"Run! Run with every ounce of strength you have!" Kaiser Whitefang and the Blood Claws charged at the front, clearing away the Orks foolish enough to block the others' path.
They could increasingly feel the immense energy building within that Ork flying head. Its ominous hum made them deeply uneasy, to say nothing of the gigantic mechanical insect behind them eyeing them hungrily.
Rokasna had originally intended to hunt down the Imperium troops scurrying across the ground like ants, but his instincts warned him never to lower his guard. That Ork's weapon was clearly aimed at him.
"You damned Orks! I never provoked you! Why are you firing at me?!"
Rokasna glared resentfully at the fleeing Imperium forces, surveyed the basin's terrain, and calculated within mere microseconds that there was no way they could escape the Magnetic Devourer.
No matter how fast those two-legged creatures ran, they would eventually be swallowed into his belly, ground into powder by tightly packed crushing gears, stripped of every usable element, and tossed into the furnace as fuel.
His temples throbbed violently. The energy fluctuations generated by that Ork's hideous giant face filled Rokasna with a trace of fear. Not daring to be careless in the slightest, he fully merged his body into the machine, perfectly fusing his Warp essence and Tzeentch's blessing with its mechanical frame.
Blue psychic radiance erupted from the massive mechanical devourer. A huge turbine cannon rapidly assembled at its mouth, likewise gathering energy as it aimed at Gork's giant head.
Gork's giant head finally seemed to have finished preparing its weapon. It had charged for three seconds since the beginning, and now came the moment to destroy heaven and earth.
Trazyn had long since positioned himself in the air above the battlefield, recording this precious moment of history with