Chapter 230: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

The roaring of the cannons shook the entire space station until it trembled.

The purge war against the Evil Moon Clan had already raged for seven full days and nights.

No one expected that this seemingly advantageous assault would ultimately devolve into a sky-darkening war of attrition.

As the second-largest power on Kal II after the Death Skull Clan, the Evil Moon Clan's accumulated resources far exceeded everyone's imagination.

The wealthy Evil Moon Clan's main camp was located in the heart of Kal II's Middle Defense Circle.

The surroundings were welded full of permanent Big Boom Gun turrets and Shield Generators, and the fleet even had two Zhu Liang Ji.

One Evil Moon Clan-exclusive modified "Gold-Eating Beast" Battlecruiser, one "Gold-Plated Fang" Cruiser.

Both Zhu Liang Ji were filled with the Evil Moon Clan's usual style, their firepower so lavish it could make every Green Skin on the space station envious.

Even though Sas had first struck and slaughtered a batch of Big Guys from the Evil Moon Clan.

The Three Great Clans' fleets seized the initiative, blowing up one-third of the Evil Moon Clan's docked warships at the very start of the war.

Yet they still could not swallow this colossus in one gulp.

What the Evil Moon Clan lacked least was teeth and equipment.

They used countless Premium Big Teeth to raise the most wandering Tech Bosses on all of Kal II.

The warehouses were piled high with inexhaustible weapons, armor, and ammunition.

Even if the fleet was crippled, they could, within a few hours, convert abandoned warship wrecks into mobile Cannon Turrets.

Even if the camp walls were blown down, they could immediately weld new Defensive Fortifications.

The battlefield completely turned into a meat grinder.

The Fire Shadow Clan's purple assault craft swarms, like flocks of crows, charged toward Evil Moon's port again and again.

But they were beaten back time and again by dense anti-air firepower, with countless assault craft blown into sky-filling Metal Fragments by cannons in midair.

The Evil Sun Clan's Red Boys rode high-speed space motorcycles, playing with their lives as they skimmed the Ground in charges, wanting to blow up Evil Moon's turrets.

But they were mowed down in swathes by Evil Moon kids using rapid-fire Da Ba Bas.

The Blood Axe Clan's agent kids infiltrated the camp to assassinate, but were counter-ambushed by Blood Axe traitors hired by the Evil Moon Clan with money.

Both sides engaged in bloody close-quarters slaughter in the narrow Underground Passage.

To maximally weaken the Evil Moon Fleet's strength in the first wave of air raids, the Fire Shadow Clan's bomber group dropped vast quantities of combustion shells.

This ghostly thing tinkered together by Wo Xun Si's power had a burning intensity even more terrifying than the Empire's Tiberium Combustion Shells.

Once ignited, it could burn through Orichalcum Plate and was difficult to extinguish.

The combustion shells not only burned down Evil Moon's shipyards, but the uncontrolled fire also spread along the pipelines of the Middle Defense Circle.

Burning the surrounding anti-air turrets, supply warehouses, and Shield Generators into utter ruin.

Kal II, facing the Middle Defense Circle at the star system's Outer Areas, had nearly one-fifth destroyed in this civil war.

Inside the Warlord Hall, Sas watched the battlefield below where flames shot into the sky, his fingers trembling uncontrollably.

He could clearly feel that the damage to the Middle Defense Circle had made Kal II's barrier against external threats fragile.

A trace of regret uncontrollably welled up from the bottom of his heart.

He had originally only wanted to pull out Evil Moon, this Wall Head Grass, but never expected to have beaten Kal II's Defensive Line into this state.

But the constantly strengthening waaagh Force Field was continuously pouring power into his body.

The more intense the slaughter on the battlefield, the more fanatical the kids' Roars, and the more surging the power pouring into his body.

He could clearly feel that his Spirit Strength had surged by a large amount again in these seven days.

The pleasure of that power constantly climbing was addictive like D-grade stuff, and soon drowned out that insignificant bit of regret in his heart.

He slowly closed his eyes, letting the waaagh Force Field surge around him, and a smile he could not suppress hooked up at his Mouth Corner.

There was no going back.

From the moment he first tasted the sweetness of power and strength, he could never go back.

Even though the civil war raged sky-darkeningly, the Green Skins of Kal II had not forgotten the race they loved most.

Just when the purge war had reached its sixth day, the Second Aierfu Gao Ke Rally opened as scheduled in Kal II's far Rear.

Countless Green Skin kids who had missed the civil war packed the Grandstands of the Aierfu Gao Ke Racing Track.

Even some kids who had not fought with true fire had specially arranged a truce, to watch the match first before continuing to fight.

Sasuke rode a brand-new Squig, once again racing in the Aierfu Gao Ke for the Fire Shadow Clan.

The kids' Cheers shook the Clouds, and the waaagh Force Field once again saw a great increase.

And as the Green Skin with the strongest momentum on Kal II today, Sas once again received this vast power.

His Combat Power continued to rise.

He stood before the Observation Window, feeling the Spirit Strength surging within his body, almost bursting his physique, and was intoxicated to the point of being unable to extricate himself.

He had even begun to fantasize that after completely swallowing the Evil Moon Clan and then dealing with Chandler.

He would be able to become the most waaagh Green Skin on all of Kal II.

By then, leading the kids to launch an unprecedented Da Waaagh, smashing through the entire Star System.

Offering the entire Star System to Liang Ge Nao, letting him know how correct his initial choice of discovering him had been.

Just as he was immersed in the pleasure of power, he suddenly turned his head to look toward a certain direction.

A cold, mechanically roaring waaagh force field appeared there.

That force field, irritable and overbearing, carried the Tech Boss's unique steel breath — a breath he was incomparably familiar with, and incomparably wary of.

Iron Pliers Chandler has returned.

Deep in the Death Skull Clan's core workshop, that alloy door which had been tightly shut for nearly over a month was torn into fragments from the inside.

Chandler walked out from the smoke dust filling the sky; his height approached five meters, his whole body covered in wiring.

His armor was welded full of dense weapon interfaces and psychic suppressors, and on his back he carried a plasma giant cannon a full three meters long.

His face was hidden behind a tactical monocular, only a mouth full of bulging flesh exposed, currently biting down hard on his teeth, the rage surrounding him almost enough to ignite the surrounding air.

There was only one reason he emerged from seclusion early.

He could clearly feel that his own power was madly shrinking.