl II Space Station.
Dozens of Imperium warships adjusted their cannons.
The black cannon barrels were aimed at the areas on the space station occupied by the Orks.
"Fire!"
With a command given.
Countless Macro-cannon shells and laser beams rained down on the space station like a meteor shower.
A tremendous explosion resounded through the sky.
The entire Carl II Space Station was shaking violently.
Those Orks people trapped in the space station faced their final doom.
The smoke from the Carl II Space Station gradually dissipated, leaving behind a pungent smell of burnt metal mixed with Orks blood.
The Expeditionary Force soldiers were clearing the battlefield, dragging the Orks ' corpses to a processing point, and repairing the damaged fortifications.
Occasionally, a few sporadic gunshots could be heard, as soldiers dealt with the remaining Orks hiding in the corners.
Inside the space station's command center, on a huge holographic star map.
The red dots representing the Orks are fading at a visible rate, with only a few remaining, barely clinging to life.
Lynn stood before the star map, his hands behind his back, quietly observing the battlefield situation.
Rena stood beside him, dressed in a black combat uniform, her long silver hair tied in a high ponytail, her purple eyes fixed intently on the star map.
He would occasionally tap on the terminal to update the battlefield data.
She is smarter and more precise than any human technician.
"Sir! All areas occupied by the Orks have been completely cleared!"
"A total of 3,260,000 Orks were annihilated, while our side suffered 315,217 casualties!"
A communications soldier ran up to Lynn, gave a crisp military salute, and reported loudly.
"Understood." Lynn nodded, her tone flat.
"Medics should prioritize treating the seriously wounded, and the subsequent cremation procedures must be handled properly. We must not let those Orks return to our territory!"
"Yes, sir!"
The communications soldier turned and left, and the command center returned to silence.
Rena turned to look at Lynn and said softly, " The Tithe Fleet has completed its fire cleanup and is returning to its designated orbit."
"That human major general has invited you three times already; he seems to be in a hurry."
Lynn smiled and turned around, "Okay, let's go see him then. I also have something to say to him."