"The show begins!"
All six robotic arms moved simultaneously.
The electric guitar body instantly disassembled and reassembled, its blades popping out and transforming into two blades wrapped in green waaagh energy, their serrated edges vibrating at high speed, emitting a teeth-grinding buzzing sound.
The electric bass's long handle flipped and extended, the axe blade unfolded, transforming into a giant battle axe taller than a person.
The two drumsticks then ejected hard, blunt hammer blades, transforming them into two warhammers.
"Sizzle!!!"
The double blades struck the Helbrute's mechanical legs first, the serrated edges easily slicing through the armor and pipes, sparks Mars.
Before the Helbrute could react, the giant axe followed closely, slamming into the main cannon's interface and bending and deforming the Assault Cannon's barrel.
Before the target could retreat, the twin drumsticks slammed heavily onto the Helbrute's chest armor.
"Bang! Bang!" After two muffled loud thuds, the thick Adamantium armor dented, and the internal pipes and flesh were instantly churned into a mess by the immense force.
The entire attack was fluid and seamless, like a frenetic metal band performance, each strike hitting the most critical point.
The Helbrute let out a painful mechanical roar, its Chaos flesh writhing wildly in an attempt to repair its damaged parts.
But Toothy didn't give it a chance to breathe. The unicycle base exerted force, and the entire mecha began to spin rapidly in place.
The six weapons spun, tracing perfect, deathly arcs.
Double-edged cutting, giant axe cleaving, double hammer smashing...
A complete offensive cycled repeatedly in the spinning, the sounds of metal tearing, flesh breaking, and bones shattering intertwined, becoming the wildest accompaniment.
Another Helbrute rushed in to provide support was struck in the side armor by a spinning axe blade as soon as it entered the attack range.
It staggered backward, a deep gash ripped into its armor, exposing the bone. Crimson blood gushed out from the wound, sizzling and smoking under the burning green Waaagh energy.
In just a few dozen seconds, the two Helbrute that had once stumped the Imperial Army were torn to pieces.
Armor fragments, broken pipes, and charred flesh and blood parts flew wildly to both sides like prey being torn apart.
When the spinning mechs finally stopped, the two Helbrute lay collapsed on the ground, their core furnaces shattered.
The internal Chaos engine completely shut down, leaving only a few scattered sparks dancing on the wreckage.
Toothy shook its six mechanical arms, and the weapons quickly switched back to musical instrument mode.
He strummed a guitar string, producing a high-pitched strum, and said smugly, "That's not even enough to warm me up!"
At the edge of the plaza, the remaining three Chaos Knight mechs stopped their charge upon seeing this.
The driver looked at the remains of the two Helbrute, then at the ever-growing tide of Orks in the distance, and began to assess the danger level of Toothy.
Before they could make a decision, a sharp whooshing sound suddenly came from the sky.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Three heavy, resounding crashes landed on the plaza in succession, sending rubble and dust billowing into the sky, and the earth trembled violently three times.
As the smoke cleared, three massive mechs stood firmly opposite the Chaos Knight.
They are over ten meters tall, and their general outline still retains the crooked, wild, wasteland punk vibe of the ancient Orks Gargant.
Spikes, graffiti, exposed pipes, and cobbled-together armor plates—it looks crudely made, yet exudes a fierce and fearless aura.
However, unlike traditional Gargant, they have a large number of biochemical components that do not belong to the Orks.
The joints are wrapped with Tyranids muscle fibers, providing explosive power far exceeding that of pure machinery.
Chitinous gland-like cannons protruded from both sides of the shoulder armor, their nozzles gleaming with a corrosive green light.
The most eye-catching feature is the pair of large chitinous wings on its back, with a wingspan of only fifteen meters. This is ridiculously small for a ten-meter-tall heavy mech and is completely aerodynamic.
But with the blessing of the Orks " Power of Belief ", these seemingly flashy but impractical wings can flap and create a gale, carrying iron lumps weighing thousands of tons down from the sky.
Although it wasn't flying very fast and its posture was a bit wobbly, this was already an epic-level enhancement in maneuverability.
Tyranid Gargant...
Lynn named these creations in his mind.
The wild brutality of the Orks combined with the bio-mechanical weirdness of the Tyranids creates a bizarre and absurd creation, like a nightmare spawned by the Catachan hallucinogenic mushrooms.
The next second, the three Tyranid Gargant moved.
Propelled by their tracks, they charged straight toward the Chaos Knight, their gland cannons firing first, sending thick, green, acidic blasts hurtling toward the enemy like cannonballs.
"Fire! Stop them!" Luna shouted, and the Volcano Cannon and plasma cannon roared simultaneously, scorching energy beams meeting the acid plumes and exploding into clouds of pungent fumes in mid-air.
An ion shield glowed around the knight, firmly blocking the splashing acid.
However, the shield's energy readings were plummeting, with corrosive energy relentlessly gnawing at the shield's structure like a leech.
"Damn it, what the hell is that?!" the pilot cursed, wielding his Chainsword as he charged forward.
The three Tyranid Gargant were not to be outdone. Some swung their huge flails, some spewed out even thicker acid mist, and some simply flapped their wings and briefly took to the air, smashing down on the knight's head.
The deafening clang of metal colliding was deafening.
Chaos Knight's Chainsword struck the armor of the Tyranid Gargant, easily tearing through the outer layer of scrap metal, but was stuck by the tough inner chitinous shell, unable to penetrate any further.
The Tyranid Gargant's counterattack was incredibly fierce. Its massive Power Claw gripped the knight's mechanical arm tightly, and acid seeped in through the gaps, corroding the internal wiring and flesh.
Green biological sap and metal scraps splattered across the battlefield, each collision accompanied by a piercing tearing sound.
Three teams clashed against three teams, and the match was fiercely contested.
The Ork Boyz around them were going crazy.
"Wow! That's amazing!"
"This is what war should be! This is what we want!"
Howling, they charged even more frantically at the routed Chaos forces, hacking and slashing, spraying acid, and felling the defeated enemy piece by piece.
The entire plaza was engulfed in a frenzied battle atmosphere. The Waaagh Field field surged, even causing the Tyranid Gargant's attack power to increase slightly.
While the ground battle raged fiercely, the outcome in the skies had already been decided.
Atia, piloting the tattered Disc of Tzeentch, fled in disarray through the clouds.
His robes were tattered and torn, his helmet was nowhere to be found, revealing a pale, distorted face beneath, with black blood constantly spilling from the corners of his mouth.
The flames of the Brazier of Ten Thousand Souls had long since died out, the sealed souls within had been completely consumed, and even the furnace itself had developed fine cracks.
Behind them, the damned Dragon of Frost was still hot on their heels.
The icy blue breath and Psychic Power attacks were ever-present, leaving frost on the disc with every glancing blow.
Atia used all his Psychic Power magic and evasion skills, but he still couldn't shake off the terrifying behemoth behind him.
He knew in his heart that he had been wrong from the very beginning.
He underestimated the Psychic Power power of this " Dragon of Frost," and even more so its near-unbeatable Psychic Power resistance.
All Psychic Power spells struck it as if they had sunk to the bottom of the sea, while every attack from the opponent made its soul tremble.
" Luna... Luna, where are you?!" Atia screamed frantically in the Psychic Power link network, but received no response.
Unbeknownst to him, Luna was being thrown into the air by the aftershocks of the explosion and was barely able to protect herself, let alone care about him.
"It's over." A cold, emotionless female voice echoed in Atia's mind.
Rena was too lazy to deal with him anymore.
Purple light surged from the dragon's eyes, and an invisible spiritual shock condensed into a single point, slamming fiercely into Atia's soul core.
This time, the Brazier of Ten Thousand Souls was no match for it.
"Ah!!!" Atia let out a heart-wrenching scream, as if his brain had been pierced by a red-hot iron rod.
The Disc of Tzeentch beneath him also went out of control instantly, shaking violently in the air before shattering with a "crack".
Having lost his means of transportation, his body plummeted towards the castle below, like a kite with a broken string.
Rena flapped her wings and swooped down.
The cold left claw gathered concentrated Psychic Power energy, its tip gleaming with a deadly purple light.
"Tear!" The claws easily tore through the Power Armour, cleanly ripping apart half of Atia's body.
Flesh and entrails flew through the air, and blood rained down.
Atia didn't even have time to let out a final scream before his consciousness plunged into endless darkness.