Chapter 242

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

"One versus seven!!!"

Yaduoduo's heart-rending wail pierced through the smoke and cannon fire, echoing in the narrow corridor at the core district exit.

The surrounding Naruto Grots all turned their heads, unable to conceal the grief on their faces.

But while everyone's attention was drawn to that "Fated Death" orb of light.

No one noticed that behind the "Shadow Variation" Knight Mecha, a dimensional gate with edges shimmering with multicolored light had already quietly opened.

Chaotic energy surged within the gate, and the outline of the Precept Ruler Ship Cabin could be faintly seen inside.

The corner of Luna's mouth curled into a smug smile.

As a believer of the Lord of Change, she had never once thought of perishing together with Lin En.

Assessing the situation, preserving oneself, harvesting victory through schemes and tricks, and retreating as the best of the thirty-six stratagems — that was the way of survival engraved in her very bones.

Just now, when casting the dimensional gate, Luna also used Twin Casting.

One to guide the "Fated Death" light orb, precisely bypassing defenses to kill Lin En.

The other was the escape route she left for herself.

Taking advantage of everyone being drawn to Lin En's "death," taking advantage of Lena Dahan's attention being entirely focused on Lin En's remains.

Even Sisi was still stunned by that terrifying annihilation energy; Luna piloted the mecha, pushing the thrusters to their limit.

The scar-ridden "Shadow Variation" plunged like a bolt of lightning into the dimensional gate behind it.

This was her escape route!

"Full retreat! Repeat, full retreat!" Luna barked into the encrypted communication channel, her voice holding not a trace of reluctance.

"All who can move, follow me into the dimensional gate immediately! Abandon all heavy equipment and wounded!"

The officers of the Luna Fleet had long since prepared to flee.

Seeing the commander-in-chief withdraw first, they had not a shred of fighting spirit left; they turned one after another, scrambling toward the dimensional gate.

The Chimera Armored Vehicles' engines let out piercing roars, tracks rolling over comrades' corpses.

The few surviving Squire Knights engaged maximum thrust, not hesitating to ram aside friendly infantry blocking the way.

No one looked back at those abandoned comrades.

For this Chaos-corrupted troop, loyalty and honor had long since become the cheapest things in existence.

The dimensional gate slowly closed after the last officer rushed in.

Leaving behind only a ground littered with weapons and equipment, burning armored vehicle wreckage, and thousands of Miscellaneous Soldiers who had no time to escape.

These abandoned soldiers, watching the Green Skins surrounding them with hungry gazes, eyes flashing with bloodthirsty red light, wore expressions of despair.

Answering them was the Green Skins' WAAAGH! roar.

"Kill these shrimps! Avenge the One-vs-Seven Big Boss!"

"Tear them apart! Chop off their heads to make wine cups!"

In barely ten minutes, all the abandoned Imperial soldiers were slaughtered to the last man, not a single intact corpse left behind.

Dark red blood flowed across the ground, mixed with the Green Skins' green bodily fluids, the stench unbearable.

But the shrimps' deaths did not end this battle.

The scent of blood and the thrill of killing, like the most potent mushroom wine, completely ignited the Grots' belligerent genes.

The Green Skins who had just been fighting side by side against humans now turned their weapons on each other.

A Death Skull Clan Grot casually snatched the plasma rifle a Naruto Grot beside him had just confiscated.

The Naruto Grot didn't say a word either, backhanding a knife straight into his gut.

A Goff Clan Big Guy, displeased by an Evil Sun Clan red space motorcycle, swung his giant axe and split the bike in two.

The Evil Sun Grots immediately swarmed in, brawling with the Goff men.

Even the spectators who had just been drinking and boasting together on the grandstand quickly grasped the situation, trading punches that rapidly escalated into a large-scale brawl.

"Death Skull scum! Give back my plasma gun!"

"Evil Sun red-skinned ghosts! Pay for my motorcycle!"

"Whoever has the biggest fist makes the rules! WAAAGH!"

Warfire, centered on the core district exit, spread across the entire Kal II like a prairie fire.

On the middle-level platforms, Green Skins drove all manner of modified combat vehicles, ramming each other and wildly sweeping with vehicle-mounted weapons.

In the corridors, Grots of different clans formed ranks, engaging in bloody melee with cold weapons.

In the port, both sides' warships opened fire on each other; shells landed in the moored docks, triggering a chain of violent explosions.

The Green Skins who had just been mourning the "One-vs-Seven Big Boss" had long since thrown their grief to the back of their minds, immersed in the pleasure of slaughter.

This civil war instigated single-handedly by Lin En, catalyzed by the human invasion, finally ignited the entire planet.

Sisi stood atop the ruins, gazing down at the chaotic battlefield below, his face dark enough to drip water.

Psychic energy surged uncontrollably around him, and the surrounding gravel floated into the air.

"Everyone stop!!!" he roared with psychic-amplified voice, the sound like thunder rolling across the entire core district.

"The shrimps have been driven off! No more fratricide! Chandler! Halt your men!"

But his roar, amid the WAAAGH! roars of billions of Green Skins, amounted to nothing.

Not a single Green Skin listened to him.

The Grots with bloodshot eyes were still hacking at each other madly, and a few Greenskins who had lost their minds even turned their gun muzzles toward Sisk.

Sisk casually unleashed a Psyker Lightning bolt, splitting those few who didn't know better into charred corpses.

Yet he still could not stop this massive civil war.

More Greenskins surged in from every clan camp, joining the melee; the situation had completely spiraled out of control.

He finally realized that relying on him alone, it was absolutely impossible to stop all this.

Unless he could set aside his grudge with Chandler and join forces, using absolute firepower and authority to suppress this chaos sweeping across all of Kal II.

Sisk's gaze turned toward the Hall not far away.

There, the Gaunt Mecha was still spinning at high speed.

Chandler's "Gyro King" performance had already lasted a full hour.

He seemed completely immersed in the pleasure of spinning, utterly unaware of what was happening outside.

Every weapon on the Gaunt was still firing wildly — shoulder cannons, Crushers, Crusher Cannons, every port capable of firing was pouring out ammunition, utterly indiscriminate between friend and foe.

Even more absurd, quite a few Greenskins who innately worshipped power, like foolish roe deer, charged at the Gork Spinning Top one after another.

Shouting "So Waaagh!" "Big Boss Chandler is awesome!" from their mouths.

Then, without any surprise, they were minced into flesh puppets by stray bullets flying in all directions or metal fragments flying out.

Yet even so, the Greenskins behind kept rushing forward without hesitation; in their view, to die under such a Waaagh attack was itself a kind of glory.

The Gaunt's rotation speed even grew faster and faster because of these Greenskins' cheers and worship.

The Waaagh Field around the Mecha also kept strengthening, making its firepower ever more fierce.

The entire Square's Ground was plowed by cannon fire again and again, turning into a piece of Ruins.