"No, this is an opportunity for us." Lin Zhichen replied. He swept a hand, and a phantom Fate Line rapidly expanded, appearing in the Gods' field of vision.
Wu Tianyi's expression changed. "There's actually another Ork Titan Ship near the battlefield?!"
Near the battlefield where the two sides' Titans were locked in combat, an Ork Titan Ship was cruising about 30,000 light-years away. These Greenskins had been free of the Orc Emperor's rule for too long. With no loyalty in their genes, these beasts had already escaped the influence of the Greenskin Empire.
They had become an independent fleet, commanded by a powerful, rising Ork warlord. After a brutal civil war, this battered wreck was now setting off on a WAAAGH! expedition in no particular direction.
Although the Titan Ship had yet to discover any trace of the battlefield, according to the omens of fate, the Orks had sensed that their kin were waging a passionate war in a nearby star region, guided by fluctuations from the WAAAGH! Field emanating from the battlefield.
These keen beasts were searching for the battlefield's possible location based on intermittent WAAAGH! Field signals. Before long, the Titan Ship would find its target and approach the battlefield from deep space.
This was a massive hidden threat, and another part of the trap fate had laid. Until they saw this drifting Titan Ship, the Gods had been unable to foresee the appearance of this Greenskin fleet.
"So there's another huge threat lurking out there," Wei Peng muttered, gaining a deeper appreciation for the dangers of deep-space warfare.
Both the Necron Titan and the Ork Titan Wreck had been drawn to the Deep Space Battlefield, having heard of it.
The longer they wasted fighting in deep space, the more than just the enemy before them they would