Hand over all your weapons for Gamma World to use.
This was quite a wonderful thing.
The people aboard the warships
stared at the planet in the darkness.
Old antiques already in their graves should leave the hope of survival to those who truly had a future.
Gamma World had inherited your legacy.
So,
go in peace.
The people of the Gamma World fleet felt the threat brought by the Spirit-Driving Dead Zone.
They knew that these beings had existed since the distant era before humanity was born.
True enough,
this universe had once belonged to them.
But they were already dead.
Without souls, with only data remaining, they were like corpses left in tombs hundreds of millions of years ago,
still trying to preserve the glory of the past with their last scraps of strength.
Your glory had long since passed.
The Spirit-Driving Dead Zone's range of influence expanded.
Beneath the planet it covered,
the Orks living in other regions were all affected to some extent.
The irritable, explosive Weirdboyz let out anguished howls. Losing their connection to psychic power and the Warp made them deeply uncomfortable.
The Mekboyz pondering weapon construction found that the gunpowder they had made suddenly exploded, blowing up a huge cluster of nearby Gretchin and Squigs.
Other Orks found that their brains were no longer working quite right, leaving them with the strange feeling that they could no longer keep thinking properly.
That forced them to think even harder.
The Spirit-Driving Dead Zone created by the Blackstone Hypercube continued to expand until it spread across Gamma World, enveloping Gamma World together with part of the Tau Empire's star regions.
The Gamma World border, which had originally been fighting the Tau Empire,
felt the effects of some kind of power.
Though it lay beyond the