Perhaps no one, aside from Gork and Mork, the Ork gods who delighted in brawling deep within the Warp, knew exactly how the "Beast" had come into being.
Perhaps it had risen step by step from an ordinary Ork to the pinnacle, or perhaps it had been born that way.
Among some of the ancient records you had read, certain later scholars had let their imaginations run wild and concocted several versions of the Beast's origins.
Some believed the Beast's ancestors might have been descendants of the Ork Warlord who had once threatened Horus during the Battle of Ullanor. Others believed the Beast was the undying soul of the Ork Emperor returning to the material universe, which was why it required six Beasts to bear its consciousness.
But regardless of the truth, the Beast standing within your sight at this moment, comparable to a Gargant in both size and appearance, was an exceptionally troublesome foe!
To a certain extent, it was not only Gork and Mork's chosen champion of this era, but also the Primarch of countless Orks.
At that moment, you stared at the Beast as it let out a heaven-shaking roar and slowly drew a breath.
You immediately controlled your four vibranium mechanical arms, completely removing the heavy firepower turrets and other miscellaneous attachments mounted on the Vibranium Power Armor.
You did not believe mere ranged firepower could inflict much meaningful damage upon it. Only close combat offered you a path to victory.
Bzzzz—
In an instant, one of your enormous palms flipped over.
Strands of brilliant azure light coiled around the razor-sharp blade, illuminating a vast stretch of space as you retrieved the Primarch-grade Power Glaive known as Azure Dragon from your storage space!
Wrapped in countless overlapping afterimages and Golden Flames, your massive body shot head-on