More Orks, More Waaagh-Fueled Battles!

Don't misunderstand.

What World Eaters Archon green wasn't some rhetoric or metaphor, but the "green wave" spreading wildly across the explosion's epicenter.

Oh no!

This was the first thought that popped into the mind of the World Eaters Archon, followed by the thought that disaster was imminent.

As is widely known.

The Greenskin Orc originated from the Old Ones Krork created by the Old Ones. Their most terrifying aspect is neither their fearless fighting spirit nor their inexplicable "Waaagh! Power."

What truly disgusted the Greenskin Orc — the Imperium, and even the Chaos, including the Eldar, the Necron, and the Tyranid Swarm —was their terrifying reproductive ability.

There's a saying that can be used to describe Greenskin Orc.

That means if a Greenskin Orc appears in front of you, it means that an endless Orks horde will soon be raging here!

The Greenskin Orc are not biological beings in the conventional sense; more accurately, they are fungal life forms that reproduce asexually through "spores"!

This means that unless every organization of the Greenskin Orc is completely eradicated, even if an Orks is physically killed, the massive "Spore Cloud" it emits after death will disperse with the atmosphere, and given suitable fertilization conditions,

More Orks will soon "grow" back!

Not kill?

No, that won't work either. As long as the Greenskin Orc are alive, they will exhale gas containing "spores" every moment, and these gases will also give birth to their own kind.

The only thing that can limit the number of Greenskin Orc is extremely harsh climate, such as deserts and icebergs.

But this is Dragon Forest Star!

Dragon Forest Star is a giant Chaos planet specially created by the Chaos Creator Vashtor to lure the Dark Angels Legion. It is covered with numerous Daemon Factory, blasphemous souls and flesh, and every inch of its land is soaked in blood!

For the Greenskin Orc who depend on darkness, dampness, warmth, and abundant organic matter, such an environment is practically a legendary "Heaven"!

The waste excreted from the Daemon Factory, including flesh, bones, pus, and engine oil, are all essential for the reproduction of the Greenskin Orc!

The dark, damp, and warm pipes are the environment these Greenskin Orc love most!

In just a few hours—no, in an environment as polluted as Dragon Forest Star, it might not even take a few hours— the Orks' Spore Cloud could spread to every corner of the continent and the ocean.

Then, an endless stream of Gretchin will emerge from the filthy drainpipes of the Daemon Factory, from every filthy, profane swamp of flesh, becoming the first armed Orc Infantry!

Immediately following were orc Orc Fortress, chariots, airships, gun emplacements, and other war creations built from wreckage, ruins, and garbage. These War Construct emitted billowing black smoke and roared as they surged toward every Daemon Factory on Dragon Forest Star!

Once the number of Orks reaches a certain level, they will face the "Waaagh," a collective force formed by the will of the group!

These damned Orks monsters, once they've decided on something, can overthrow not only Daemon Primarch, but even Titans of Warlord-class.

The thought of this possibility World Eaters's Archon curse inwardly at the Space Fleet's actions, unable to even stop the Greenskin Orc!

In fact, the Chaos Fleet surrounding Dragon Forest Star did initially intend to intercept them, but as the paralyzed Stone Fortress regained its energy supply, this ancient monastery of the Dark Legion immediately demonstrated its millennia-old accumulated strength to these traitors.

With just one shot from the main gun, the terrifying torrent of Warp Psychic Power instantly annihilated the Chaos Battleship spanning hundreds of kilometers in length!

This single shot created an opening for the Greenskin Orc, and an Orc Battleship pieced together from abandoned wreckage immediately broke through the outer defenses and landed above the orbit of Dragon Forest Star.

This sudden Green Tide completely disrupted the World Eaters Archon's plans. The encirclement carefully laid out by the World Eaters and the Daemon Legion was also cut off in half by these damned bastards. The World Eaters company on the flank was instantly plunged into a bloody melee with endless Orc Boyz!

The Orks' logic is simple.

Whoever appears tougher, more powerful, and more worthy of a "fight" is the limited target.

Looking at the whole scene, the World Eaters Terminator's crimson heavy armor, the deafening roar of its Chainaxe, and their attack on another group of seemingly less formidable and pitifully few "hard bones"—choosing which target to take shouldn't be difficult.

The World Eaters perfectly embodies the Orks' entire definition of a "fighting" target.

Without the Dark Angels needing to incite them, these Orks roared with excitement and charged towards the World Eaters like a green wave.

The Mekboy, piloting a clanging, adorned Killa Kan, used crudely welded cannons made from the armor and vehicle wreckage he had just stolen to unleash a furious barrage of fire on the taller, bigger, and redder World Eaters Terminator.

Meanwhile, in the sky, Orc Boyz piloting dilapidated airships screamed as they swooped down from the heavens.

Like raindrops, tattered bottles and jars were thrown down from the airship by the Orc Boyz, startling the ground-based World Eaters squad into hastily taking cover.

They may appear crudely armed, but no one dares to underestimate them.

After all, who knows what kind of weird and wonderful things these crazy Orks idiots might come up with?

"Damn fungal bastards!" the World Eaters Archon roared furiously, cleaving aside an Orks Orc Boyz dared to attack him. Foul-smelling green blood splattered onto his goggles, which he wiped haphazardly, yelling, "Crush them! Don't let these fungal bastards ruin the Blood God's feast!"

Initially, the World Eaters, relying on its numerical advantage, surrounded and annihilated the newly born Greenskin Orc, and even gained the upper hand.

But gradually... something didn't seem right.

More and more Orks suddenly surged in from all directions.

These Orks were all clad in armor, which, compared to sophisticated Power Armor, looked like scraps welded together. Yet, they were incredibly ferocious, managing to World Eaters, the Daemon Legion, and the surrounded Dark Angels.

This has created an even larger encirclement!

Where did these fungal hybrids come from?!

Not only the World Eaters Archon, but even the Dark Angels Chapter was shocked by this scene.

Something's not right.

Something is very, very wrong!

Logically speaking, even if Orks reproduce at a very fast rate, it would still take at least a few hours to assemble a sufficient force. However, the number of Orks legions that suddenly surrounded them was clearly beyond the normal range!

It couldn't have just appeared out of thin air, could it?

Just as the World Eaters Archon was feeling confused, a streak of light suddenly ripped through the sky once more.

A massive, rough metallic meteorite, wreathed in a dirty green light and raging flames, descended upon the meticulously constructed defenses of the World Eaters with a breathtaking display, like a giant hammer hurled by a savage god!

"WAAAGH!!!!"

A terrifying battle roar, like tearing the sky apart, swept across the entire battlefield like Stormfront, carrying a pure will to destroy!

In an instant, the already frenzied Orks descended into even greater madness. They howled and roared like a green tsunami, spreading from one to ten, from ten to a hundred, and under the influence of that strange force, they engulfed every corner of the battlefield!