Horus snorted coldly, then said, "Hmph! I'll let you off this time. The next time we meet, it'll be a fight to the death!"
"Mortarion, let's go!"
With an incredibly dashing turn, Horus led Mortarion and the Astartes away from the area.
At the same time, some of the World Eaters followed them.
Even Francis was stunned, muttering, "This is brotherhood??!"
"Boss, are we still detonating the bombs?" A cross-eyed Ork Boy ran over, his tongue flailing about outside his mouth, his drool nearly landing on Francis.
"Forget it. Brothers for life. After the way he treated me, how could I bear to screw him over?"
Thinking of this, Francis could not help shaking his head. In the end, he really was a man of loyalty and sentiment.
"Oh." The Ork Boy was somewhat disappointed, but he was soon drawn away by some dancing Gretchin.
When the Ork warship latched onto the Conqueror, Angron was still somewhat confused. "We can cross the Warp ourselves. There's no need to do this, right?"
"I don't care what you think. I care what I think!"
"Have you ever heard of Ork instant-teleportation technology?"
Seeing Angron shake his head, Francis patted him on the shoulder. "Well, now you have!"
"Boyz, activate the teleportation!"
Hearing their boss's call, the Ork Boyz all sprang into action. They dismantled the engines from all three Legions and assembled them into a super warp-space jump engine—Big Trash Heap No. 1 for short.
As Angron listened, horror gradually appeared in his eyes. Just as his mouth formed the words "don't do it"—
With a buzz, the warship vanished from where it stood.
That's right, vanished. It did not enter the Warp; it simply disappeared from its original location.
Mars.
This planet, blanketed in crimson dust, had actually sprouted some