A surge of Waaagh! Energy came from the distance.
Ork Waaagh! Energy contained the power of the Warp, but did not rely entirely on it. It was an energy produced by their race's collective consciousness, deliberately warping the physical laws of reality.
When there were fewer Orks gathered together, the energy they produced might not be all that powerful.
But when a large number of Orks gathered under the leadership of a Warboss, the Waaagh! they generated might force even the Necrons to take them seriously.
Those Orks were in the process of charging into the Psychic-Null Dead Zone.
Their energy had been affected.
The warriors who had originally been brimming with confidence were now malfunctioning.
A machine-gun Boy's gun jammed strangely while he was firing it. His machine gun had never jammed before. Its barrel was yellow, and the bullets had been coated in red paint. Those bullets should have been more accurate and more powerful. Yet the first bullet jammed, and the second exploded directly inside the barrel.
His machine gun was incredibly cheaply made, as though someone had randomly found a few sewer pipes somewhere and cobbled them into a gun. At this moment, his power of I reckon was no longer working on it.
The black-faced machine-gun Boy scratched his head. Wasn't I reckonin' hard enough?
Another Mekboy driving a battle wagon had it fall apart outright as he drove through the Psychic-Null Dead Zone.
Those parts, as if they had merely been thrown together from scraps, all returned to nature.
One vehicle with underinflated tires flew dozens of meters, sending a Bomb Boy flying just as he was stuffing a Gretchin into a cannon barrel to fire it.
The Orks' cheap technology seemed to have been cursed. Their shoddy creations all broke down in their