On the warship, a group of Ork Boyz were making psychic bombs that looked, in their eyes, just like psychic energy.
"Will this work? It doesn't really look the same."
"That's normal. It's not like it looks completely different!"
"Makes sense!"
Several Ork Boyz operated mechanical arms, dragging wreckage from warships through the Warp and stringing the pieces together to make even more spherical bombs.
"You sure this thing can hold it?"
"Shouldn't be a problem! Putting wind in a box is perfectly reasonable."
"Makes sense!"
The Ork Boyz went to the edge of the Warp storm and used Wraithbone boxes to contain a bit of the storm.
The original Abyssal Roar had been fitted with all sorts of strange engines, and even its bow had been equipped with massive armor shaped like an Ork head.
Once everything was ready, Francis personally took the captain's seat and kept taking deep breaths. "Are you sure everything's finished? Are the engines at maximum?"
"No problem, Boss! The ship's ass can't fit any more!"
Sarpedon gave a thumbs-up and answered with absolute confidence. "Oh, right, we also picked this up."
Francis turned around and saw that it was an Imperial Guard cap, still stained with blood.
Taking the cap, Francis put it on his head and flashed a crooked grin. "For the Imperium! Waaaaaaagh!!!"
"Waaaaaagh!!!"
Along with their roars, Francis pulled down the control lever, and the hundred-plus thrusters at the rear of the Abyssal Roar began howling madly.
With a whoosh, the warship shot straight toward that brass fortress!
Countless Khornate Daemons rushed out from the daemon planet along the way, clutching battleaxes and black whips as they roared wildly.
"Blood for the Blood God, skulls for the Skull Throne!"
"If you want to reach the Blood God's abode, you'll have to