415. Khorne, When Did You Arrive?

Chapter 415: Khorne, When Did You Arrive?

Time reversed three minutes.

Located within the Ork coliseum, Gork and Mork had finished their routine day of passionate wrestling and were sitting upon the Scrap Throne, critiquing the Ork boyz beneath their feet:

"Waaagh! Throw a punch, are you not eating? With strength that pathetic, you want to be a Nob? A fight without fun like this won't make us grant you a cool hairstyle."

As the words of the cunning yet brutal Gork fell, the targeted Nob began to radiate green light. Accompanied by the loud roars of the bloodthirsty Orks around him, his form swelled once more, directly bursting through his Imperial Fist Terminator Armor.

"Waaagh! I want a cool hairstyle! I am the toughest Nob! Gork above, grant me endless power!"

Seeing his brother failing to follow the rules, the equally brutal and cunning Mork could not stand it. He bestowed a blessing upon the Evil Orcs on the opposite side and promised:

"That mutated, weird red-skinned boy, you have been empowered. Go! As long as you can secure victory, I will set you free."

Life is precious, but freedom is dearer. As the top Batur under Warmaster Malphite, Nasus, known as the Crimson Reaper, furrowed his brows, his beady eyes revealing endless battle intent:

"Hmph, my sorrowful cousin who isn't good at manual labor, I wanted to have a good time with you. Since it has come to this, for the sake of freedom, I can only let you regret this on the battlefield. Come out, Ork Brother Dorn!"

Nasus, empowered by Mork, broke his limits and actually harnessed the surging Waaagh! Power of this place. The evil orc field flickering around his body condensed and solidified, gradually forming a phantom of Dorn clad in sturdy armor.

"Hahaha,