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Chapter 615 615 Big Mek

Inside the chamber, the atmosphere was thick with tension and a faint, acrid scent hung in the air. 

The walls were adorned with crude symbols and glyphs, likely representing the orcish clan\'s insignia and war chants, painted hastily in dark red and black hues. Dim, flickering lights barely illuminated the space, casting eerie shadows across the metallic surfaces. Wires snaked along the walls, connecting various contraptions and devices, giving the chamber a chaotic and labyrinthine appearance. 

"I\'ve seen junkyards neater than this," Shinari muttered, eyeing the jumbled mess of wires and tubes with disgust. 

At the center of the chamber, stood a super massive device.

The superweapon, a colossal and grotesque masterpiece of orcish engineering, stood as a testament to their raw, brutal creativity. Pieced together from salvaged metal, scavenged parts, and whatever technology the orcs could lay their hands on, the contraption was a mishmash of mismatched components. Its frame was bulky and uneven, as if it had been assembled in haste, with jagged edges and protruding bolts giving it a menacing appearance. 

The cannons, orcs\' primary weapons, were massive and heavily modified. Barrels varied in length and caliber, revealing imprecise engineering. Wires were tangled, connecting circuits and power sources chaotically. Crude welds and patches showed frequent, rough repairs. Energy cores, seen through cracked glass, emitted an unstable glow, struggling to contain immense power. 

"This must be their superweapon," Salamander said. "Let\'s destroy this and get out of here immediately."

Just as they prepared to disable the superweapon, the chamber door slammed shut behind them, trapping them inside. A booming voice echoed through the chamber, sending shivers down their spines. 

"Welcome, intruders!" the voice bellowed. "I am Grok Badzappa, the mastermind behind this masterpiece. I have noticed your annoying presence for a while, but I figure to let you feast your eyes upon my creation. HAHAHA!"

Grok Badzappa, the crafty Big Mek, wore his tinkering adventures proudly on his skin, a canvas of soot and scars. 

His eyes sparkled with a mix of brilliance and madness, offering a peek into a mind living on the edge of genius. 

Stray, oily locks fell over his furrowed brow, adding to his eccentric charm. Draped in a mishmash of salvaged parts, he practically hummed with a wild, inventive energy, each of his movements a dance of innovation and madness, swirling together in a chaotic, captivating rhythm.

Salamander, undeterred by Grok\'s theatrics, cracked his knuckles. "Masterpiece? More like a heap of junk," he retorted, his confidence cutting through the tension. 

Grok\'s laughter filled the chamber, a wild, echoing sound that sent shivers down their spines. "Oh, you\'ll eat those words soon enough, little lizard!" he snarled, his fingers dancing over the control panel with an unhinged fervor. 

"Shit! He\'s activating the superweapon!"

The superweapon hummed to life and its power source roared.

"It will take time for this thing to activate." Elralya, her psychic senses tingling, whispered to the group, "We need a plan, and fast." 

Aldred, his axe at the ready, nodded grimly. "Let\'s focus on disabling the power source. Without it, this monstrosity won\'t last a minute." 

"And how do you expect to disable the power source?" Grok grinned at them. "You think I\'d just let ya?"

Grok\'s grin widened into a manic, toothy smile as he taunted them. "You think you can just stroll in here and dismantle my masterpiece? I\'d like to see you try!" His fingers danced over the control panel, the superweapon\'s menacing hum growing louder with every passing second. 

After pressing more buttons on the control panel, Grok rushed to attack them.

Aldred, fueled by sheer determination, lunged at Grok with his axe. Grok parried the blow with his kustom mega-armor, the clash of metal ringing through the chamber. "You think you can defeat me, puny humans?" Grok sneered, his voice drowning in the chaos. 

Meanwhile, Shinari, nimble as ever, dashed towards one of the energy cores. With a precision that surprised everyone, he jammed a makeshift device into the core, causing a series of sparks to fly. The energy core sputtered, its glow flickering dangerously. 

But just as Grok prepared to counterattack, Cleome, with her stormcaller power crackling with energy, unleashed a powerful gust of storm that knocked Grok off balance. He stumbled, giving Aldred the opportunity to strike. With a mighty swing, Aldred\'s axe found its mark, severing one of the energy cables connected to the superweapon. Grok howled in frustration, his grip on the control panel faltering. 

Elralya, her psychic senses on high alert, sensed a moment of vulnerability. With a focused mind, she reached out, manipulating the energy around the superweapon. The wires snaked out, entangling Grok\'s limbs and immobilizing him momentarily. "Now, Aldred!" she shouted. 

Despite being immobilized, Grok Badzappa was far from defenseless. With a triumphant grin, he activated his kustom mega-armor\'s built-in energy shield, deflecting Aldred\'s next blow effortlessly. At the same time, he triggered a hidden mechanism within his armor, releasing a cloud of corrosive gas that forced Shinari to retreat, coughing and sputtering. 

Grok\'s eyes glowed with a fierce determination as he swiftly recalibrated his shock attack gun, aiming it directly at Salamander. With a quick pull of the trigger, a searing blast of energy lanced out, narrowly missing Salamander\'s head. The intense heat scorched the ground where he stood, leaving a smoking trail in its wake. 

"Fuck! He almost got me!"

Cleome, recognizing the immediate threat, conjured a protective barrier of swirling winds, deflecting Grok\'s subsequent attacks. But Grok was relentless; he unleashed a barrage of explosive squig bombs, each one detonating with concussive force upon impact with Cleome\'s barrier. The stormcaller struggled to maintain her shield against the onslaught, her concentration waning under the constant bombardment. 

Meanwhile, Elralya, sensing the escalating danger, focused her psychic powers on the malfunctioning energy core Shinari had tampered with earlier. Grok, ever the vigilant engineer, noticed her intentions and redirected his attention. With a series of swift gestures, he manipulated the wires connected to the core, rerouting the energy flow and stabilizing it. Elralya\'s efforts were thwarted, leaving the core intact and pulsating with renewed power. 

"Hahaha! I just noticed that two of you were from the elven race! How\' heck did you work with these monkeys?"

Aldred charged forward,  finding himself locked in a fierce duel with Grok, struggled to land a solid blow. Grok\'s mega-armor absorbed the impact of Aldred\'s strikes, leaving him at a disadvantage. Grok\'s movements were surprisingly agile for someone encased in such heavy armor, and he countered Aldred\'s attacks with calculated precision. 

Amidst the chaos, Salamander seized an opportunity. Using his agility, he managed to flank Grok, landing a series of rapid strikes on the orc\'s exposed joints. Despite the effectiveness of his blows, Grok\'s mega-armor proved resilient, and Salamander\'s attacks merely scratched the surface. 

Grok, now aware of the threat Salamander posed, activated his rokkit pack, propelling himself into the air with a deafening roar. From his elevated position, he rained down explosive projectiles on the group, forcing them to scatter. Shinari used his agility to dodge the explosives, but Cleome and Elralya were caught in the blasts, their protective barriers shattering under the onslaught. 

Seeing his companions in distress, Aldred channeled his power into a final attack.

With a primal roar, he charged at Grok, his axe swinging with unbridled fury. Grok attempted to evade the blow, but Aldred\'s strike found its mark, severing one of the cables connected to Grok\'s shock attack gun. 

With a deafening roar, Grok staggered backward, momentarily stunned by the loss of his prized weapon. The distraction provided just enough time for Elralya to regain her focus. Channeling her psychic energy, she immobilized Grok once more, this time with an unyielding force that left him helpless. 

Seizing the opportunity, Cleome unleashed a torrent of lightning, striking the exposed energy core. The core crackled and sputtered, its unstable glow flickering before erupting into a blinding explosion. The shockwave reverberated through the chamber, shaking the very foundations of the orcish base. 

As the dust settled, Grok Badzappa lay defeated, his once-mighty superweapon reduced to smoldering wreckage. 

The group, battered and bruised but victorious, stood triumphant amidst the ruins of the chamber. 

Aldred took a glance at the superweapon.

The threat of the orcish superweapon had been vanquished, thanks to their tenacity, teamwork, and a bit of luck. 

"It\'s over," Aldred said. "We destroyed their facilities, destroyed the superweapon, and defeated the head of this base."

They all looked at the defeated Grok Badzappa and had a mixed feeling inside.