Not a moment was wasted worrying about the three giants. The next to join the battlefield was an Evil Orc Warboss named Nethus.
Ever since the general mobilization for the expedition three months ago, the Evil Orc tribe under Nethus's command had been selected by Warboss Hogg and dispatched to the rebellious world of Boreas to conduct the initial sweep.
To avoid drawing attention, Nethus's Frost Wolf Clan didn't board an Imperial ship. Instead, they chose the Ark of Omen supplied by Blackwatch for the Penitent Warband, in order to deceive the enemy and conceal their true intentions.
Nethus still remembered what Warboss Hogg had said to him when they met that day. He had put it to him like this:
"My proud Warboss of the construction site! Do you know what's more despicable than Xenos?"
"I don't know!"
"Then let me ask you: what is your life?"
Nethus thought for a moment, stroked his stylish hairdo, decorated with number-forty-five rebar, and answered firmly:
"Building is my life!"
"What is your destiny?"
"Building is my destiny!"
"Then what is your reward?" Hogg's voice suddenly rose, making Nethus's eardrums ache, but he still roared resolutely:
"I need no reward! This is why we were born. I only want more construction contracts, to build wonders that will surpass all others in the Galaxy, so that every little shrimp in the Galaxy can see that I, Nethus, am the true Warboss of the construction site!"
Nethus's roar echoed across Alicia. The eight-figure horde of Evil Orcs behind him roared in succession, and the Waaagh! energy they gathered resonated, stimulating Nethus to grow once more. He finally stopped growing at six meters tall.
Looking down at the Creator, who barely reached his thigh, Nethus reached out and lifted Hogg above his head, so that