Preparing to Get Even (Please Read On)

Deep within the Adeptus Mechanicus.

Inside one ancient, solemn research institute after another, Tech-Priests hurried through dim corridors and between towering shelves. They had only one goal: to transport and protect the precious STC devices and data.

As the fruits of ancient technology, STC devices were priceless and immensely important. The Tech-Priests wore specially made mechanical armor and carried precision moving equipment, taking great care with every step.

The meeting room's walls were inlaid with metal plates that glimmered faintly. Complex gears and transmission mechanisms hung from the ceiling, turning slowly.

At the center stood a round table made of an unknown alloy. A huge holographic screen was embedded in its surface, displaying the Skitarii's strategic deployment on Mars.

The senior leaders of the Adeptus Mechanicus's various factions had gathered.

Fabricator-General of Mars Kelbor-Hal narrowed his eyes as he studied the message from the Soul Drinkers. He could understand every word, but somehow, when they were put together, he couldn't make sense of them.

"Is this a joke? How could Orks possibly listen to him? He's not an Ork!"

"Exactly! If our people were the ones researching Ork technology..."

"What's so great about Orks? I'm sure Land Raiders would be better than them!!!"

"We're discussing how to deal with the Orks. There are still plenty of STC technologies out there, and if they're destroyed, that would be..."

As Fabricator-General of Mars Kelbor-Hal watched the endless arguing before him, he felt an immense headache coming on. He even wanted to establish a new Adeptus Mechanicus from scratch!

"Stop arguing, all of you!!" Kelbor-Hal roared furiously. "Prepare to activate the Warmaster-class Titans. If we can't prevent the STCs from being destroyed, we'll just have to accept it."

"Perhaps Francis can do it! The Soul Drinkers are monitoring his every move, so we can see how things turn out."

With that, they activated the holographic projector.

They saw the Ork identified as Francis joyriding in an Ork vehicle all over the place. Whether he encountered Orks or Skitarii, Francis smashed them to pieces!

The difference was that he only rammed the boss of each Ork mob, while he simply ignored the Skitarii and ran them over.

"General, is he really a Primarch of the Imperium? Why do I feel like he's a 'blessed Ork Primarch'?"

Faced with his colleague's question, Kelbor-Hal fell silent for a long while before finally managing to say, "It should be fine!"

Everyone: ...

On the battlefield.

Francis's Ork vehicle was like a steel beast, rampaging across the battlefield and crashing into everything in its path.

The vehicle was covered in all kinds of Ork glyphs and symbols, every detail radiating the pride and faith of the tribe it belonged to.

Its power came from two reactors of unknown origin. A huge turret was mounted on top, fitted with every kind of weapon, from heavy machine guns to flamethrowers.

Sharp spikes and Ork skulls hung all around the vehicle.

After every victory, he would scatter a huge handful of Ork teeth~

As time passed, Francis gathered more and more Orks under his command. They followed him, shouting "Waaagh."

At last.

They reached the front line.

The Ork Titans were covered in heavy armor engraved with Ork glyphs and battle scars. Huge weapons—massive warhammers, serrated blades, or flame-spewing cannons—shook with every step the Titans took.

The Ork Titans charged, their heavy footfalls bringing them toward the Alpha-pattern Warlord-class Titans like mountains on the march.

Huge warhammers swung through the air with deafening roars, trying to smash through the Titans' armor.

But the Alpha-pattern Warlord-class Titans didn't retreat. Relying on their sturdy armor and formidable firepower, they successfully held off the Orks' attacks and began to counterattack.

The roar of Volcano Cannons echoed across the sky. Huge fireballs spewed from the Titans' cannons, instantly engulfing the Ork Titans ahead in flames.

But the Ork Titans weren't easily defeated. Relying on their tenacious vitality, they continued charging at the Alpha-pattern Warlord-class Titans.

The plasma annihilators unleashed searing light, slicing the Ork Titans' armor to pieces.

Francis, who had now grown to over ten meters tall, shouted, "Adeptus Mechanicus Titans, stand down at once. I'm taking command here!"

Unfortunately, the Adeptus Mechanicus Titans saw this and immediately shrieked, "Holy crap! There's a giant Ork here who can talk! Everyone, kill it!"

With that, even more Titans charged at Francis, drawing their guns and opening fire on him.

Francis: ...

An Ork Titan beside him charged in, knocked the enemy's gun barrel aside with a hammer, and roared at Francis. "Waaaagh!"

"Waaaagh!" Francis roared back.

He immediately leaped onto the Titan, wrenched one of its mechanical arms off, and repeatedly pounded its body.

When someone tried to ambush him, the other Ork Titans stopped them. Soon, everyone was caught up in the melee.

As the Adeptus Mechanicus Titans dwindled in number, the people in front of the holographic projection remarked out of the blue, "General, your little brother really is reliable, right?"

Kelbor-Hal: ...

Now they sent out even more Titans, which carried Francis's Ork battleship, the "Super Grenade," away.

Several black-and-white Warlord Titans carried the pure-black Ork battleship off.

Meanwhile, several Ork warlords, each over three meters tall, stood behind the Ork Titans. When they saw Francis's enormous size, they insisted on fighting him.

Unfortunately, the three-meter-tall Orks were like chicks next to Francis. He could push their foreheads, and they couldn't even reach him.

A few punches later, they all settled down.

"All the Gretchin over there, follow along! You're coming too!"

"Everyone aboard! I'm taking you to fight a Primarch!"

Standing on the Ork battleship, Francis called his Ork underlings aboard.

The Ork Boyz asked in confusion, "Do you know what a Primarch is?"

"No. What's a Primarch? Can you eat it?" another group of Ork Boyz replied.

"Who cares? We're gonna get a fight either way. Maybe we can even get a bite of Primarch."

"Bullshit! If anyone's eating it, I'm first!"

"I already took a dump! I'm the one who gets to eat it!"

As they argued, the two groups of Orks started fighting...

Before long, every Ork on Mars had boarded the battleship. There wasn't quite enough room, so they added a big box to the back of the ship.

In a flash, the Ork battleship vanished from the spot.

Inside the meeting room.

"The Warmaster-class Titans have been activated. Should we deploy them?"

A Tech-Priest walked in and saw a group of bewildered Adeptus Mechanicus leaders sitting in silence.

"General, should we consider having your little brother join us?"

"What if we make him Warmaster? He seems reliable!"

"Agreed!"

Kelbor-Hal: ...

For the first time in a year, the Adeptus Mechanicus had reached a consensus across all its factions.

After witnessing Francis unify all the Orks with his own eyes, Kelbor-Hal understood: Some birds simply couldn't be kept in a cage, especially Francis!

Meanwhile, aboard the battleship.

"Hmm~ Why do I get the feeling the Primarch is friendlier to the Orks than he is to you?"

"Are you really his Space Marine Legion?"

The moment Fabius Bile said this, countless dagger-sharp glares fixed on him.

"You don't know shit! The Primarch has other missions for us!"

"Of course we're his Legion!"

Sarpedon raised the staff in his hand, looking ready to crush the other man's head at any moment.

"Then what are we supposed to do?" Fabius Bile finally asked, working up the courage.

"Demand the Gloriana-class battleship that belongs to us, then bring the Primarch home!"

In the Warp.

The Ork battleship's radar system began flashing warnings, showing a large number of unidentified objects rapidly approaching from ahead.

Some had blood-red skin, burning eyes, and roaring mouths; some had bodies covered in rotting flesh, boils, and ulcers; some had countless wings, eyes, and tentacles; and countless other seductive-looking daemons blocked their path.

Facing this sight, Francis turned and shouted to the Ork Boyz, "Someone's blocking the road! What do we do?"

"Charge through! Charge through!"

With that, Francis pressed every button on the control panel. The battleship's engines began to roar terrifyingly, and then Francis bellowed, "Charge!!!"

"Rargh!"

Countless Chaos Daemons charged at them. A layer of green energy appeared across the battleship's surface. It suddenly accelerated, crushed all the daemons in its path, and burst through.

The daemons on both sides: ???

They stared blankly at the pile of flesh on the ground as it slowly re-formed. Then they turned and chased after the Ork battleship.

The Ork battleship moved so fast that even Francis couldn't see what lay ahead. The constant collisions outside the ship were the only thing telling him how many places the battleship had gone through.

Vrrrm!

Suddenly, the entire battleship grew much quieter and shot straight toward Isstvan V.