Finally Arrived! (Seeking Follow-up Reads)

"Brothers, let the enemies on the other side of the starry sky know the might of us Orks!"

Francis stood on the shoulder of a Mechanical Giant, continuously motivating the Orks working below. "Brothers, if you want to go to the other side of the starry sky, I need the giant to be able to transform into a spaceship."

The Orks below showed a hint of confusion, but quickly got to work.

Giant workshops, built from piles of scrap metal, towered high, shrouded in smoke and sparks, the air filled with a mixture of oil and charcoal.

"Do you guys understand what the boss is talking about?" an Ork wearing glasses asked another Ork who was stacking materials nearby.

"No. I don't know what the boss is saying. Did you understand?"

The Ork wearing glasses replied, "I didn't either. Did anyone else understand?"

"I asked, and they didn't understand either."

The Ork wearing glasses said, "I thought it was just me. Never mind, let's do this!"

Clang clang clang~

These grease-covered, muscle-bound Ork engineers continuously piled up wreckage salvaged from the battlefield, discarded mechanical parts, and even fragments of enemy weapons.

If the Adeptus Mechanicus saw this, they would surely curse them out.

They just slapped two pieces of metal together without even using rivets!

It was completely incomprehensible, what were their technical principles?

Because when Orks initiate a "Waaagh~", they gain a strange energy.

It allows them to ignore some laws of physics, fuse some bizarre things together, and still have them work.

And as the Ork population grows, various ranks and professions automatically emerge among them.

"Brothers, to bring back the fruits of victory for you, I need the spaceship to have a pair of giant mechanical arms, the kind that can firmly grasp a huge spaceship," Francis continued to tactfully state his needs.

"Giant mechanical arms? It should be something like this."

"It should be!"

"I reckon it'll work."

Several Orks dismantled rusty chainsaws and ancient artillery into a pile of junk, then hammered and banged on it, shaping it into a rod and jamming it in.

"What you guys made isn't good enough! Use mine instead," a half-mechanical Ork said, walking over with a delicate steel arm.

The Ork wearing glasses immediately got upset. "Yours is trash! Ours is better!"

The half-mechanical Ork retorted, "You're the trash! You just squeal like a Gretchin whose toe got stepped on."

"Huh? You wanna fight!"

"Bring it on! I'll take all of you on!"

As soon as the half-mechanical Ork finished speaking, those Orks charged forward. A group of them surrounded them, roaring excitedly.

The Gretchin who weren't involved were cooking Squiggoth. Although there was only one ingredient, they made many variations with it.

Some made it into skewers, some marinated it in fungus wine then stuffed it with fungi and plants before slow-cooking it. It could even be stir-fried over high heat with fungus slices.

Gretchin are considered symbiotic creatures to Orks, but Gretchin like to fawn over Orks, their power inspiring immense admiration.

Even because of Francis, the Gretchin treated Gugu very well, constantly providing Gugu with more food.

As a result, Gugu, who was only the size of a small dog, had now grown to over three meters tall from being fed so much.

Francis watched the thing they piled up, which looked like an oversized grenade assembled from junk, with two gas-tank-like mechanical arms attached.

Especially the round fingers, Francis couldn't help but wonder, "Can this really grab anything?"

"Boss, it's wrapped up!" an Ork below gave Francis a thumbs-up, showing a smile they thought was attractive.

Francis's mouth twitched. In fact, during the seven or eight days he had spent with the Orks, he had felt an unprecedented sense of freedom.

Ork thinking was very simple: if they were unhappy, they fought; if they were happy, they fought; if they were sad, they fought.

It seemed there was nothing that couldn't be solved with a fight.

And no matter who won, the other Orks would cheer as if they had won themselves.

Even when they weren't fighting, Gretchin would come to scratch their backs, cook for them, and perform for them.

For a moment, he even genuinely wanted to stay here.

Deep in the forest.

"The Primarch doesn't intend to stay here, does he? Look at his expression!"

"Why does he seem so reluctant to leave!"

The Adeptus Custodes felt their scalps tingle, their palms sweating as they gripped their power pikes. If a Primarch were to betray the Imperium and fall to the embrace of xenos, it would absolutely not be permitted.

They would even use exterminatus to destroy all traces and erase such heresy from the records.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"The Primarch is only doing this to achieve some objective!"

"We cannot lose another Primarch!"

The Soul Drinkers clenched their fists, unable to accept that a dead Primarch could be resurrected only to be killed again. If that happened, their spirits would shatter.

"The Primarch has made a move! He's boarded!"

"Quick, look!"

The Soul Drinkers saw Francis had boarded the Ork warship, and he was alone.

"Brothers, I shall carry the glory of the Orks to the far reaches of the stars!"

"Win or lose, I will sow the seeds of the Orks!"

"Await my triumphant return!"

With that, Francis, amidst the cheers of the Orks, piloted the Super Grenade towards the valley where the Hrafnkel was located.

The Adeptus Custodes and Soul Drinkers in the forest simultaneously received a message from Francis.

"Return to the Hrafnkel immediately. We're going to Prospero!"

Their eyes widened, and an impossible thought popped into their heads. "The Primarch isn't going to use an Ork warship to take us to Prospero, is he?!"

Evidently.

They had no time to think; their only course of action was to return to the Hrafnkel at once, as they had no desire to remain in this area.

Meanwhile, within the Ork tribe.

"The boss is gone. What do we do now?"

Half-mechanical Ork: "Ahem, the boss isn't here, so I'm the highest-ranking, naturally I..."

"Nonsense, you think you can be boss? Let's fight! Roar~"

What had been an orderly Ork camp descended into chaos as countless Orks fought each other, none willing to yield.

The Ork tribe, which had seemed unified only moments ago, disintegrated once more into numerous small camps.

Gretchin scurried back and forth between the various Ork factions. Barely reaching the Orks' knees, the Gretchin hopped about, hoping to be chosen by an Ork.

On a nearby high ground, only Gugu watched the direction Francis had departed, whimpering softly.

In the deep valley.

Leman Russ gazed at the Ork warship before him, far larger than the Hrafnkel, and fell into deep contemplation.

They had initially believed they had been discovered by the Orks until Francis contacted them.

And proposed a daring idea.

"You mean! Use the Ork warship's mechanical arms to grab the Hrafnkel and then perform Warp FTL travel?"

Hearing Leman Russ repeat his idea, Francis patted his shoulder and said, "Precisely!"

Leman Russ's mind went blank. If Francis hadn't proposed this plan, he would have suspected the other party was an enemy spy.

"Great Machine God! Look at this wondrous technology!"

"So, the engine can be done like this! It looks like they just added two tubes, but in reality, they did just add two tubes!"

"Magnificent!"

The Adeptus Mechanicus priest beside him acted as if he had seen a peerless beauty, pressing himself directly against the ship.

He continuously caressed every inch of the Super Grenade, lost in adoration.

"Ahem, Priest. Was the plan Francis mentioned earlier feasible?"

Hearing Leman Russ's persistent coughing, the priest reluctantly climbed off the warship, resuming his previously aloof demeanor.

"Technically, it's feasible. We can..."

Before the priest could finish, Leman Russ interrupted him. "If it's feasible, then let's do it. The Hrafnkel can't be repaired anytime soon."

Once everything was prepared.

Francis flipped open the cover of the red button and announced, "Everyone remember to secure your safety locks, we're departing~"

Just as some scoffed, Francis pressed the red button.

Whoosh~

The Super Grenade, clutching the Hrafnkel, propelled them into FTL travel at zero seconds!

A tremendous G-force slammed into everyone, pinning them to their seats. It even created a vacuum zone on the planet's surface.

"Everyone, be sure to remember, I forgot to mention earlier that this Ork ship rotates."

"Holy crap!"

As everyone's eyes widened in disbelief, the entire battleship began to spin rapidly.

In the Warp, a group of Demons were resting; recent times seemed to be going well.

Suddenly.

One, no! Two ships hurtled past, smashing them into bloody mist.

However, the hull also lurched!

It still caught the attention of Riemann Russ, who then asked, "Francis, what just happened?"

"Nothing, it's unimportant~"

It seemed all obstacles were insignificant before the Orks' spaceship.

In the blink of an eye, they had exited the Warp and crashed directly into one of Prospero's pyramids.

"Enemy attack!!!"