Magnus is Guilty of Heinous Crimes

"We Ork Boyz only have one chance, and I think the world shouldn't be like this."

My Horus the Second Brother told me that a group of small fry are launching an unprecedented Great Waaagh.

Our former enemies have fallen asleep, our great Creator has vanished, and even our former allies have betrayed us, imprisoning us in this dark and desolate cage.

It's time to end this chaotic world that lacks enough Waaaagh! If we can't make the Orks great again, then let the whole galaxy Waaaagh rise!

Looking down at Orctavius, which was now completely engulfed in war, Makara's head, which was not much bigger than Peaches, fell into deep thought.

As a native Ulano Orcs, Makara was the first Ork Boy to respond to Boss Urg. At that time, the incomparably powerful Emperor Urg was just an ordinary Orks, and Makala was just a humble boy. The entire Warband consisted of only the two of them.

For Makara, the boss was the embodiment of Horus the Second Brother's will. He often said things that Makala couldn't understand. In the words of the underlings, the boss possessed an astonishing wisdom that Makala could only dream of.

Makara didn't know what "world-shaking wisdom" meant; that was a term used by nobodies. Even the Spartan soldier torn in two in his hand couldn't answer that question.

But Makara didn't think too much about it; after all, he was just a foolish Orks who did whatever his leader said.

On Ulano, a land Orks, Beast Clan with only two members began their struggle, gradually growing from a nobody to a powerful Ork Warlord who controlled a region.

The 300-year-long Ullanor Unification Wars began. Those 300 years were the most glorious days for Makara. He witnessed his leader conquer the entire Ulano, defeat the Ork Warlord of all the surrounding worlds, and launch the Waaaagh Expedition.

Just as the boss said, the outside world is indeed so wonderful, with endless battles and equally insignificant little shrimps.

Since arriving in Orctavius and eating a few strange, green candies, Malaca felt he had suddenly become smarter, making him eager to devour more candies, as he wanted to be as clever as his boss.

Perhaps only in this way can he become like the boss, Waaaagh!!!

But he searched the whole world and couldn't find any more green candies, which caused the Orks had swallowed a lot of Chaos Energy Crystal to have a strong withdrawal reaction, as if countless ants were crawling all over their bodies.

"I really want some candy! Wait, I think I smell candy. Quick, get closer! There are lots of hot dog Canned One in that warship."

The hot dog Canned One that Makara was referring to was none other than Atlas marinated in Fel Energy. In the eyes of these Orks addicts who had been indulging in Fel Energy, the Abomination was a giant meat Canned One exuding a delicious aroma.

But Mordred was unaware of this; instead, she felt looked down upon.

"Damn bastards, instead of running away, they're charging at me! They really Kiya me! My Orctavius, my newly built industrial park, open fire on the entire ship and blow these bastards to smithereens!"

Such a large, scrapped warship hanging in the sky is a complete sitting duck.

The unexpected encounter broke out, and the Ork Wolf Wolf, who had just shown its face, experienced what true firepower suppression meant.

As Arms Dealer and middleman, Atlas has no shortage of weapons and ammunition. Unlike other legions that are stingy when fighting, Atlas is completely equipped and waits for people.

Due to their small numbers, Atlas was so poor that even ordinary Auxilia were equipped with mechanical powered exoskeletons. They were forced to develop a fear of insufficient firepower, and everyone was a believer in multi-turret doctrine, believing that bigger is better and more is more beautiful.

Under this extreme ideology, the Abomination, with Icarus as its ship girl, is less a ship and more like a living combat fortress with an engine.

In an instant, a dazzling golden light illuminated the void in a crimson hue, and tens of thousands of tons of shells were hurled at the Orks ships every second.

Even though there was only one Dalian, with a total of 2,000 Space Marine stationed there, firepower determined everything, turning into a tangible steel torrent that smashed the Orks warships back again and again.

In just three minutes, the scrap ship, which had gained millions of tons of mass out of thin air, finally succumbed to the pressure and plummeted toward Orctavius in a violent explosion.

Taking advantage of your weakness, Mordred left Goff as fleet commander and took 1,000 Atlas piloting Jingba Mushroom to airdrop onto the ground battlefield.

Seeing his Primarch suddenly become agitated, Goff quickly notified ground troops to be on alert to avoid accidentally injuring friendly forces.

The tough, thick-skinned Jingba Mushroom were unaffected by the High Temperature. Using the Vector Thruster on their backs, the Atlas, who were making their individual atmospheric entry, had already targeted their enemies and were raining bullets down on the falling Orks ships.

The artillery fire gradually corrected the trajectory of the warship wreckage, guiding it away from the densely populated Hive City and instead sending it hurtling into the depths of the wasteland.

"Boom!"

The wrecked ship crashed onto the planet's surface, piercing through the desert. Goff, Long Prepared, immediately pressed the launch button, Radiant Light Spear descended from the sky, using extreme High Temperature to prevent the spread of Orks spores.

Time ticked by, and after the surrounding wasteland was completely scorched into glass, the first round of Orbital Bombardment ceased. Looking at the still-sturdy Orks shield, Mordred was quite helpless; in the end, he still had to switch sides and fight everything.

"Men, follow me! Let's show these bastards who the real Jingba Mushroom is!"

"Waaaagh!!"

The sudden battle cry left the Orks huddled in the ruins completely bewildered. These strange creatures were nothing like the small fry they'd encountered before. Could they also be Orks?

But the jubilant Orks wouldn't be puzzled for long; they would only become more excited. Atlas had already been infused with Fel Energy, and the Orks, driven by their fel addiction, roared and charged out in a chaotic rush.

Among them was the super- Heavy Nob Makara, who was over 7 meters tall and covered in layers of scrap armor. He immediately set his sights on the four-armed the Beast with the highest concentration of Fel Energy, and his mouth watered.

The enemies they had encountered before were all too weak; this group of large and delicious enemies must be a gift from Horus the Second Brother.

"Waaaagh!!! Kids, charge with me! I want a hot dog!"

Looking at the charging Orks in front of him, Atlas, piloting the Jingba Mushroom, laughed in anger. Only an idiot would try to fight you with knives. Take my 230mm rapid-fire nuclear cannon!

A deafening roar erupted as all 1,000 Jingba Mushroom fired simultaneously. Under the baptism of death from the nuclear flames, not a single Orks was able to break through the blockade; they were instantly incinerated, including the Heavy Nob who had fought alongside the Ork Emperor throughout the entire battle.

The Heavy Nob is still the Heavy Nob. Makara lasted two minutes longer than the average Ork Boyz, taking a full 13 miniature nuclear bombs.

"Hilarious, are these Orks all idiots? Quickly clean up the battlefield."

I thought she was some amazing woman, she almost made Mordred gasp in shock, turns out she's just a typical mistress!

"Why did the sky suddenly darken? Oh no!"

Mordred was stunned before he could even get excited for a few seconds, as a giant Battle Moon, comparable to the Holy Terra, suddenly teleported in front of Orctavius.

The moment that monstrous contraption appeared, the resulting gravitational shockwave destroyed most of Atlas's warships, and at the same time appeared a rather mixed-race deserter:

"Second Brother, I really can't hold on any longer, please come and save me!"

Magnus, you fucking bastard!