Chapter 248

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

"That waste of space Sith, couldn't even beat a single insect, serves him right that he died!"

"Exactly exactly!" A Grot from the Evil Moon Clan waved his whip in agreement.

"Once Big Boss Chandler finishes cleaning up this insect, we'll charge in and chop those shrimps into meat paste!"

"Then tear down their tanks to build new Mecha!"

The Red Boys of the Evil Sun Clan even revved their Space Motorcycles, circling the Gaunt Mecha, shouting as they drove:

"Red is fast, Big Boss Chandler spins the fastest, so Big Boss Chandler is the most waaaagh!"

After Sith died, a portion of Green Skins adept at reading the wind immediately joined Chandler's camp.

To them, who the Big Boss was didn't matter, as long as he was waaaaagh enough!

The smoke gradually dispersed, and Lena Dahan stood up again from the burning wreckage of the Armor Vehicle.

She moved her six limbs which were somewhat numb, the cracks on her carapace healing at a speed visible to the naked eye under the effect of her powerful Regeneration Ability.

Her cold Vertical Pupils stared dead at the still rapidly spinning Gaunt Mecha, revealing a solemn expression for the first time.

The power of that blow just now far exceeded her expectations.

The current Gork Spinning Top not only possesses the Mecha's own mechanical strength.

It is the concentrated Great Power of the collective will of hundreds of millions of Green Skins across the entire Kal II.

But Lena didn't care, she charged again.

This time, she attempted to circle around from the right side to bypass the Meteor Hammer's defense circle and attack the Gaunt's leg hydraulic Joints.

But the Gaunt's spin speed was simply too fast; no matter which direction she attacked from, she would be forced back by the spinning Meteor Hammer.

She tried seven times in a row, each ending in failure.

The best attempt merely left a wound three meters long and half a meter deep on the Gaunt's armor.

But for a giant Mecha thirty meters tall, that didn't count for anything at all.

Lin En stood on the turret of the Cold Peak Super Heavy Tank, his Eyebrows furrowing slightly.

He fiddled with a Bomb Shell casing in his hand, his Gaze fixed tightly on the spinning Gaunt Mecha.

He had also underestimated the power of this Ultimate Mecha.

To build it, Chandler had nearly exhausted the Death Skull Clan's savings of several years, even going so far as to dismantle his own new Flagship to obtain Materials.

This Mecha condensed the Wisdom of all the Tech Boss Grotz within the Kal II Death Skull Clan, and even more so condensed the imagination of countless Beastmen for the "Strongest War Machine".

"Not right......." Lin En suddenly stopped the movement in his hand, muttering to himself in a low voice.

"His current state is clearly operating unconsciously; perhaps the Mecha's rotation has nothing to do with Chandler at all?"

His eyes suddenly lit up, an absurd idea emerging in his mind.

Since he couldn't kill the Chandler inside, couldn't break this rotating wall of Steel, why not first make this damn Spinning Top stop.

"Lena!" Lin En communicated via Mental Link.

"Don't force the charge anymore! He's just a giant Spinning Top right now, whip him opposite to his rotation direction, use force to cancel out his spin speed, whip him to a stop."

"Good!"

Lena Dahan immediately halted her charging Footsteps.

She took a Deep Breath, her Cerebral Organ emitting a dazzling blue light pulse, all her Psychic Energy condensing in her Right Hand.

The scattered mechanical wreckage and Metal Fragments in the Surroundings were drawn by an invisible force, frantically converging toward her Right Hand.

Metal Fragments Entangled and smelted in her hand.

In just a few seconds, a giant metal whip one hundred twenty meters long and over 1.2 meters in diameter took shape in her hand.

The Surface of the long whip was covered in a layer of Pale Purple Psychic Energy.

Lena Dahan named it "Tyranid Whip".

This is the perfect combination of Insect Swarm Will and material force.

Lena Dahan gripped the long whip tight, her arm fiercely snapping back.

Then she used all her body's strength, whipping fiercely downward opposite to the Gork Spinning Top's rotation direction.

"Crack!!!"

A crisp, loud whip crack, like a thunderclap, exploded across the entire Core District.

Lena Dahan holding the long whip, like an angry deity, punishing the subjects who defied Him.

The long whip brought a howling wind sound, viciously lashing the side of the Gaunt Mecha.

The instant the whip tip touched the Mecha, it triggered a sonic boom.

The tremendous Impact force caused the Gaunt's rotation to fiercely pause, the entire fuselage tilting several degrees to the left.

Although the long whip was quickly flung away by the Spinning Top's rotational force, and Lena was also knocked back three steps by the recoil.

But her Perception, exaggerated to the extreme, detected that the Gaunt's spin speed had truly slowed by at least one thousandth.

It works!

Lena Dahan's eyes lit up.

She swung the Tyranid Whip again, once, twice, precisely whipping opposite to the Gork Spinning Top's rotation direction.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

Crisp whip cracks rang out rhythmically in the core district, falling incessantly upon the Gaunt Mecha.

Each lash made the Gaunt Mecha's frame tilt, and its rotation speed dropped a notch.

Any Green Skin attempting to step forward and stop Lena was casually whipped into meat paste by her.

The purple long whip danced through the air; wherever it passed, flesh and blood flew, and no one dared block it.

The entire battlefield saw the Green Skins fall into a massive disadvantage.

On one side, the well-equipped Brevis Expeditionary Force was carrying out a one-sided slaughter against the Green Skins fleeing in all directions.

The Leman Russ Tank's tracks kept rolling over Green Skin corpses, and the Hellhound Tank's massive Tiberium reserve tanks allowed it to continuously spew lethal flames.

The Expeditionary Force veterans, seemingly tireless, kept reaping the lives of Grots.

Outside the core district, Green Skins who sensed something was wrong and tried to reinforce were not only intercepted by the Expeditionary Force, but also by those damn Insects!

They landed en masse from another direction of the Shrimp Fleet, their numbers more than ten times the previous amount.

With their defensive facilities utterly destroyed, the Green Skins instantly fell into a bitter struggle.

Short-handed, they had no chance whatsoever to reinforce the core district.

And the most powerful, most awe-inspiring War Boss on the entire Kal II, Iron Pliers Chandler.

Was piloting the Ultimate Mecha he took pride in, had poured his heart and soul into forging, on the Central Plaza of the core district.

Being whipped madly by a gigantic blue-white Insect like a street urchin's toy top.

And after being whipped for so long, Chandler surprisingly showed not a trace of resistance.

Forget counterattacking — he didn't even utter a single curse.

Gradually, the Green Skins' frenzied cheers died down.

All Green Skins stared blankly at that bizarre scene on the Central Plaza, their expressions shifting from excitement to bewilderment.

Then from bewilderment to awkwardness, finally turning into barely concealed contempt.

"Say, what the hell is Boss Chandler doing?"

A Snake Bite Clan Grot scratched his head and asked quietly.

"Why won't he fight back? Spinning this long, isn't he dizzy?"

"Who knows......" The Blood Axe Grot beside him curled his lip.

"Maybe he's charging a super move? Spin ten thousand circles and unleash a world-destroying ultimate?"

"Super move my ass! He's taken over five hundred lashes already; if he keeps charging a super move he'll be whipped into scrap iron!"

"Could it be...... Boss Chandler really spun himself dizzy?"

"Shh, keep it down! You want to get hacked to death by Death Skull people?"

A particularly bold Grot, hiding behind a pile of ruins, softly hummed:

"Hear you say~"

The few Grots beside him froze a moment, then subconsciously chimed in:

"Hey, what're we saying?"

"Watch the top in foreign wars~"

"Ah, still watching the top, huh?"

"Roadside lump of dung, whipped into a top by bugs~"

This nursery rhyme had a simple tune and blunt lyrics; it struck right at the heart of every Green Skin.

Before long, the song spread rapidly among the Green Skins like a virus.

First the Slum Grots and Grots, then ordinary Big Guys, finally even some Death Skull Clan Bodyguards couldn't help but secretly hum along.

And the more it spread, the richer and more biting the lyrics became.

"Screw Chandler, everyone steps on your head~"

"No battle merits, got a temper, beaten like a ball~"