Chapter 232

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Sisi's heart skipped a beat.

He finally realized he had been maneuvered step by step by the Fire Shadow Clan onto the fire to roast.

His initial thought was merely to develop his own power base, check Chandler, and complete the Supervisory Army Mission Lianggenna had given him.

But power is like the most potent poison; once touched, it can never be quit.

Not to mention, this power could tangibly bring him a surge in strength.

And amidst the "adulation" of subordinates like Yaduoduo, he gradually lost himself.

He glanced at his own palm, and his eyes actually revealed a trace of desolation.

Now, even if he stepped forward and said he never wanted to contend with Chandler for the Warboss position, no one would believe him.

His peripheral vision swept over those behind him; the Grot of the Three Great Clans all had blazing, fervent light burning in their eyes, eager to try.

They anticipated him leading them to defeat Chandler and become the true Master of Kal II,

anticipated an even grander Waaagh, and more spoils and slaughter.

He had no way back.

Sisi slowly closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, all hesitation and awkwardness in his eyes had vanished without a trace, leaving only cold determination and blazing ambition.

Since he couldn't turn back, he might as well give it a try.

What Big Boss Lianggenna failed to do, let him accomplish!

His staff suddenly raised, black Psychic Lightning instantly erupted, like a roaming black snake pouncing at Chandler.

Chandler sensed the lethal threat instantly; without thinking, he slammed the switch on his wrist.

A pale blue Anti-Psychic Shield specifically targeting psychic attacks instantly unfolded before him.

This was equipment he had spent half a year tinkering with specifically to counter Sisi, granting immunity to all psychic attacks below Alpha-level.

But he still underestimated the current Sisi.

The very moment the shield unfolded, a second pitch-black Psychic Lightning shot out from Sisi's palm.

Dual Lightning!

So fast that besides Lin En, no one on the scene could track its trajectory!

Boom—Rumble!!!

The first Psychic Lightning slammed hard onto the Anti-Psychic Shield; the pale blue shield instantly let out a groan of unbearable strain.

Its surface rippled with dense cracks; though not shattered directly, the tremendous impact still sent Chandler, shield and all, flying back hard.

Immediately the second Psychic Lightning struck the tottering shield, shattering it completely.

So fast it was hard to follow.

The strength of these two was on a completely different level from the other Green Skins present.

The moment Sisi struck, the Fire Shadow Clan fleet, long ready for battle in Kal II's Starport, also launched its attack.

That newly completed, Purple Green-skin Aircraft Carrier the Green Skins called the "Waaagh Ship," left the dock.

The moment this behemoth exited port, relying on the top-tier Engine crafted by Evil Sun Technology Tyrant and stealth function, it abruptly appeared above the Death Skull Clan's Starport.

Rows of Hatches opened, and over a hundred Green-skin Bombers whistled out like a swarm.

A Rain of Bombs instantly poured over the Death Skull Clan's Starport.

Explosions instantly merged into a continuous roar; the Death Skull Warships docked in port, before they could even start their engines, were blown into piles of burning scrap iron.

Simultaneously, the Evil Sun Clan's Extreme Speed Fleet, coordinating with the Blood Axe Clan's Assault Fleet, launched a fierce assault on the Goff Clan and Snake Bite Clan's Camps.

The Human Fleet pressed to the city walls, yet Kal II's full-scale civil war erupted completely at this moment.

And Lin En, standing on the Hall steps, watching the Green Skins slaughtering each other below, felt his body tremble with excitement.

His plan had finally reached this most critical step!

The collision of Psychic Lightning and Plasma Beams blasted out rings of destructive shockwaves on the Core District's Square.

Sisi and Chandler's clash, in just a few moves, fully ignited into true fire.

Sisi's psychic offensive was like a violent storm; pitch-black Psychic Lightning, Psychic Blades that severed everything, Psychokinesis that could distort space.

One move after another smashed down on Chandler head-on.

Coupled with his enhanced senses and Psychic Precognition, his Combat Power was exaggerated.

Lin En watched from the side, wide-eyed and dumbstruck, unable to help but marvel that Green Skin Spirit Energy Users are also perverted.

Like the Tyranids, due to their ancient Genes, Green Skins possess their own self-contained Psychic Network and simple minds.

This allows them to use psychic powers recklessly like the Bug Race, with almost no fear of Warp Backlash.

And the gods they believe in, Mao Er Ge is not like that one slumped on the Golden Toilet.

He can truly roam the Warp.

If any shortsighted Evil Gods dare mass-enslave Green Skin souls, just wait to be beaten by those two slippery bastards.

The current Sisi was no longer that Warlord willing to serve as Chandler's Second-in-Command.

The surging Waaagh Force Field let his psychic power step into an unprecedented realm; every strike carried terrifying power enough to tear apart an Imperial Main Battle Tank.

But Chandler had long been prepared.

This Kal II's top-tier Tech Boss, in order to deal with Sith's psychic power, had long ago installed no fewer than ten Anti-Psychic Shield Generators in his own powered armor.

Whenever Sith's psychic attack came, he would instantly activate a layer of shield.

"Reaction!"

The pale blue Anti-Psychic Barrier precisely blocked the attack.

Although the shield shattered under the powerful psychic impact, it also bought him enough time to dodge.

While pulling back distance, he frantically counterattacked Sith with the plasma giant cannon on his back, roaring angrily:

"Sith, are you crazy?!"

"You actually dare to make a move on me? Was it that dead fatty Lianggenna who made you do it?!"

The scorching plasma beam grazed past Sith's side, melting a huge hole in the wall behind him.

Sith did not respond to Chandler; instead, upon hearing Chandler insult Lianggenna, his offensive became even more frantic.

After dodging the attack with another Teleportation, an ice cone condensed in Sith's hand, stabbing viciously at Chandler.

And Chandler's brain, in the fierce combat, spun rapidly.

The more he thought, the more he felt his guess was not wrong; this guy Sith has always had no interest in power.

If not for Lianggenna instigating from behind, he definitely would not dare pull this kind of stunt.

It must be that dead fatty far away in Dolido, afraid that after his mecha research succeeds, it will grow big and strong.

Wanting to use Sith's hand to eliminate himself!

Thinking of this, Chandler's anger grew even greater, yet his hand movements did not become chaotic in the slightest.

He knew very well that currently, facing Sith whose psychic power had completely lost control, he could not gain the slightest advantage.

Taking cover from a Spirit Energy Explosion, he fiercely spun around, the thrusters on his back instantly bursting with powerful thrust.

Like a cannonball, he rushed toward the laboratory not far behind him.

"Want to escape? Hmph!" Sith coldly snorted; where would he give him a chance to catch his breath.

The air around him boiled, his figure turning into a streak of green flowing light, chasing closely after Chandler.

Just as Chandler's figure darted into the Workshop's heavy Alloy Door, at the moment the door was about to close, Sith's staff kept rotating in his hand.

"Lightning Whirlwind Slash!"