Skullcrusher Is Coming!
The Dark Imperium.
Charadon Sector, an Imperium of Man, Hive City Agricultural World.
This place has long been occupied by the Orks. The temples that once symbolized the Imperium of Man and the spires that represented the status of nobles have now been completely dismantled and broken into fragments, turning into tribes in the desert and plains, filled with a rough and savage style.
Thick spores and toxic fog floated in the atmosphere.
The Gargoyle of the church, the ruins of Leman Russ, and even the spires of the former Hive City were all toppled by these savage Orks.
They were rebuilt into structures more in line with their style, with waste oil flowing through the drains into those bizarre, smashed creations, which, under the roar of machinery, emitted thick smoke billowing into the sky.
The streets were crowded with shops built by Orks Mekboy, their signs, made of twisted chains and covered in greasy stains, selling all sorts of guns pieced together from spare parts.
Closer to the center of the Hive City, the ground is filled with green-skinned monsters, roaring and howling, engaging in savage brawls with everything at their disposal, including stones, wooden stakes, and iron bars.
The highest point of the entire garbage city, which originally belonged to the planetary lord's palace, was transformed into the fortress of the Warboss.
The palace's outer walls were studded with spoils of war.
There were giant teeth, animal bones, Chainsword, Power Armor, and even the head of the Imperium Governor—countless spoils of war. At the entrance was a huge steel beast's mouth, with several terrifying Squig chained to its fangs as an alarm system.
In the center of the hall stood the throne of the Warboss, with a dismantled Leman Russ frame welded with Chainsword plundered from Knight Mech as armrests. At the base of the throne were piles of human Psyker skulls, emitting a ghostly glow. Behind it stood a statue pieced together from garbage.
Dim candlelight burned in the throne room.
In the shadows sat a terrifying, ferocious figure.
It was not human; it had a ferocious face, fangs protruding from its gaping maw, blood-red eyes, and an aura of savagery.
Clearly, this is an Orks.
He wore a jaw made of massive iron, crudely cleaved into the shape of fangs. He carried two enormous tusks from the dead of an unknown behemoth on his shoulders, and a huge beast skull on his back. As for the rest of his "armor," it was less like armor and more like a patchwork of various "junk," with a twisted and bizarre style, yet extremely rugged and brutal.
Its weapon on its left arm is a blood-stained, rusty claw, while its right arm is a giant cannon.
"Ahhh-.."
It let out a low growl of pain.
It hadn't heard the voice of "God" for a long time since that failure, which made it feel very irritable and even more furious.
The metal implanted in the brain by the Mekboy seemed to be throbbing with pain as well.
Just then, the sounds of fighting outside drifted in, making it even more agitated, while its injuries throbbed with pain.
It also reminded it of that despicable human warrior who was chasing it!
The names "Sebastian Yarrick, Herbler Resitt" are almost etched into its very bones.
Accompanied by a deep and piercing hatred.
These two humans ruined its grand plan and even reduced it to this state, forced to shrink into this tiny place.
It wants revenge!
However, the scars on its body felt like excruciating pain that touched its very soul, jolting it awake from its hatred and reminding it that it needed to gather its strength.
We need to wait!
Waiting is the only way to unleash an even bigger Waaagh!
"It's so noisy!!!"
Its eyes flashed with a ferocious light. It suddenly rose from its throne, dragging its tattered clothes, which clattered and clanged, as it strode out of the tent. It immediately saw the Orks fighting each other outside the palace, their bloodshot eyes filled with rage.
These guys are giving it a headache!
The noisy Ork Boyz, upon being stared at by that enormous figure, instantly forgot their fighting and stared back at it.
Enraged, it immediately locked onto its target.
Then it strode forward, the ground seeming to tremble, and amidst the fear and awe in the eyes of the Ork Boyz around it, it extended its steel-forged claws.
Mouth!!!
Those noisy Ork Boyz had their heads crushed in an instant.
The gushing blood flowed through the gaps between the iron claws, mingling with the air filled with waste engine oil, and was deeply inhaled into its nasal cavity.
This feeling made it somewhat nostalgic.
The sticky flesh and iron claws, along with the frenzied shouts around it, made it feel a little better, as if only killing and war could soothe the excruciating pain inside its head.
It realized that it needed a war!
Only by satisfying its desires and washing away the shame of the Armageddon Campaign can it hear the will of God once more!
Perhaps it was its thoughts that touched upon something in the Warp, and a fragmented image suddenly appeared in its mind.
Before the shattered, Chaos structure, a human wields a battle sword, engaged in a fierce and bloody battle with numerous Chaos Daemons and warriors.
They seemed to be protecting something, surrounded by many fallen Astartes.
In the sky, human fighter jets soared, and Daemon dragons circled overhead, while barrages of artillery fire rained down from space orbit.
Like dense raindrops, trailing streaks of light, they crashed down upon the planet's surface, the rising blaze and flames threatening to ignite the atmosphere!
Further away, like a mountain, stood the "Titan" on the earth, unleashing its full power. Each earth-shattering roar carved huge scars into the earth, and along with them, countless struggling Chaos Daemons were annihilated.
It saw humanity, it saw Chaos!
Isn't this the war it craves?!
"Boys, I've found a war that can satisfy our desires! This is the Waaagh, a gift from the gods, and it's not far from us, in a place called Dragon Forest Star!"
"Now, I've decided to teach these trash a lesson, to show them who the strongest race really is!"
Let's smash them!
"Take their cannons, smash their vehicles, and hang their heads on our flagpole!"
"Follow me, crush them!"
"Make them kneel down, crying and begging for mercy from Gork and Mork! Follow me, and I will lead you to victory!!!"
Through the images in its mind, it felt as if its blood was boiling, and it couldn't help but roar, raising its sharp and ferocious claws high. "Waaagh!!!"
How could this unprecedented waaagh be complete without them?!
It has arrived, Mag Uruk Saraka, the Bonegrinder!!!