Tai Shichen’s Terminator Boots crushed the ruined chanical tentacles of the Protection Army, and an unsettling tremor ca from the fine gold armor plate beneath his feet. Those foundries modified by the Green Skins were running at overload, with Orc teknicians forcibly connecting the Protection Army’s neural interfaces into the reactor control systems—at this mont, each twitching chanical corpse was a living fuse.
"Prepare for directional explosions!" The Battle Group Leader slamd a hand armor onto the control panel, causing sparks to fly. The God of All Machines relief covered in green paint suddenly opened eight chanical prosthetic eyes. The accompanying Technical Priest’s Incineration Gun lted the safety valve, revealing writhing green wireworms inside—these bio-cables were pumping fungal spores into the energy circuit.
Modeller’s Spiritual Energy Long Sword suddenly pierced the ventilation duct, yanking out a squealing gremlin scout. This little monster, covered in data plugs, didn’t have ti to self-destruct before being smashed into pulp by the Terminator Guard’s Gravity Hamr. The Battle Group Leader noticed the flashing tal box on its spine—that was a communicator made from a human Star Speaker’s skull.
"Ulu knows we’re here." Tai Shichen tore out the fungus-infested cables from the control panel, and the roar of the furnace suddenly turned into a beastly howl. The whole cabin suddenly tilted at a 45-degree angle, with the Gravity Field Generator converted into a trap, causing six Interstellar Warriors who hadn’t secured their locks to slide toward the slag discharge port.
As the Intelligence Director unfolded the Spiritual Energy Shield, everyone saw hell—a twenty-ter-diater lava waterfall roiling below, with Green Skin teknicians transforming the reactor cooling system into a slaughter device. The Protection Army, lted by high heat, struggled in the magma, their chanical arms sprouting mushroom-shaped heat fins.
"Holy Blood as a guide!" Modeller sliced open his palm, saring fresh blood on the Long Sword, as Spiritual Energy Fla burned back along the Gravity Field Generator’s line. The entire furnace suddenly let out a dying beast-like wail, as the tilted cabin restored to level amidst the grating sound of stuck gears. A scream echoed from the ventilation duct from an Orc Tech Master—its spine had already fused with the control system.
The Battle Group Leader seized this fleeting opportunity, stuffing a Thermite Bomb into the main energy pipeline. Erald energy floods spurted from the rip, blasting three Green Skinned Heavy Armor Warriors into skeletons. These mutant energies etched blasphemous runes onto the cabin walls, as a nearby Technical Priest began reciting waaagh energy formulas in Orcish.
"Purification protocol!" With Tai Shichen’s roar, the Terminator Guard activated the flathrower. But the mont the green fire t the erald energy, a bizarre reaction occurred, with countless translucent chanical tentacles stretching out from the burning mushroom cloud. Modeller’s Spiritual Energy Shield began to show cracks, and silvery cerebrospinal fluid seeped from the Intelligence Director’s nostrils.
The Battle Group Leader suddenly tore off the dragon-wrought insignia on his shoulder armor—that insignia held Ricardo’s Genetic Seeds. When he tossed the insignia into the energy vortex, the erald flood was suddenly tinted with pale gold, and all chanical tentacles retracted into the void as if struck by lightning. The uncovered furnace core finally showed its true form: on the thirty-ter-high reactor shell, Ulu had pieced together its war symbol using the skulls of Interstellar Warriors.
"Advance!" Tai Shichen’s Blast Bomb Gun shattered the right eye of the skull array, targeting the weak node in the cooling system. Behind the collapsing shell lay a horrific fusion of flesh and machinery—the Green Skinned Great Skill Dominator had welded itself to the furnace core, with the fungal colony growing on its spine converting the entire reactor into a bio-weapon.
When the Terminator Guard smashed open the last explosion-proof door with the Thunder Hamr, everyone detected the morable stench of blood. It was the sa genetic scent left on Ulu’s Power Claw from when Ricardo fell in battle three months ago. Battle Group Leader’s tactical visor suddenly flashed snowflake-like error codes, with every data stream’s end marked by grinning Orcish mouths.
The chamber they broke into was writhing.
The floor was hardened fungal bedding, with protruding human skulls on the walls continuously gnashing their teeth. Green Skin teknicians had converted dead Protection Army’s vocal organs into alarm systems. As Tai Shichen crushed a still-screaming tongue, a death storm of chainsaws suddenly descended from the ceiling. Three Terminators were swept into the rotating forest of teeth, with Ceramic Steel fragnts and green blood splashing onto the bedding, where mushrooms bearing Imperial Double-headed Eagle emblems grew.
"Don’t gaze at the walls!" Modeller suddenly shouted, his Spiritual Energy Fla burning his own left arm—those eye sockets of human skulls housed hallucinogenic spores. Fluorescent mycelium had already sprouted from a warrior’s helt seams, frantically tunneling into his auditory organs.
As the Battle Group Leader activated the Molecular Vibration Sword, the entire chamber suddenly contracted and compressed. Ulu had transford the space into a giant hydraulic press, with spikes protruding from the walls, each carrying a Decomposition Force Field. The Terminators used the Gravity Hamr to hold off the spiked walls pressing in, as lightning erupted from the friction between fine gold and the Decomposition Force Field illuminated the control console in the corner—half a blood-stained Power Axe was embedded in it.
Ricardo’s weapon.
Tai Shichen made a decision within a millisecond. He tore off the Dragon Tooth Pendant from his chest—housing the battle group’s Holy Artifact "Dragon Breath"—and hurled it into the violently contracting energy field. As the pendant shattered, the flas of an ancient dragon swept through the space, with the parasitic fungi emitting baby-like cries in the pure Subspace fla.
When the fla receded, the gears of the hydraulic trap had lted into molten iron. The Battle Group Leader stepped over the glowing floor, pulling Ricardo’s Power Axe from the lted control console. The residual Green Skin blood on the axe blade suddenly boiled, sketching a three-dinsional projection of Ulu Throne Hall in the void—this vile trap now served as the best navigation coordinate.
"He’s below." Tai Shichen slamd the Power Axe heavily onto the bedding floor, where a fissure spewed a sweet stench of lava. Modeller’s Spiritual Energy Long Sword followed closely, stabbing into the fissure, as the combined power of the two warriors tore open a passage to the furnace core under the blessing of Subspace fla. In the midst of the fall, the Battle Group Leader saw the fungus-controlled Protection Army constructing a bridge of flesh and blood over the lava pool—their chanical tentacles channeling green energy to transform Star Realm Army prisoners into living capacitors.
In the final three hundred ters of free fall, Ulu’s welcoming gift arrived as expected. Twelve slaughter robots, made from Knight cha wreckage, burst through the walls, their Power Claws still adorned with the mourner’s battle flag. Tai Shichen adjusted his pose mid-air, and the Blast Bomb Gun expertly targeted joint lubrication ports, while the Terminator Guard’s Thermite Weapon focused on the head control units.
As the battle boots thudded onto the steel floor of the Throne Hall, the remnants of all slaughter robots exploded simultaneously. In the rain of flying fleshy debris, Tai Shichen confronted the iron chain forest hanging from the do—each chain ended with a modified Protection Army, their chanical tentacles automatically weaving a defensive electric network.
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