Of course, if Hakk'ar Bloodaxe had foreseen what this human before him intended to do, he would have regretted not killing himself sooner and immediately returning to Gork and Mork's side.
Because what happened next was the ultimate humiliation—an insult beyond all others—for every Ork Boy.
Rowan calmly took a step forward, but Hakk'ar, who had been about to continue his counterattack, suddenly became like an insect trapped in amber, unable to move a single part of his body. It was as though the air had turned into some high-strength alloy, completely entombing him within it.
Only then did Hakk'ar understand.
The tales told by those Ork Boyz who had fled back earlier had actually been true.
That previous Ork Boss had probably died the same way, hadn't he?
Rowan slowly walked up to him, reached out with both hands, and gripped Hakk'ar by the neck.
The difference in their sizes made the gesture especially absurd.
It was like a dwarf grabbing a giant by the throat. Their apparent strengths had been completely reversed, making the sight utterly ridiculous.
Yet the Orks below could only stare blankly at the scene, watching their Warboss—whom they had always believed invincible, undefeated in every battle—get held by the neck like a helpless Squig by an ordinary human.
Of course, they had not expected this.
It was not over yet.
Something even more shocking was still to come.
Rowan's gaze shifted as he activated his Reality Warping Ability with all his strength, his will and concentration reaching their peak at that instant.
The invisible Reality Warping Ability seeped into every inch of Hakk'ar Bloodaxe's skin, every cell, every bone, until it had completely permeated him.
The WAAAGH field, which had originally been capable of resisting the Reality Warping Ability to some extent, was utterly