Skulltaker's Request to Join the Battle!

The metal meteor that crashed into the World Eaters' flank unleashed a shockwave and intense heat that instantly melted dozens of them!

Under the immense impact, the earth groaned in pain as cracks spread rapidly through the rock like a spiderweb. The raging shockwave was visible to the naked eye, rolling outward in layer upon layer like crashing tides. With unstoppable force, it swept away every Daemon and World Eater within hundreds of meters!

Amid the pungent stench of burning flesh and the thick, cloying Blood Qi stood a terrifyingly huge green figure.

It stood at the center of the crater, its massive frame clad in filthy metal armor, crude rivets welded at the joints. The fangs of some unknown giant beast hung from its shoulders like ornaments. Its metal jaw glinted with a chilling light, as though it were a mobile fortress of slaughter. Its green eyes swept over the battlefield, and a savage grin twisted its face.

A blood-smeared Chainaxe hung from one hand, its teeth spinning wildly as it let out a hungry shriek.

It suddenly swung the weapon. The teeth sliced through the air with a sonic boom, as though igniting the Orks' fervor across the battlefield. "I'm Skulltaker Saraka! For Gork and Mork, ladz, grind these Red Cans into dust!!!"

The World Eaters' Archon looked upon the gigantic Warboss as if he'd swallowed a dozen flies. No wonder so many Orks had appeared out of nowhere—there was a Warboss here!

Wait. Skulltaker Saraka?

The World Eaters' Archon's mind went utterly blank.

Warbosses were the heart and soul of Greenskin Orc tribes. They embodied strength, savagery, and chaos, and led entire tribes in launching massive Waaaghs.

A great Warboss's will and lust for battle strengthened the whole tribe.

That drew more and more Orc Boyz together