Chapter 227: War Hammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Bug Race

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Lin En had considered forcing his way through, relying on the power of the Three Great Clans to forcibly conquer one of them and tear open this "Resistance Arc."

But Sis firmly disagreed; his duty was as a Supervisor sent by Lianggenna.

His core mission was to restrict Chandler's power, maintain the stability of Karl II, not to provoke a full-scale civil war prematurely.

Once fighting broke out, the entire Karl II would fall into chaos, and he couldn't give Lianggenna, far away in Dolido, an explanation.

Lin En could only helplessly give up this idea.

And the Evil Moon Clan, whose foundation was the richest in Karl II, always maintained an attitude of neutral observation.

They did business with the Sis Camp, selling rare metals and weapons to the Fire Shadow Clan, and renting Tech Boss kids to Lin En.

They also did business with the Death Skull Clan, providing raw materials for Chandler's workshop, offending neither side and making money from both.

So no matter who won in the end, they were sure to profit without loss.

Lin En didn't plan to move against them either; the Evil Moon Clan's foundation was deep, and if they were truly pushed to Chandler's side, it would be more trouble than it was worth.

But even though expansion was blocked, after these several campaigns, Sis's prestige had still reached an unprecedented peak.

The Green Skins of Karl II, from the beginning only seeing him as a "Psyker Monster" sent by Lianggenna,

as an Outlier who only hid behind the scenes, to now, the kids on every street and alley had "Big Boss Sis" on their lips.

They said it was Big Boss Sis who led them to repel the humans' two-pronged attack, it was Big Boss Sis who suppressed the lingering Bug Race, it was Big Boss Sis who held Karl II.

Compared to Chandler, who always stayed in seclusion and didn't even show his face, Sis was the real Big Boss who led them in fighting, led them in waaaagh.

And the Green Skins' waaagh force field was always the most honest.

The more the kids felt someone waaagh, the more they worshipped him, and whoever could gain powerful strength from this force field that gathered the mysterious power of the entire race.

Inside the Karl II Core Area, Sis sat alone on a vacant seat, eyes closed, feeling the surging green psychic energy around him.

He could clearly feel that his psychic strength had surged by nearly double compared to a month ago.

The psychic storm that previously required his full strength and careful delicacy to release now only needed a thought to form.

Now he could rely on psychic energy to make a floating metal nail precisely pass through a keyhole several hundred meters away.

His fine control over psychic energy had reached an unprecedented level.

He slowly opened his eyes, looking at his palm.

Green psychic energy flowed like water within his body, warm and majestic power flowing through his meridians to every corner of his body.

This was the first time in his life he had experienced this feeling.

From the day he awakened his psychic power, he was an Outlier.

Other Green Skin kids excluded him, feared him, saying he was an abnormal monster.

Until he was discovered by Lianggenna in a waaagh, did he have a place to belong.

From then on, he willingly became the sharpest blade in Lianggenna's hand, the green leaf behind him.

Always standing in the shadows, never standing under the sunlight.

Nor had he ever been worshipped by so many kids.

Let alone the pleasure of being wrapped in a waaagh force field, with strength constantly surging forth on its own.

This feeling was like being used to drinking the lowest-quality kaoliang liquor, and suddenly drinking the jade nectar only the emperor could drink.

One sip, and it made people intoxicated, unable to extricate themselves.

This was a temptation no Beastman could resist.

He looked at the Big Guys of the Three Great Clans standing respectfully in the palace below.

So many powerful Green Skins had to wait for his orders, looking at all the Green Skins of the entire Karl II cheering for him.

A switch in his heart was opened at this moment.

He originally only wanted to complete Lianggenna's mission, hold Karl II, and restrict Chandler's ambition.

But now, he felt the surging power within him, looked at the clans submitting to him, and the constantly growing waaagh force field.

A thought, like wild grass, grew wildly in his heart uncontrollably.

Why could he only be a knife in others' hands?

Big Boss Liang Ge Nao only needed a good general who could watch over Karl II.

He, Giant Foot·Sis, how could he not be this good general?

Clear and cold moonlight shone on Sis through the huge floor-to-ceiling window of the dome.

The psychic power on him constantly overflowed, like a giant beast just awakened, letting out a low roar.

Karl II had maintained a balance for nearly a year, and at this moment, a crack appeared.

Below, Lin En, who smelled ambition growing, slowly revealed a smile in his eyes.

The Karl II Core Area had been shrouded in a restless psychic fluctuation for three days.

The most core area of this space station was once the quietest place in all of Karl II.

In the past, Sis could always sit on the main seat for several days, converging all his psychic power like an old monk in meditation.

Except for Lianggenna's communication, the noise of the outside world almost couldn't disturb him in the slightest.

But now, in the spacious hall, Sis paced back and forth irritably, his huge soles stepping on the floor, emitting a dull echo.

With every step, fine sparks burst from his soles, burning small char marks on the floor.

The spirit energy around him had grown so rich it was nearly materializing, and the terrifying pressure of an Alpha-level Esper spilled out uncontrollably.

The metal candelabra on both sides of the hall were flung askew by an invisible force, as were the Grot Esper users guarding outside the hall.

They were all left breathless by this restless pressure, faces pale as death, not daring to lift their heads.

Ever since half a month ago, when he first experienced the power surge brought by the waaagh Force Field, Siss had been completely hooked.

He finally understood why those Green Skin Big Guys fought tooth and nail to be Big Boss.

Why even in death, they would fight for the title of "most waaagh."

The feeling of being worshipped by thousands of Grots, of Soul Faith, of an endless waaagh Force Field surrounding his body, making his strength grow stronger every day.

More addictive than the strongest Mushroom Wine; once tasted, it could never be quit.

But lately, the Space Station had been too peaceful, which was irritating.

The two Imperial Fleets outside, as if by agreement, stayed motionless at the Edge of the Outer Areas, not even carrying out small-scale harassment.

The annoying Bug Race Fleet had vanished completely, not throwing a single Spore Sac at Kal II anymore.

No war, no slaughter, and the Grots' spirits just couldn't be roused.

Even with waaaghGP races whetting their Appetite, the waaagh Force Field was still growing.

But only slowly, and without any real impact.

For Siss, who had already tasted the explosive growth brought by war, this rate of increase was not worth a glance.

In his heart, it was as if a claw kept scratching, urgently wanting to launch a new war, a new waaagh!

Only blood and slaughter could ignite the Grots' fanaticism, and only then could his strength rise to a higher level.