"Two Ork forces have made contact?"
"That's not good news."
Aboard a Chaos warship, Chaos creatures of some unknown species frowned as they watched the reports from the front. The Orks joining up would inevitably expand their territory, and the expansion of Ork territory would likewise severely affect Chaos forces like theirs.
Because killing Orks, much like killing bugs, was practically a net loss.
If they killed the Orks, they could not take their equipment. After all, Ork equipment was something the Orks had thought up themselves; virtually no faction other than the Orks could use it.
But if they did not kill them, those bastards would drag you into a fight.
These Orks loved nothing more than dragging other races into fights with them in every corner of the Milky Way. Followers of Khorne might be fine with that; perhaps they would enjoy battling Orks and draw their lord Khorne's gaze.
But the other Chaos gods truly hated these irritating Orks with a passion.
They had absolutely no value as corruption targets, nor could their souls be harvested. These fellows whose minds were filled with nothing but fighting simply could not generate any emotional fluctuations that the other three gods desired.
"My lord! We have some bad news!"
"Our men have sent word. The fleet that landed on Attila World to seize genetic stock has come under attack."
"Hm?" The commander immediately became alert upon hearing the report and led his men toward the control room.
"Report the details."
The purpose of sending out their warships was, more accurately, to collect human bodies and use them to transform humans into reproductive tools for their species, much like the process used to create Astartes.
Many races in the universe had to use this method to keep their species alive. They