Nimrod: Ork, I Declare You Guilty

Nimrod beat his wings and dove.

His gaze swept over the shattered city wall.

Whistling Meat-Cleaver, the fur coats it had hacked apart.

Beside corpses trampled into pulp lay scattered black armor plates.

Eleven Shadow of Order heads were impaled on the Waaagh! Banner.

A blaze of fury rose in his obsidian eyes.

The spirituality of the Mentor of Chaos surged out, locking onto the Ork clad in the Stompa.

Threads of golden law wrapped around the Ork warlord, layer upon layer.

Virgil's red and green eyes rolled, as if he had sensed something.

The Mentor of Chaos spoke in a deep voice, declaring in Dunnish:

"Ork, you are guilty!"

The invisible golden threads tightened.

"You led xenos into a human world."

Bang!

The golden threads drew taut, binding the green body like steel wire.

Agony tore through Virgil's left leg. His body lurched, and he nearly dropped to his knees.

His skin stung, pus seeping out.

He looked up into the sky. The black-armored, golden-winged humie was saying words he could not understand.

Whether the target of Word of Order understood it or not had nothing to do with the punishment. The key factors were the degree to which the target had violated order and the crimes they had committed.

"Humie! Die for me!" Virgil raised his right arm, aiming the trumpet-shaped muzzle at the black-armored, golden-winged humie.

The Mentor of Chaos's gaze swept over the sinful weapon cobbled together from six Bolters, and he neither dodged nor evaded.

"You slaughtered humans!"

Boom!

Agony exploded through Virgil's right arm, as if it had been sliced into tens of thousands of pieces, and the trumpet-shaped weapon crashed down.

"You desecrated the corpses of Shadows of Order and used them as trophies!"

Bang!

Virgil's head burst apart.

Brain matter mixed with