Chapter 233: War Hammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

With his roar, the scattered wreckage, alloy steel plates, and scrap armor around him, as if drawn by a storm, crazily converged toward the center of the hall.

In just one second, a huge metal tornado with a diameter of ten meters formed.

Under the impetus of Sith's psychic power, the tornado's destructive force became even more terrifying.

With a shrill cry that tore the air, it blew toward the laboratory.

Wherever it passed, not a blade of grass grew.

Whoosh—screech!!!

The violent tornado, carrying unstoppable momentum, surged into the depths of the laboratory; machine tools, furnaces, and parts racks along the way were crushed into pieces.

Metal fragments and smoke dust instantly enveloped the entire laboratory.

Sith stood before the laboratory, his whole body tense, staring fixedly at the depths of the smoke-filled laboratory.

He could feel a terrifying force field carrying the breath of steel and faith.

It was rising crazily in the smoke; a terrifying giant beast was awakening.

Uneasy, Sith once again activated his psychic power, condensing the metal fragments that the tornado had crushed from the environment together.

A huge iron ball over three meters in diameter gradually took shape.

Sith held it up with one hand; the iron ball spun crazily in his hand, kinetic energy constantly accumulating.

Finally, Sith leaned back and threw the ball out.

Waaagh spell, wtfk another big iron ball!

The iron ball's initial velocity was terrifyingly fast, shaking away the thick smoke and dust.

But the next second, a huge steel iron claw covered in thick armor suddenly stretched out from the smoke and dust.

It precisely caught the scrap ball still spinning at high speed.

No matter how crazily the iron ball spun, it could not break free from that iron claw by a hair's breadth.

Finally, amidst the piercing sound of metal distortion, it was forcibly pinched into a lump of scrap iron.

The smoke and dust slowly dispersed, and a thirty-meter-tall iron giant appeared before everyone's eyes.

The mecha's shape was like a square pyramid wide at the bottom and narrow at the top, like an iron...

At the position of the mountain tower's spire was Mao Ge's hideous head image, two eyes made of red lenses emitting a bloodthirsty red light.

Its whole body was welded with weapon arrays; four twin-linked Big Boom Guns were mounted on its shoulders, the cannon mouths still slightly hot.

Its left hand was a green-skin chain hammer meteor hammer combining a chainsaw and a war hammer, every link on the chain welded with spikes.

Its right hand was a pair of huge metal jaws covered in fangs—the signature weapon of the Ork mecha, the Crusher.

Those terrifying giant jaws capable of biting off a Titan mecha's limbs made a teeth-grating metal friction sound every time they opened and closed.

And embedded in its abdomen was a super-heavy cannon with a caliber reaching an exaggerated three meters—the Crusher Cannon.

Seeing it, Sith actually felt an impulse to worship and bow down.

"Gaunt..."

In the Fire Shadow Clan's team, Lin En looked at the iron giant, his pupils suddenly contracting, unable to help but softly utter this name.

He didn't expect Chandler to actually build something like this.

This is the Ork Race's ground ultimate killer, Mao Er Ge's steel incarnation, matching the Human Empire's Raider-class Titan, its level exceeding Knight Mechas.

That an Ork mecha of this level could be manufactured itself meant it had received Mao Er Ge's tacit approval.

It was the ultimate crystallization of the Ork Waaagh force field and Wo Xun Si's power.

No wonder Sith felt an impulse to worship and bow down in his heart the moment he saw it.

To the Orks, this mecha was the concrete manifestation of their god in the mortal world.

"This... what on earth is this?"

Sith's voice carried a trace of barely concealed astonishment.

He could feel that this mecha contained a terrifying power capable of crushing him—the power gathered from the entire Death Skull Clan's Waaagh faith.

But his astonishment lasted less than half a second.

The Gaunt Mecha's head lens red light flashed once; its huge steel foot stomped heavily on the ground, and the ground of the entire core district trembled violently.

Its left arm swept horizontally; the meteor hammer carrying a wind-breaking sound smashed toward Sith like lightning!

Sith had no time to think, instantly condensing three layers of Spirit Shields before him.

But when the meteor hammer struck the shield, like an iron hammer smashing glass, the three layers of Spirit Shields shattered layer by layer instantly; the huge impact force passed through the shield and slammed heavily onto him.

Sith was directly blasted away, slamming heavily into a steel pillar; a mouthful of green blood uncontrollably spurted from his mouth.

"Sith! Aren't you very good at fighting?!"

Chandler's roar came from inside the Gaunt Mecha's cockpit, carrying a mad laugh.

He directly piloted this unfinished Ultimate Mecha, taking big strides after the fallen Sith, all weapons on his body opening fire simultaneously!

The roar of the shoulder-mounted Big Boom Guns, the hydraulic sound of the Crusher, the charging hum of the Crusher Cannon—together they composed a symphony of destruction.

Chandler had completely gone mad, not caring at all that this was Kal II's core district, recklessly pouring out firepower.

The dense firepower was destroying everything; the Conference Hall was instantly riddled with holes, the dome collapsing directly.

The hard alloy walls, under the heavy cannon's bombardment, shattered into sky-filling powder.

At this moment, Sith displayed the terrifying control power brought by his surging spirit energy.

He wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, his figure constantly teleporting amid the cannon fire; every flicker precisely evaded Chandler's cannon fire prediction.

His spirit energy vision had long since locked onto every weapon interface of the mecha; the moment Chandler's cannon mouth charged up,

he had already predicted the landing point of the cannon shell; even when occasionally hit by a stray bullet, the spirit energy shield around him could instantly deflect the shrapnel and shockwave directly.

"Just this much ability? Chandler!"

Sith roared in anger, his hands closing together before his chest; five spirit energy grots suddenly exhausted their strength and collapsed to the ground.

A green fireball formed in his palm, like a miniature sun, carrying destructive power, smashing heavily toward the cockpit position of the Gaunt Mecha.

Boom!!!

The spirit energy fireball exploded violently on the mecha's chest; blinding green light instantly devoured the entire hall.

But when the radiance dispersed, no one had expected this.

On the Gaunt Mecha's armor, not even a single scratch was left.

A layer of faint green fluorescence flowed across the mecha's surface, forcibly withstanding Sith's terrifying blow.

This is the most terrifying aspect of this mecha.

Its shield no longer needs to rely on any mechanical shield generator.

All green skins who believe in Chandler, the waaagh force field formed by their convergence, acts directly on the mecha itself, making it indestructible.

But Chandler in the cockpit had not the slightest ease; instead his complexion grew increasingly ugly.

He could feel that this mecha's strength was far below his expectation.

The force field armor that should have taken Sith's spirit energy fireball without any pressure actually rippled violently just now.

But the reason is simple: nearly half of the waaagh force field of the entire Kal II was divided away by Sith.

The power of faith converging on him and the mecha was only about two-thirds of its peak period.

More importantly, this Gaunt Mecha is still not a complete body.

He must fight a quick decisive battle; once Sith finds a flaw in the mecha, the consequences will be unthinkable.